Published: February 26, 2025
Disguise technique, at that moment, on the originally delicate face, a series of pockmarks appeared.
Seeing Tan Yun's surprised expression, Yu Yunxi's eyes curved into crescent moons as she said, "I heard that the Sea of Demons is quite chaotic. Although I have used disguise, I, this princess, am of natural beauty and still fear being noticed by other men."
Tan Yun couldn’t help but curl his lips in disbelief, "How does looking ugly protect me?"
Yu Yunxi rolled her eyes. "Think about it, if I show my true face and someone tries to take me away, will you not protect me?"
"If I encounter a strong opponent, you can't protect me; I might even end up getting killed. So, by doing this, aren't I protecting you?"
"Sweat!" Tan Yun shook his head, "Alright, Seventh Princess, you’re right."
"Hehe, of course." Yu Yunxi smiled sweetly, "Okay, let’s go."
"Mm." Tan Yun responded, controlling the Divine Vessel against the gusting sea breeze, sailing into the air above the Sea of Demons...
"Wow, it’s really beautiful!"
"Tan Yun, this is my first time seeing an area larger than the Western Continent Divine Sea; I’m really happy!"
"Tan Yun, look... it's a rainbow... or rather nine of them..."
"..."
In the following six months, the Divine Vessel would occasionally echo with Yu Yunxi's joyous voice.
Tan Yun watched Yu Yunxi, whose smile blossomed like a flower, feeling somewhat lost in thought.
Perhaps Yu Yunxi was too happy, as she unexpectedly danced on the Divine Vessel.
She danced like a colorful butterfly, her movements graceful and captivating.
"Mm?" Suddenly, Tan Yun frowned, sensing a chilling killing intent descending from the vast Sea of Clouds.
Judging by the aura, there were nine people, all at the dao god realm.
"Stop!"
With an undeniable cold shout, nine burly middle-aged men blocked the path of the Divine Vessel in mid-air.
Tan Yun halted the Divine Vessel, scanning the nine individuals, discovering that the leader was at the great perfection of the dao god realm while the other eight were at the ninth layer of the dao god realm.
"I wonder why you all are blocking the way?" Tan Yun asked, his tone a mix of amusement and sarcasm.
The leader ignored Tan Yun completely, looking at the now-stopped Yu Yunxi, and sneered, "Little lady, why don’t you keep dancing?"
"Little lady, although you have a face full of pockmarks, your dance is truly beautiful, especially that figure—so alluring!"
At this moment, one of the middle-aged men muttered, "Boss, although this girl has a good figure, her face is full of pockmarks; can you really go after her?"
"Go to hell!" The leader, dressed in black, kicked the man and laughed lasciviously, "What do you know? Just think, when conquering this little lady, if I cover her eyes, won’t that solve the problem?"
"Look at her enchanting figure, it’s simply exquisite!"
His words immediately triggered laughter from the eight others.
Yu Yunxi had never been spoken of in such a manner before; her body trembled with anger.
"Yunxi, don’t get angry." Tan Yun stepped forward, patting Yu Yunxi’s fragrant shoulder. "It’s not worth getting angry with a bunch of trashy mad dogs."
"Damn!" The leader’s expression darkened, "You little ant at the ninth layer of the daoist realm, I initially wanted you to leave with money and this little lady, but now it’s too late..."
Before the black-clad leader could finish, Tan Yun interrupted coldly, "She is my fiancée."
"You all immediately kneel down and apologize to her, then slap yourselves a hundred times and hand over all your valuables. I’ll let you live."
"Hahahaha!" The black-clad leader suddenly laughed, looking at Tan Yun as though he were a fool, "Did you hear that?"
"This white-haired brat wants us to kneel, slap ourselves a hundred times, and hand over our valuables?"
The other eight burst into laughter, looking at Tan Yun with disdain.
"Old Nine, go and take care of this arrogant fool!" The black-clad middle-aged man commanded, not regarding a living life at all.
Clearly, he had blood on his hands.