52: The Son of God is mighty and good at picking up girls

"Jiang Chen of the Hongtian Holy Land is here to welcome Nangong Mingyue!"

The voice wasn't particularly loud, but it resonated clearly with spiritual power, entering everyone's ears.

The Nangong Family Disciples who were nearly shaken from the air by the Dragon's might now looked pale, especially the leading woman in the yellow skirt. She clutched her churning Qi and blood, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Jiang Chen.

The Saint of Hongtian Holy Land, Jiang Chen!

This name, who in the entire Eastern Domain didn't know it now?

During the Grand Competition, he defeated true heirs, annihilated demon scions, and finally even caused a Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor to appear and support him.

Every single one of these deeds was already legendary.

The woman in the yellow skirt felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. She had just blocked the path of this menacing God, and even spoken disrespectfully to him.

"Nonsense!"

A reprimand came from below.

Immediately, two figures shot into the sky, appearing in front of the nine dragon chariot in an instant.

The one leading them was none other than the Nangong Family Patriarch, Nangong Zhuo.

Beside him was Nangong Mingyue, tall and elegantly poised in a light blue gauze dress, her beauty ethereal and refined.

Nangong Zhuo first glared at his few good-for-nothing Family Juniors, then turned his gaze to the nine dragon chariot, a smile appearing on his face: "nephew, you must be careful. My Nangong Family cannot withstand the antics of your nine Flood Dragons."

Though he spoke words of mild reproach, there was not a hint of blame in his tone. Instead, it carried a playful familiarity, like an Elder teasing a Junior.

Jiang Chen floated down from the nine dragon chariot, bowing to Nangong Zhuo in greeting, his demeanor humble and modest, completely different from his earlier domineering and arrogant display.

"Uncle Nangong jests. My arrival was hasty, and I feared disturbing Uncle's peace, which is why I announced myself."

His gaze subtly swept over Nangong Mingyue, who stood beside Nangong Zhuo.

Today, she seemed to have dressed up intentionally.

Her dark hair flowed like a waterfall, simply tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands falling across her forehead.

Her already stunning face, unadorned by makeup, surpassed countless beauties in the mortal world.

Her cool, clear eyes were like a pool of autumn water, only rippling slightly the moment they met Jiang Chen's gaze.

She was looking at him too.

After several days apart, he seemed to have changed again.

He still had that gentle demeanor, but his eyes, with the left like the sun and the right like the moon, were so profound that she felt her soul could be drawn into them.

Especially when he looked at her, Nangong Mingyue felt her heart skip a beat uncontrollably once more.

She recalled the words he had transmitted to her at the end of the Grand Competition.

"Wash up and wait for me."

"I want you, willingly, to wear a wedding dress for me."

These words, like a demonic melody, had been circling in her mind constantly these past few days.

Making her feel ashamed and angry, and unsettling her heart.

"Mingyue." Jiang Chen's voice broke her train of thought.

He took a step forward, passing Nangong Zhuo, and walked directly in front of her, instantly closing the distance between them.

"Mm."

Nangong Mingyue subconsciously retreated half a step, lowering her gaze, not daring to meet Jiang Chen's eyes directly.

Jiang Chen looked at her in this state, the smile on his lips growing wider.

He reached out and, before either Nangong Mingyue or Nangong Zhuo could react, gently clasped her cool, jade-like hand.

Nangong Mingyue stiffened all over, as if struck by lightning, a tingling sensation instantly spreading from her palm throughout her body.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but the more she tried, the tighter Jiang Chen held her, leaving her unable to move.

"You!" Nangong Mingyue was both ashamed and annoyed, suddenly raising her head, her clear, cool eyes filled with indignation.

How dare he be so disrespectful in front of her father and so many of her clansmen!

"The Taiyin Ancient Tomb is about to open."

Jiang Chen, however, seemed not to notice the anger in her eyes. He merely gazed into her eyes, his voice gentle, "I've come to pick you up."

These five simple words, however, seemed to carry immense weight, instantly shattering all of Nangong Mingyue's defenses.

All her shame and anger, all her struggles, at this moment, transformed into ripples in the lake of her heart.

"Cough, cough!"

Nangong Zhuo, standing nearby, coughed heavily twice, breaking the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

He looked at his daughter's absent-minded expression, feeling both exasperated and amused, and could only shake his head helplessly, saying to Jiang Chen: "nephew, since Mingyue is going with you, I hope you will take good care of her along the way."

"Uncle can rest assured." Jiang Chen turned his head, still holding Nangong Mingyue's hand, with no intention of letting go. "With me here, no one can harm her in the slightest."

Nangong Mingyue's fingers curled slightly, but she ultimately stopped struggling. However, the blush on her cheeks had already spread to her fair earlobes.

And so, under the complex gazes of the Nangong Family Elders and Disciples, Jiang Chen, holding the hand of their unapproachable Saintess, ascended the nine dragon chariot.

The flying ship slowly started, breaking through the clouds, and sped towards the distance.

On the nine dragon chariot, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Xiao Tiandu was still closing his eyes, cultivating, his body and sword as one.

Qing Linghe gently plucked her zither, but a few notes were out of tune.

Song Ningxue stood by the railing, looking at the sea of clouds below, her gaze wandering.

Only Wen Yan, holding his peach blossom fan to cover half his face, secretly winked at Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingyue, silently mouthing: "Saint is mighty!"

Jiang Chen naturally noticed all this, but he didn't care.

He pulled Nangong Mingyue, and they sat down on the soft couch at the very front of the carriage.

"Let go." Nangong Mingyue's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"No." Jiang Chen replied simply and directly, "What if you fall off?"

"I am already in the Soul Transformation Realm, I won't fall off." Nangong Mingyue argued.

But to Jiang Chen's ears, it sounded like she lacked conviction.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, then pretended to have just noticed, scrutinizing her carefully. "Not bad, you've actually broken through to the Soul Transformation Realm. It seems you've been very diligent these days I've been away."

His gaze was a bit fervent, making Nangong Mingyue feel uncomfortable all over.

Indeed, after the Grand Competition, she had a sudden realization and received an abundance of Family resources, thus achieving a Breakthrough in one go.

"Are you particularly eager to catch up to my steps so you can marry me sooner?"

Jiang Chen leaned close to her ear, lowering his voice, his warm breath caressing her earlobe.

Nangong Mingyue's body stiffened again, a rush of heat surging from her neck to the top of her head. She felt as if her head was about to smoke.

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

She abruptly pushed Jiang Chen away, stood up, and fled to the other side of the ship's railing, turning her back to him, leaving him with only an indignant and ashamed silhouette.

Jiang Chen looked at her in that state, the smile on his lips growing even brighter.

This ice beauty's flustered appearance was truly adorable.

Wen Yan, watching this scene from afar, fanned himself more vigorously. He leaned towards Qing Linghe, lowering his voice.

"Junior Sister Qing, did you see that? Our Saint is truly a Grandmaster of flirting! Look at Fairy Nangong, that iceberg is almost melted into a hot spring."

Qing Linghe gave him a sidelong glance, saying nothing, but her fingers, plucking the zither strings, struck another wrong note.