Overriding the Heaven

Amongst the cheering crowd, Wusilanma also saw many familiar faces.    

There were Lin Miaoran, Su Yuqing, Jiang Panmeng, Shen Qing, Kong Xian, Li Xiu, Su Jianyuan, and so on.    

These faces all had a blissful smile on them as they swept past her.    

In her dream, Wusilanma vaguely felt that she had seen these people somewhere before.    

However, at this moment, he couldn't remember.    

Finally, when she saw a eunuch who looked exactly like Puyang Yi, Wusilanma couldn't hold it in anymore.    

Eunuch Yi.    

This was what Wusilanma had heard others call the eunuch.    

And then, at this moment, this name seemed to collide with some memory in her mind.    

As a result, she clutched her stomach and laughed maniacally.    

Her laughter was so loud that everyone in the Imperial City could hear her voice. Even the cheers of the commoners outside the Imperial City were suppressed.    

Finally, he stopped laughing and the wedding ceremony continued.    

The whole ceremony seemed solemn and messy.    

The environment in the dream kept changing.    

Finally, under the red candle light, Wusilanma and Chu Yan, dressed in wedding gowns, sat down facing each other.    

It was just that Wusilanma was wearing the red robe of the groom.    

Chu Yan, who was opposite to her, wore a red dress with a red cap on his head.    

Wusilanma didn't know why, but she felt like laughing again.    

This feeling was like a prank that had been brewing for a long time and had finally been completed.    

"Come, drink this wine. From now on, you are mine." Wusilanma pretended to be bold and bold as she said in a rough voice.    

Lifting up the wine cup, the two of them crossed their arms.    

Soon, however, the problem arose.    

Chu Yan couldn't drink without taking off his red cap.    

"Forget it, I don't want to drink anymore. Let's go straight to the bridal room!" Wusilanma stepped on the chair with one foot and lifted the red veil over her head.    

Chu Yan, who was standing in front of her, crossed his hands on his knees and looked extremely shy.    

Wusilanma suppressed the joy in her heart and lifted the hood.    

Crash! *    

What appeared in front of her was a radish.    

There was even a flower engraved on the radish.    

"Big Radish Blossom Heart?" Wusilanma was stunned.    

Then, with a scream, she woke up from her dream, panting heavily.    

Clapping his chest, his vision quickly adapted to the darkness around him.    

Moments later, Wusilanma realized that she had just had an incomparably strange dream.    

Although he knew it was a dream, the image of a giant radish standing in front of him after he lifted the red veil was too visually impactful.    

When she closed her eyes, the image of a chubby white radish would appear in her mind.    

"Ah!" "This is so infuriating!    

Wusilanma pulled the cup over her head in anger and rolled over on the bed.    

"..."    

Bang!    

Feng Gang's head hit the ground heavily.    

The ground instantly shattered.    

The protective layer of the True Handle instantly exploded. Feng Gang only felt a buzzing sound in his head. Everything in front of him was covered by a layer of snow.    

And in his throat, at this moment, there was an incomparably strong smell of blood.    

Tang Zhiran, who was standing not far away from him, shrunk into a ball and looked at the male cultivator standing in front of Feng Gang in fear.    

The lines on the male cultivator's face were clear, but they were also too clear.    

At first glance, his face looked like an irregular polygon.    

At this moment, due to his anger, his polygonal face became even weirder.    

"Is this the good news you brought me when I was promoted and came out of seclusion?" Que Longjian narrowed his eyes. The anger in them could not wait to turn into flames that would reach the sky.    

After closed door cultivation for seven months, it was finally difficult for him to advance from the peak of the third level of Earth Origin Stage to the current first level of celestial mood stage.    

Overnight, a fish leaping over a dragon's gate.    

In the heart of the heavens, everyone was an ant.    

This time, he had finally broken away from the ant and became a master.    

Que Longjian was originally in a very good mood.    

But soon after, he was hit on the head.    

For some unknown reason, the promotion of the Violet Myrtle Sect's disciples had stopped recently.    

The promotion of a disciple was not a matter of an increase in cultivation level, but an increase in cultivation level.    

Que Longjian was originally a level six disciple of the Purple Wei Sect, so naturally, it was reasonable for him to be promoted to a level five disciple when he was promoted to celestial mood stage.    

A level five disciple meant that they could obtain more privileges within the Purple Wei Sect and possessed more cultivation resources. At the same time, they could command more subordinates.    

Cultivation resources and various privileges were also worth looking forward to.    

However, having more subordinates was the most important thing in Que Longjian's heart.    

Thinking about it, originally, everyone was a disciple at the third level of Earth Origin Stage, and he himself was at the third level of perfection, so what right did he have to be on equal footing with those disciples who had reached the third level of small success or large success?    

It was good now that he had finally become a master.    

In the blink of an eye, he became a supreme figure.    

He could finally see the group of "minions" at the third level of Earth Origin Stage bow and bow towards him before kneeling down to greet him.    

But now, just when he was feeling elated and ready to advance, the promotion ceremony had actually stopped.    

In other words, even if he was currently a celestial mood stage, he could only continue to be a sixth tier disciple in front of the Purple Wei Sect.    

When Earth Origin Stage were at the peak of the third level, being on equal footing with those disciples who had reached the third level and had mastered it was something that Que Longjian couldn't stand anymore.    

Now, even though he was already a teacher, he still had to stand on equal footing with those fellows.    

At this moment, Que Longjian had the feeling that he was the emperor, but he also wanted to sit at the same table as the beggars and eat the leftovers.    

He was going crazy!    

However, he did not dare to display this emotion to others.    

In his heart, he was still extremely adoring and fearful of the Violet Myrtle Sect.    

Furthermore, Que Longjian vaguely felt that this pause must be because something extraordinary happened in the Purple Sun Martial School.    

The upper echelons of the Violet Myrtle Sect gave him a feeling as if a storm was brewing.    

But no matter what, suppressing the anger in his heart had already made him especially irritable.    

And today, he got another piece of bad news from Tang Zhiran and Feng Gang.    

If the water body couldn't be brought back, He Yonghuan would have perished.    

"That piece of trash, He Yonghuan!"    

Que Longjian's angry roar came from the palace.    

The roar was like a physical substance, forming waves that spread out in all directions.    

"Crack, crack ~ ~ ~"    

The ground and the walls instantly cracked and split apart.    

Feng Gang, who was under his feet, was sent flying and landed 40 to 50 feet away.    

As for Tang Zhiran, her face was deathly pale as she knelt on the ground with a thump, shivering uncontrollably.    

"Bastard!" Bastard! You know who I work for! I work for the Northern King!    

I originally handed this matter to you because I wanted to nurture you.    

And now!    

And now!    

You bastards, not only have you failed my efforts, you've also ruined me!    

How am I supposed to explain this to the King of the North!    

If the Northern Sky King were to blame, can you guys bear the consequences?    

Ah?    

"Tell me loudly!"