Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe ignored Wang Ying's shouting, but took out a bottle of fine wine, took out an exquisite cup carved from top-grade spirit stone, filled a glass with fine wine, and tasted it leisurely. His expression was really asking for a beating.

Wang Ying, feeling humiliated, could no longer suppress his anger and slapped Zhao Shanhe. Zhao Shanhe ignored him, not even raising his eyelids, and continued drinking his wine.

The result was shocking. The person who had attacked was actually Wang Ying, the one injured. He fell to the ground, wailing in pain. Zhao Shanhe said, "Water Jar Spirit, you have no martial ethics and actually resorted to a sneak attack. Learn a lesson now. My Supreme Throne is not just for show; it can rebound attacks below the Spiritual Transformation Stage. I thought your appearance was truly rare, but I will not hold it against you. Since you have attacked, accept justice."

Wang Ying shouted loudly: "You can't kill me. My father is the leader of the first-class sect, the Black Tiger Sect, Wang Gang. If I die, he will not let you go."

Zhao Shanhe said with a look of disdain, "If I hadn't killed you today, you would have thought I was afraid of that jar. My father is an elder of the Dan League, and I'm too embarrassed to even mention him. You dare to challenge me when you look like this? It's a blasphemy to the Third Young Lady. Prepare to die."

The bright silver spear transformed into a streak of white light, carrying Wang Ying down to the arena. It then flew back into Zhao Shanhe's hands. He said, "The bright silver spear I forged is truly remarkable. It can kill people without even staining them with blood."

Wang Ying struggled to his feet and shouted, "Zhao Zilong, I'm not done with you."

Zhao Shanhe said puzzledly: "Why hasn't it exploded yet? It's been too long since he killed anyone, so he's regressed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ying exploded like a blown-up ball, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, affecting many people under the ring, but they did not dare to complain at all.

Zhao Shanhe said, "Senior, you have witnessed my strength. Can we announce the result now? The Zhao family is still waiting to expand."

Just as he finished speaking, another person stepped onto the stage. Zhao Shanhe saw that it was Tan Tai Yulong. He said, "Another fearless person has come. Who is your father?"

Tan Tai Yu Long replied coldly, "I am Tan Tai Yu Long from the Qingniu Sect. The Third Young Lady of the Tianmo Sect is my beloved. I beg Master Zhao to grant my blessing."

Zhao Shanhe said, "I've heard of the Qingniu Sect, but Zhao Shanhe is the only one who can handle it. Who do you think you are? Who let you onto the stage? Why don't you get off the stage? You're really overestimating yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Tai Yulong fell off the stage like a rolling gourd. The people around him immediately stayed away from him, fearing that they would be splashed with mud.

Zhao Shanhe on the stage said, "Don't be afraid, everyone. This Tantai bug won't explode. Zhao Shanhe has a history with the elders in my family, so I have to give him some face. If you don't have the strength of a Nascent Soul or above, don't come up and embarrass yourself. Senior, announce the result."

Yang Lingtian said, "Mr. Zhao, the matchmaking meeting will last for a month, so don't be too impatient."

Zhao Shanhe's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "Senior, if you say so, I will leave. The Demon Sect can only withstand the wrath of the Alchemy Alliance."

Yang Lingtian panicked when he saw Zhao Shanhe put away his chair and prepare to leave. He quickly said, "Young Master Zhao, please stay. My third daughter is willing to marry you."

Zhao Shanhe said with a smile, "That's right. I've seen the portrait of the Third Miss of the Heavenly Demon Sect. She's a true beauty. You can't try to fool me with a fake one. The Zhao family is still waiting to have more children, so it's better for them to get married soon."

Yang Lingtian said, "Mr. Zhao, you should discuss the matter of marriage with the Third Miss."

When the people below the arena saw Zhao Shanhe leaving with Yang Lingtian, they all fell silent. The third lady of the Demonic Sect marrying the son of an elder of the Alchemy League was considered marrying above her station. Although they were not satisfied with this result, they could still accept it.

Zhao Shanhe followed Yang Lingtian into a room and saw Yang Xiaochan. He said, "Senior, could you please be a little more discerning? I need to discuss marriage with the Third Miss. Why don't you come down now?"

Yang Xiaochan said, "Third Protector, please go down. Young Master Zhao is obviously a gentleman."

Yang Lingtian hesitated for a moment before going downstairs. Zhao Shanhe said, "Miss Yang, after not seeing you for so many years, you are still as beautiful as ever. Please let me know when you are going to take a bath."

Yang Xiaochan asked in confusion, "Why do you say that, Mr. Zhao? You are being disrespectful to me."

"Miss Third, when you looked at my body, I said I would take it back."

Yang Xiaochan said angrily: "Mr. Zhao, please be respectful. When did I ever peek at you taking a bath?"

"When I was eight years old, you forced me to take a bath. It's only been seventeen years and you've already forgotten it."

Yang Xiaochan said loudly: "Who are you and why are you pretending to be my deceased nephew Shanhe?"

Zhao Shanhe put away his transformation technique and returned to his original appearance. He said with a smile, "Auntie, long time no see. Did you miss me?"

Yang Xiaochan looked at the familiar face and touched it, confirming that the man in front of her was indeed her nephew Zhao Shanhe. She said, "Shanhe, it's been more than ten years, and you've grown so tall. I heard that you died, and I was sad for a long time."

"Aunt, those are all rumors. I'm fine, right? What happened to the Demon Sect that you want to set up a competition to find a husband?"

Yang Xiaochan said: "Nothing happened to the Demon Sect. You ruined all my plans."

Zhao Shanhe asked in confusion, "Aunt, what's the plan? You're not still thinking about that loser Tan Tai Yulong, are you? You might as well marry me instead of him."

Yang Xiaochan knocked Zhao Shanhe on the head and said, "You little pervert, I am your aunt."

Zhao Shanhe muttered softly, "It's best to keep the wealth within your family. We're not related by blood, but I won the fight. You're now nominally my wife. Any remarriage requires my consent. If you marry Tan Tai Yu Long, I won't agree."

"Why? Yulong is still pretty good."

"Aunt, you don't know how hypocritical Tan Tai Yu Long is. Ever since you left Qing Niu Sect, he has been bullying me in various ways. His disciple even killed my eldest brother. Why didn't you take my eldest brother with you back then?"

Yang Xiaochan seemed to have anticipated Zhao Shanjiang's death. A trace of sadness crossed her face as she softly said, "Shanhe, when Shanjiang said he wanted to stay and wait for you, I knew he was bewitched by the Tenth Princess of Daliang and didn't want to leave. I had originally planned to pick you up from the Qingniu Sect and take him with me, but who would have thought you were in the Immortal Grass Secret Realm at the time, and the reason given by the Qingniu Sect leader was irrefutable. It just so happened that something unexpected happened at the Tianmo Sect, and time was running out, so I had no choice but to leave early. I would have taken Shanjiang away by force earlier."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Aunt, I don't blame you. That was my eldest brother's own choice. Perhaps it was fate. What exactly is the purpose of holding this marriage-seeking meeting?"

Yang Xiaochan sighed helplessly and replied, "I originally planned to use the name of the marriage conference to get some spirit stones, but I didn't expect it to be ruined by you."

Zhao Shanhe was even more confused and pressed on, "Aunt, you're the Third Miss of the Heavenly Demon Sect. You still have to resort to fraud to obtain spirit stones? Aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"