Chapter 1100: Wife True Word Venerable
Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: Wife True Word Venerable
Sui Chen Upper Monk, pulling over his two granddaughters, one in each hand.
"Little Friend Jiang, my Jian family has another rule."
"Anyone who achieves ten consecutive victories on the Slaughter Stele will be rewarded with two wives."
"I’ve already prepared them for you."
"Please accept them."
Another elder brought over a beautiful granddaughter.
"Little Friend Jiang, my Jian family has yet another rule."
"Anyone who steps off the Slaughter Stele with their left foot first has a chance to form a marriage alliance with the Jian family."
"Congratulations, Little Friend Jiang, you are destined for our Jian family."
"The bride is already prepared for you."
"Why don’t you all get to know each other?"
...
Looking at the group of Jian family elders lined up, ready to explain more rules.
Jiang Fan felt numb.
The Jian family’s rules were a bit too numerous.
He quickly cupped his hands, trying to stop their charade, saying: "I appreciate the affection from all the elders."
"This junior already has a wife and is not looking to marry again."
"I cannot afford to delay the various Fairies of the Jian family."
"Please be understanding."
Jian Lanjiang and Sui Chen Upper Monk exchanged a glance, speaking with deep meaning:
"Young Master Jiang, today you must choose one."
"Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to let you leave."
For someone bound to reach Divinity Transformation, the Jian family had no reason to give up.
Jiang Fan’s gaze flickered.
Was there some significant meaning to ten consecutive victories on the Slaughter Stele?
Previously, for the marriage alliance, Jian Lanjiang only offered a girl from a side branch.
Now, not only was his precious granddaughter included.
A group of clan elders, whom he had never met, all wanted to marry off their granddaughters.
And now they straightforwardly insisted he selects one to marry.
He made up his mind.
Preparing to activate Cloud Shadow and disappear on the spot.
But suddenly, the power within him condensed abruptly.
It was Sui Chen Upper Monk who seemed to nonchalantly place a hand on his shoulder, his old eyes gleaming:
"Little Friend, do you really think you can escape from the Jian family?"
Jiang Fan felt a cold sweat coming on.
The Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul held absolute suppression over him.
Moreover, it wasn’t just one present, but a group of Eight-Orifice Nascent Souls.
His face darkened.
This was forcing an involuntary marriage!
Jian Lanjiang’s gaze was earnest: "Little Friend Jiang, choose one."
Two Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul experts casually moved to block the main hall’s exit.
Two more flew to the sky above the main hall.
To prevent Jiang Fan from escaping.
Jiang Fan’s heart sank.
He couldn’t marry someone from the Jian family, especially forcefully.
Yet, even with a hundred pairs of wings, he might still struggle to escape now.
He thought and decided to use his Amulet once again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you might not fully understand me."
"I am, in fact, the Imperial Messenger for the Bodhisattva, and..."
Jian Lanjiang picked up where he left off, saying: "Also the appointed translator for the Wan Jie Temple Venerable, and a partner of the True Word Venerable."
"Isn’t that right?"
"In the past day, I had people inquire about you everywhere."
"These do not prevent you from marrying a girl from our Jian family."
"Is there anything else you want to add?"
Jiang Fan’s expression froze.
His resume had spread everywhere, hadn’t it?
What to do?
None of these worked anymore.
He was anxious inside.
Seeing the increasingly pressing eyes from the Jian family people.
He steeled himself and said: "For me to marry, I must first consult my wife."
"If she doesn’t agree, I wouldn’t dare to make such a decision on my own."
Jian Lanjiang laughed: "Who is your wife?"
"I’ll invite her over to discuss right now."
Smirking gazes fell upon Jiang Fan.
Like a pack of wolves eyeing a featherless lamb.
No matter who his wife was.
If the Jian family wanted her husband, how could she stop them?
Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and boldly declared: "My wife is the True Word Venerable!"
As the words spread.
The whole place fell into dead silence.
From the Eight-Orifice Nascent Souls to the clan younger generation.
Everyone stared at Jiang Fan, not daring to believe their ears.
Who?
The True Word Venerable?
Jian Lanjiang swallowed hard, frightened, and released Jiang Fan, saying:
"Little Friend Jiang, this is not a joke one can make!"
Jiang Fan took out the Infinite Ring, saying: "This was given to me by True Word Wife, worrying I wouldn’t have a Protective Dharma Treasure when facing the Connecting Sky Black Pillar."
"Before leaving, she filled it with power for me."
The clan elders looked with narrowed pupils.
The power within this ring made every Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul present antsy.
It was undoubtedly the work of a Venerable!
Sui Chen Upper Monk’s face twitched, also letting go of his old hand on Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan asked: "Shall I call True Word Wife over, so you can ask her if she minds?"
Jian Lanjiang quickly waved his hands: "No, no, that’s not necessary."
"How dare we trouble the Venerable to come in person?"
"Little Friend Jiang should just discuss it with her when you return."
Who would dare challenge a Venerable for a man?
Jiang Fan secretly exhaled a breath of relief, saying: "Then I will take my leave first."
He cupped his hands towards everyone and took to the sky.
No one dared to stop him.
In the main hall.
The crowd only responded after a long time, sighing incessantly.
Watching helplessly as a future Divinity Transformation Venerable escaped.
Jian Linyu crossed her arms, frowning:
"Grandpa, is he really the True Word Venerable’s man?"
"Why do I find it hard to believe?"
In her impression, the True Word Venerable was a heavenly Fairy who seldom interacted with forces from Taicang State.
Why would she suddenly become Jiang Fan’s wife?
Jian Lanjiang sighed helplessly:
"What’s there to doubt?"
"Would he dare lie openly?"
"Even with a hundred lives, he wouldn’t dare."
Jian Linyu thought and frowned: "I guess that makes sense."
"Claiming to be the Venerable’s husband."
"How much courage does he have?"
Whoosh!
Jiang Fan flew out of the Jian family.
His scalp tingled with numbness.
When the True Word Venerable wakes up, will she peel his skin off like peeling an orange?
And then sprinkle seasoning, roast it over a fire?
After roasting, fry it again in an oil pan?
A chill ran through him at the thought.
"Brother Jiang, you finally made it out!"
Wang Chongxiao, who had been waiting outside the Jian family, greeted him.
Jiang Fan felt some comfort.
He might be in big trouble, but that’s okay.
Someone else was worse off than him.
"Brother Wang, I finally got out!"
Wang Chongxiao couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted to drag Jiang Fan off to a deserted place, knock him out with a stick, and snatch him away.
He calculated the time.
Without using the Transmission Array, it would be difficult to escape even with a hundred pairs of wings.
But he had to get something first.
"Brother Wang, please wait a moment."
"I left something in the Jian Family."
He flicked his fingers and focused on an object, then threw the Void Fishing Rod forward.
In Jian Linyuan’s room.
He was feeling quite pleased with himself.
Finally, no more scoldings every day or beatings every three days.
He finished eating and drinking, took out the Space copper mirror from inside.
From the mirror came Jian Weishuang’s exclamation: "Brother, how come you...?"