In the bridal chamber, Chen Fan scratched his head in irritation, wanting to light a cigarette.
He glanced at Nezha, then at Zhang Tian Shou, who was both ashamed and shy.
He drained the wine cup in his hand, let out a sigh, and said.
“So, you’re the Great Princess of the Heavenly Court, and he’s the Three Altars Sea Meeting Great Deity Nezha!
If the Heavenly Court learns about my marriage to you, they’ll send an army to conquer us, right?”
Zhang Tian Shou obediently nodded, prompting a low curse from Chen Fan.
“I was thinking, why is the power level in this world so high.
Turns out, this damn place is the Primal Chaos!”
“Primal Chaos, what a distant name. Those two words haven't been uttered since the ancient battle of Conferred Gods.
It's rare to hear anyone mention them. You’re quite knowledgeable!”
Nezha looked at Chen Fan with surprise, not expecting such knowledge from him.
In Nezha’s eyes, an ordinary mortal has at most a lifespan of three or four hundred years.
Why are they always attracting the Heavenly Court’s female immortals, one after another, jumping into the fire pit without hesitation?
“So, isn’t there any solution that’s good for everyone?
When the Peach Blossom Festival comes, can’t you go back and report to your father, then return afterwards?”
Chen Fan scratched his head in distress, feeling rather helpless.
Others transmigrate, gaining all sorts of buffs, becoming invincible in the world.
But in his case, he was directly buffeted.
The difference is too huge!
“That won’t work. The celestial law prohibits immortals and mortals from falling in love.
It’s engraved in the laws of Heaven. You’ve already gotten married.
The Great Princess now bears your mortal aura.
This aura can't be concealed unless it’s by a saint, and it can easily be detected!”
Nezha, with his legs dangling in the air, swayed back and forth, directly rejecting Chen Fan’s suggestion.
If it was truly that easy to conceal, then Cloud Fairy wouldn't have been absent from the mortal realm for twenty years.
Immortals who fall in love with mortals will carry the aura of their mortal spouse.
This aura is like a beacon in the night to immortals.
A casual glance is enough to distinguish it.
“Ah, well, wife, why don’t we get a divorce?
The celestial law only prohibits immortals and mortals from falling in love, it doesn’t say they can’t be friends, right?
Anyway, we're both living our lives, you're a fairy, you don’t have to care about mortal reputations, right?”
Nezha “…”
Nezha was silent at that moment.
He had never encountered someone with such a wild train of thought, completely defying imagination.
“Impossible, just wait to die!
The celestial law is strict, you can't hide it with your little tricks!”
Nezha, without hesitation, shattered Chen Fan’s hopes, his small face puffed up in anger.
Nezha felt that this guy wasn’t worthy of the brilliant Great Princess.
“Ah Fan, don’t worry, you’ll be fine!”
Zhang Tian Shou extended a hand, grasping Chen Fan’s palm, and gave him an encouraging look.
The Great Sage of Humanity, with his immense merit towards the Three Realms’ human race.
Once his merit is complete and his body is bathed in it.
He will inevitably awaken his innate heavenly body, reaching a level comparable to the first generation of the innate human race.
Coupled with his great merit and great fortune.
Such an existence, his future accomplishments are bound to be limitless.
Therefore, before Chen Fan completes his mission, Heaven will not allow him to die.
“How could he be alright, even if you become an immortal now, it's too late.
The immortal-mortal aura has been planted, it can't be erased in this lifetime!”
Nezha, without hesitation, poured cold water on him, causing Zhang Tian Shou to roll his eyes in annoyance.
To this, Nezha shrugged, a woman in love, indeed, is beyond reason.
“No, Nezha, tell me, can the Human Emperor protect me?”
Chen Fan furrowed his brow slightly, pondering countermeasures.
Nezha raised his head in surprise upon hearing this, a mocking smile on his face, he said.
“Human Emperor? Now he’s called the Son of Heaven, but if he protects you, it would take at least one-tenth of humanity’s fortune to do so.
The current Tang Dynasty, although its fortune is blazing, hasn't truly unified humanity.
To protect you, it would require three-tenths of the Tang Dynasty’s fortune, do you think that's possible!”
Nezha only felt that this mortal was foolishly naive in his fantastical ideas.
Dynasty fortune, it’s not something you can manipulate at will.
Even the current Son of Heaven, unless he's a founding emperor.
Otherwise, he can't mobilize more than three-tenths of the dynasty's fortune.
Most importantly, since the ancient Divine Han Dynasty.
The lineage of the human emperors in the mortal realm has been cut off, the Son of Heaven simply doesn't know how to mobilize fortune.
“In that case, it seems I need to be more aggressive!”
A cloud of gloom hung over Chen Fan’s head, his thoughts churning.
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands reached out, gently massaging Chen Fan’s temples.
A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, he reached out and grasped Zhang Tian Shou's hand, determinedly saying.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out!”
He said, his gaze falling upon Nezha, sending a shiver down Nezha’s spine.
For some reason, although he was facing just an ordinary mortal.
A sense of fear rose in Nezha’s heart, as if some great terror awaited him.
“Nezha brother, you came today, I must treat you well!”
Chen Fan’s eyes narrowed, deciding to keep Nezha by his side.
Although Nezha is a mischievous child, Nezha who has been tortured by Li Jing.
With Nezha’s suppression, he would have more room to maneuver and make mistakes.
Instead of walking a tightrope, he wouldn’t have to be so careful every step of the way.
“What are you trying to do?”
Nezha asked, his voice a little weak.
Chen Fan took a step forward, pulling Nezha out.
“Come, come, come, Nezha brother is here, we gotta have a good meal!”
After a while, Chen Fan returned, his clothes disheveled.
He grumbled as he straightened his clothes, wiping away the sweat that wasn't there.
“Those drunks, they’re too hard to handle!”
“Ah Fan, are you alright!”
Zhang Tian Shou walked over and adjusted Chen Fan’s messy clothes.
Chen Fan casually closed the door, grabbed Zhang Tian Shou’s hand.
“Don’t mind it, we're gonna get undressed anyway!”
“Oh, how can you… It’s so embarrassing.
Husband, put out the incense!”
“No, hey, why did it go out?!”
Outside Zhaojia Village, Bai Qianli, who had already retracted his gaze, had a distant look in his eyes, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“I knew you had a lot hidden, one village isn’t enough for you to wreak havoc!”