83: Kidnapping scene! The Divine Child and his wife make their appearance!

Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Tiandu Imperial City.

The reaction speed of the Myriad Dao Auction House exceeded everyone's expectations.

The treasury had been looted clean; it was equivalent to having one's pants pulled down in public and then being kicked hard. Reasonably, the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild should have been flying into a rage, locking down the city, and digging three feet deep to find the thief.

However, strangely, the soaring alarm light pillar only flickered for less than fifteen minutes before quietly going out.

Immediately after, a Grand Elder with white hair and a youthful face, whose aura was unfathomable, personally appeared. Facing the suspicious and uncertain Cultivators in the city, he announced with a beaming smile: "A small accident has startled everyone. The guild conducted a Formation drill, and the commotion was a bit large; please excuse us. The auction will proceed as scheduled in fifteen minutes!"

This explanation wouldn't even fool a three-year-old.

Formation drill? Whose drill can "drill" away the core area of the sect-protecting Formation?

But since the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild had taken this stance, people couldn't probe too deeply. What they cared about more was whether the treasures were still there.

Soon, news spread from within the auction house that tonight's finale would go on as scheduled!

As soon as the news came out, the entire Tiandu boiled over again!

Countless forces that were still on the sidelines flocked to the Myriad Dao Auction House, fearing they would miss this once-in-an-eternity event.

Thus, the entrance of the Myriad Dao Auction House, which had just experienced a shocking catastrophe, did not become deserted; instead, it was even more lively than before, with surging crowds and soaring treasure light.

The dragon-patterned flying boat of the Wang Family of the Northern Region had just landed. Wang Teng, who had once had a conflict with "Su Chen," walked onto the red carpet haughtily, surrounded by a group of fierce-looking guards.

Next, the Saintess of the Ancient Sect of the Southern Wilderness arrived gracefully on a Seven-colored Luan Bird, drawing a burst of admiration.

Big shots who could cause an earthquake in their respective regions just by stomping their feet arrived one after another. Each was dressed luxuriously and possessed an extraordinary bearing, making the atmosphere solemn and enthusiastic.

However, just as the atmosphere reached its peak.

At the grand main entrance of the auction house, space distorted violently without warning.

No spiritual energy fluctuations, no roar of Laws.

That patch of void was like a piece of jelly poked hard by an invisible finger, sagging inward limply before returning to its original state.

Then, two figures walked out side-by-side from that restored void in a completely unreasonable manner.

Walking on the left was a man.

He wore a loose white silk bathrobe with the collar wide open, revealing delicate jade-like collarbones. The hem of the robe even had some dust on it from when he crawled through the dog hole earlier.

His ink-black hair was loosely tied with only a jade hairpin, with a few unruly strands hanging over his forehead, obscuring those peach blossom eyes that seemed forever sleepy and unfocused.

His face was written all over with a loss of hope for life.

Every step he took felt like he was dragging a hundred thousand divine mountains; it was as if his Soul was still lingering in a bed hundreds of millions of miles away.

His appearance, looking like he would lie down and fall asleep on the spot at any second, was completely out of place in this magnificent and bustling environment.

[It's over, it's completely over this time.]

Su Chen felt like a social anxiety sufferer who had been forcibly dragged out of bed and taken to a company annual meeting without even washing his face, and then told to perform "breaking a stone on his chest" on stage.

The tens of thousands of curious, probing, and shocked gazes around him were like dense, red-hot steel needles, pricking him so much that he felt uncomfortable all over, wishing he could immediately trigger the Great Void Technique and vanish on the spot.

[This Crazy Woman actually brought me here! And in such a flashy and attention-grabbing way! Do I have an eight-generation-long blood feud with her?!]

[My lifelong reputation! My Low-key Dao! All gone! If that Ice Block Face Ling Qingzhu or that female tyrant Ji Hongxue find out about me looking like this, I'm afraid not even my ashes will remain!]

Su Chen's heart was howling in madness, but what made him even more desperate was the woman walking beside him.

Ye Linghan.

She had changed back to her original face, which was beautiful enough to overturn all living beings yet carried a deadly wickedness.

Wearing a mysterious black Imperial Robe with complex magic patterns embroidered in dark gold thread on the hem, it seemed as if an endless abyss was flowing within it with every step she took.

She didn't intentionally release any aura, but the innate dominance and pressure belonging to a Fallen Immortal of the Mortal World still acted like an invisible Domain, covering a radius of a hundred feet.

Anyone who tried to approach would feel a tremor from the depths of their Soul.

It was as if they were facing not a woman, but an ancient god or demon about to wake up and drag heaven and earth into darkness.

What was even more lethal was that she reached out her slender jade hand and very intimately—one could even say with a strong sense of possessiveness—firmly grabbed Su Chen's arm.

That strength didn't feel like holding; it felt more like snapping on an inescapable Law shackle.

Her posture didn't look like a couple; it looked more like a female mountain bandit chief who had just snatched a "Bandit Husband" and was showing off her spoils to the whole world.

One looked like a kidnapped "God of Sleep."

One was a terrifying "Bandit Queen."

This bizarre combination of a deity and a demoness walked side by side, instantly becoming the sole focus of the entire venue!

At the entrance of the entire auction house, the boiling noise of the crowd vanished eerily at this moment.

Everyone was as if they had been hit by a freezing spell, their mouths wide open and eyes bulging, staring at this inconceivable scene with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Heavens... oh my god, that... is that... the Divine Son of the Su Family?"

"It's him! It's definitely him! This temperament, this way of appearing, it's exactly the same as a few days ago! But he... why did he come out wearing a bathrobe?!" A young female Cultivator who admired the Divine Son covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.

"Who is that woman next to him?! My god, what a terrifying aura! What a beautiful... face! I feel like my Divine Soul is about to be sucked in by her!" A Sect Master of the Saint Realm cried out in shock and hurriedly looked away, his forehead already dripping with cold sweat.

"This... what's the situation? Has His Highness the Divine Son... been kidnapped?"

"Kidnapped? Look at the Divine Son's hopeless expression, and then look at that woman's domineering 'you are mine' look. This is clearly him being snatched to be a Bandit Husband! To think the Divine Son of the Su Family would have such a day?!"

Wang Teng, who had just entered, was stunned for a moment, and then a distorted smile of wild joy appeared on his face.

After a brief dead silence, a mountain-collapsing and tsunami-like wave of discussion erupted from the crowd.

Everyone thought they would see the legendary Divine Son of the Su Family descend again with a posture of ruling the world.

Instead, what they got was a large-scale kidnapping and social death scene even more absurd than the last time!

This scene was too bizarre, too magical, so much so that everyone felt their brains weren't enough to process it.

Listening to the undisguised discussions around him, Su Chen felt like his skin was being burned through by those gazes.

He want to pull his hand back, but found that Ye Linghan's arm was like a pair of iron pincers, motionless.

He could only use his eyes to frantically hint at her.

[Big sister! Even if we're acting, it shouldn't be like this, right?! You're drawing aggro for me!]

Feeling his struggle, Ye Linghan not only didn't let go but held even tighter.

She even deliberately leaned her plump body against him and leaned her red lips to his ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, charmingly yet full of threat:

"Husband, give me a smile."

"You are the focus of the whole venue right now. Don't keep such a stiff face; it looks bad."

Su Chen's body suddenly stiffened.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Linghan's wicked smile that was written with "you're dead if you don't obey," feeling as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

A threat!

This was a blatant threat!

[You win!]

Su Chen squeezed these three words out from between his teeth.

Using all the strength of his life, he began to mobilize his already stiff facial muscles.

The corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably, like two fish struggling for life on the shore; every upward tug appeared so difficult and so tragic.

After a few breaths, a smile finally formed on his face.

In that smile, there was not a hint of joy; the last bit of light in his peach blossom eyes had gone out.

Only endless humiliation, tragedy, and a desperate accusation against this shitty world remained.

It was as if he were silently shouting to everyone with his expression: "Don't kill me, I'm smiling, please just give me a quick end."

This scene made all the Cultivators present even more certain of their guess.

The Divine Son of the Su Family had really been kidnapped by this terrifying woman!

This woman was simply audacious!

Utterly insane!