End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Teng Junze whispered, "Be careful, something is wrong here." A cold wind blew past, and Fan Mengmeng couldn't help but shiver.

On the altar, Priest Liu raised his hands high and muttered something. The obscure spells echoed in the air, adding a bit of weirdness.

The surrounding torches crackled, illuminating the cold faces of the priests, like judges from hell.

"Master Teng, what is your intention in bringing this woman of unknown origin to the altar?" Priest Liu's voice was sharp and piercing, with unquestionable majesty.

Teng Junze sneered, "Priest Liu, you're playing tricks and deceiving people. Who has these ulterior motives?"

Priest Liu's expression changed, and he shouted sternly, "How dare you slander me! Come, arrest these two unlucky individuals who are disrupting the sacrifice!"

The sacrificial personnel rushed forward and surrounded Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng.

Teng Junze protected Fan Mengmeng behind him and glanced at everyone with sharp eyes: "Who dares to take a step forward!" He exuded a powerful aura, like a dormant beast, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"Master Teng, are you planning a rebellion?" Priest Liu said sinisterly. "You have colluded with a foreign woman and disrupted the sacrifice. Your crime is unforgivable! According to the rules of the sacrifice, you will be imprisoned beneath the altar, and you will never be able to escape rebirth!"

Fan Mengmeng's heart tightened. She hadn't expected things to develop to this point. Teng Junze's status in the ancient times was also threatened because of her.

"Priest Liu, stop your lies!" Teng Junze shouted angrily, "You are colluding with Master Zhao to overthrow the government. You are the real culprit!"

Priest Liu's face suddenly changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and sneered, "Nonsense! Master Teng, you are making a last-ditch effort! Come on, take action!"

Just when the situation was tense, a clear voice rang out: "Wait!" Xiaodong squeezed out of the crowd, his face pale but his eyes firm.

She took a deep breath and said, "Priest Liu, I have something to say..."

Xiaodong's voice was trembling, but he was extremely firm: "I saw with my own eyes that Master Zhao secretly gave Priest Liu a packet of medicine powder, and I heard with my own ears that they were plotting to tamper with the sacrificial ceremony! They said... they said that they wanted to use the name of sacrifice to control Master Teng and the entire Teng family!" Xiaodong's words were like thunder, exploding in the crowd.

Some priests who were originally loyal to Teng Junze began to waver, and they looked back and forth between Priest Liu and Teng Junze with suspicious eyes.

Priest Liu's face turned pale. He pointed at Xiaodong and shouted, "What nonsense! How dare you, little girl, slander this priest! Come, capture her for me!"

"Let's see who dares!" Teng Junze shouted angrily, with an imposing manner.

He took advantage of everyone's hesitation, grabbed Priest Liu by the collar, and lifted him up: "Priest Liu, at this point, what else do you have to argue about?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the crowd: "Quibbling? Master Teng, I think you should be the one to quibble." Master Zhao led a team of people and slowly walked up to the altar.

He held a parchment scroll in his hand, a sinister smile on his face. "This is the evidence I found, proving that you and this woman of unknown origin are deliberately trying to destroy the stability of the two time and space!"

Master Zhao unfolded the parchment scroll, which was covered with strange symbols and words.

He pointed at the parchment scroll and spoke eloquently, "These are all ancient forbidden techniques that can control time and space. These forbidden techniques were found on this woman!"

Fan Mengmeng was shocked. She had never seen this parchment scroll, let alone any forbidden technique to control time and space.

She understood that this was a frame-up by Master Zhao!

The surrounding priests became agitated again, and they looked at Fan Mengmeng with eyes full of fear and hostility.

Teng Junze protected Fan Mengmeng behind him, his eyes were firm and full of love. Fan Mengmeng also held Teng Junze's clothes tightly, and they relied on each other.

Teng Junze sneered, "Master Zhao, your clumsy tricks may fool others, but not me! Do you think you can distort the truth by fabricating a piece of evidence?"

Master Zhao sneered, "Whether it's a forgery or not, you don't have the final say. Priest Liu, what are you waiting for?" Priest Liu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He raised his hands high, muttering something, and the flames on the altar suddenly surged. A powerful force attacked Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng... "Do it!"

Teng Junze protected Fan Mengmeng behind him, his deep eyes locked on Master Zhao, and his thin lips curled up in a mocking arc.

"Master Zhao, how dare you show off your clumsy skills in front of an expert?" His tone was steady, yet filled with unquestionable majesty.

Fan Mengmeng clutched his sleeve tightly, feeling the warmth and strength coming from him, and her heart calmed down a little.

"You said that the forbidden technique on the parchment was found from Mengmeng? Where's the evidence? Where's the search record? Where's the witness?" Teng Junze pressed on step by step. Every question was like a sharp knife, piercing Master Zhao's sore spot.

"You want to slander her without any evidence? That's ridiculous!"

Master Zhao's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Teng Junze to be so sharp and actually found the loophole in his evidence.

He forced himself to remain calm and pointed at the symbols on the parchment: "These symbols are clearly..."

"These symbols are clearly the sacrificial texts of the ancient Teng Kingdom!" An old voice interrupted Master Zhao.

A white-haired old man walked out of the crowd. He was the old patriarch of the Teng family.

He walked tremblingly to the center of the altar, pointed at the symbols on the parchment, and said word by word: "These words record a blessing ceremony, not some forbidden technique to manipulate time and space! Master Zhao, you dare to distort the ancient Teng Kingdom's writing. You are damned!"

The appearance of the old patriarch was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Master Zhao.

The priests around began to talk among themselves, and they looked at Master Zhao with eyes full of suspicion and dissatisfaction.

Priest Liu was also a little flustered. He didn't expect things to develop to this point.

Teng Junze struck while the iron was hot, pointing at Priest Liu and saying, "Priest Liu, you colluded with Master Zhao to disrupt the sacrificial ceremony. Now that the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say?"

Priest Liu's face turned pale. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He looked at Master Zhao for help, but saw a hint of viciousness in Master Zhao's eyes.

Master Zhao suddenly burst into laughter: "Great! What a great guy, Teng Junze! I didn't expect you to have this trick! But, do you think you can defeat me like this? I'm telling you, today, none of you will leave here alive!" He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, pressed it against Xiaodong's neck, and said viciously: "Everyone, stand back! Otherwise, I will kill her!"

Xiaodong's face was pale, but she clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound for help. Fan Mengmeng's heart was in her throat. She didn't expect Master Zhao to be so cruel.

Teng Junze's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "Master Zhao, you..."

Master Zhao interrupted him and smiled coldly: "Teng Junze, I know you care about this woman very much. I can let her go, but you must agree to one condition of mine..." He leaned close to Teng Junze's ear and whispered his condition.

Teng Junze's face turned ashen in an instant. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

"you……"

Teng Junze's eyes were as cold as ice, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

"If you dare to touch a hair on her head, I will make you live a life worse than death!" Master Zhao smiled sinisterly, and pressed the dagger closer to Xiaodong's neck, leaving a bloody mark.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability!" Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

She took advantage of everyone's inattention, took out a handful of chili powder from her sleeve, and threw it at Master Zhao.

Master Zhao was caught off guard and was choked to tears, and his hand loosened unconsciously.

Teng Junze was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stepped forward, snatched the dagger, and subdued Master Zhao with his backhand.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Priest Liu collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself: "It's over, it's all over..." The old patriarch walked up to Teng Junze and nodded in appreciation: "Junze, you did a good job." The crisis was resolved and the altar returned to peace.

Teng Junze looked at Fan Mengmeng with tenderness in his eyes.

Fan Mengmeng winked playfully and they smiled at each other.

Suddenly, Fan Mengmeng seemed to remember something and pulled Teng Junze's sleeve: "Junze, let's go to the study." Although Teng Junze didn't understand what she meant, he still followed her.

In the study, everything was the same as before, but Fan Mengmeng always felt something was wrong.

She looked around, and her eyes finally fell on an inconspicuous ancient book on the bookshelf... "I think the answer may be here."