Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 930: Chapter 930: Ling Shu Gets Married

Oh?

Listening to Hua Xin’s tone, the Hell Beast Bronze Artifact seems to have a significant origin.

Jiang Fan glanced at Hua Xin with some surprise.

She recognizes the paintings of the Ancient Saints and also recognizes this mysterious Hell Beast Bronze Artifact.

And she possesses the Yin Marrow Talisman of the Hell Realm.

What is her origin?

“Sister Hua Xin, what exactly is this object?”

“And what is written on it?”

“If you can decipher it, I’ll give you all the vegetables.”

Jiang Fan’s heart was filled with anticipation.

These Hell Inscriptions had troubled him for too long.

Hua Xin’s eyes slightly brightened, but after looking at the Hell Beast Bronze Artifact, a look of apprehension appeared.

“This is a sacrificial vessel from the Hell Realm, used by the Desolate Clan.”

“They would infuse the vessel with the blood of the beasts.”

“What’s inscribed on it are sacrificial patterns.”

Finally, Jiang Fan understood what the bronze artifact was.

Since it’s a sacrificial vessel.

“What happens after infusing the vessel?” Jiang Fan asked again.

Hua Xin yawned: “I’m tired.”

This woman!

Jiang Fan took out the Ancient Heart Mirror, trying to peek into her thoughts.

Who knew.

What he saw was a void.

“Give up, I won’t tell you.”

“This object is a plague to my Hell Realm.”

Hua Xin seemed to sense Jiang Fan’s probing, and cast an annoyed look at him.

Jiang Fan was not discouraged.

He shifted his gaze, retracted the Hell Beast Bronze Artifact, and smiled:

“Sister Hua Xin, can you teach me the Hell Language?”

“Like a paid lesson.”

Hua Xin snorted, initially wanted to refuse, but then suddenly smiled.

“Alright.”

She immediately took out a small blackboard and wrote a few Hell Inscriptions on it.

“Then I’ll teach you from the simplest.”

“The meaning of these four Hell characters is, I am handsome.”

“Now, follow the shape of my mouth, and read the four Hell Inscriptions once.”

Jiang Fan looked over.

Instantly, he felt doubtful.

He didn’t recognize three of the words, but he learned the second word from the bamboo slip of the Prince of Beihai.

It meant “is.”

Not “very.”

So Hua Xin was deceiving him.

At the same time, the voice of the Little Qilin rang in his mind.

“Master, I know, I know, the meaning of these four words, respectively, is ‘I’ ‘am’ ‘dumb’ ‘donkey’.”

Hehe~

As expected, this woman had no good intentions.

Hua Xin had a mischievous smile on her lips; damn you, always bullying me!

Today, I’ll let you suffer a fool’s humiliation!

“Cough, cough, follow me, pronounce the words one by one accurately, so when you meet people from the Hell Realm, you can introduce yourself like this.”

Jiang Fan wore a serious expression.

He learned the pronunciation of each word one by one.

Hua Xin’s eyes lit up and said, “Now, read the four words together once.”

Jiang Fan shook his head: “I can read them individually, but not together.”

“Why don’t you read them together once?”

Hua Xin hesitated for a moment but, to vent this resentment, still endured the embarrassment and said:

“Listen carefully.”

“I am a dumb donkey.”

“Did you learn it? Read it all together once.”

Jiang Fan shook his head: “It’s too awkward. You should read it a few more times.”

Hua Xin gritted her teeth; he really is a fool!

Immediately, she read it continuously.

“I am a dumb donkey.”

“I am a dumb donkey.”

“I am a dumb donkey.”

…

As she read, Hua Xin felt something was amiss.

Looking up, Jiang Fan was looking at her with a half-smile, and replied in the Hell language:

“You are a dumb donkey, you are a dumb donkey, you are a dumb donkey.”

Hua Xin was stunned.

Only then did she realize that Jiang Fan understood some Hell Language and had seen through her scheme from the start.

Tricking her into calling herself a dumb donkey!

“Ah! Jiang Fan!” Hua Xin’s face turned red, angrily hitting the Crystal Ghost and screamed: “You bastard! You’re shameless! You’re despicable!”

Jiang Fan shrugged: “You were cursing yourself, what does it have to do with me?”

Then he closed the microphone with a smile.

It seems that learning the Hell Language will require a slow and steady effort.

And it was during this research.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master had already taken him across half the continent.

The Demon Emperor Court was already in sight.

The Harem.

A newly built sleeping palace.

Ling Shu sat in front of the dressing mirror.

She had discarded her usual light green fresh outfit and changed into a bright red wedding dress.

The lively and playful fresh face of the past was now painted with heavy makeup.

The eyes, once brimming with smiles and filled with beautiful dreams of the future, were calm with no shine.

Like a beautiful doll, she allowed two old palace maids from the Demon Race to dress her up.

She clutched a pink peach blossom in her hand.

Plucking it petal by petal.

“Brother Jiang Fan said, he would accompany me living on the prairie for a month.”

“Brother Jiang Fan said, he would take me back to the Human Clan.”

“Brother Jiang Fan said, he doesn’t dislike me like this.”

“But Brother Jiang Fan… why didn’t he come to fetch me?”

Two streams of tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

“Brother Jiang Fan, I’m getting married.”

“I thought I would marry you, that you would wear a beautiful red robe, riding a tall Spiritual Horse to escort me.”

“Then, we would go to the northern prairie, I make tea, you free the horse, sleep in the same blanket at night, watch the stars, dreaming about the future.”

“Then, we would have a lively and lovely baby, raise a few cute puppies, I teach him the Demon Race language, you teach him the Human Clan language, we come out when the sun rises, return when the sun sets…”

She choked, all the beautiful fantasies she had once envisioned in her mind turned into the girl’s final low lament.

Nothing could be realized.

She was to marry the Demon Emperor.

Using the lives of her eight hundred clansmen to force her to agree.

She had begged Liu Li, but Liu Li was powerless to help.

She had begged Concubine Yun Xia, but Concubine Yun Xia couldn’t even protect herself.

She had begged Han Feidao, but Han Feidao remained silent.

She had begged the Spirit Sound Priest, but the Spirit Sound Priest only poured her a cup of tea and then asked her to leave.

Nobody could help her.

Nor would anyone save her.

No one would.

“The auspicious time has arrived, Ling Shu, let’s go.”

Liu Li stood at the door, with a deeply complex expression.

She felt very sorry for Ling Shu, even though they had always been in competition with each other and didn’t get along, and Ling Shu always bullied her, she was the demon girl she disliked the most.

But her father’s actions disgusted her even more.

Isn’t harming Concubine Yun Xia enough?

He even threatened with the lives of her people to marry a girl the same age as his daughter?

What kind of Demon Emperor is such a father?

In his eyes, the Demon Race were just his slaves, objects to freely exploit and monopolize!

But what could she do?

That is the Demon Emperor.

A Demon Emperor no one can defy.

Ling Shu’s tender body trembled slightly, wiping away her tears, her eyes regained calmness.

She donned the phoenix crown, draped the Xiapei, and slowly walked out of the sleeping palace.

Lowering her head, she looked at her palm; the peach blossom had been stripped bare, leaving only the bare stamen.

She gently placed it on the windowsill.

Softly said:

“Brother Jiang Fan, may you be treated gently by others throughout your long life.”

“Ling Shu is getting married.”