"Those sects and families that haven't yet vented their hatred and greed on my Han family."
Han Jiaming's tone is still calm, but the light in his eyes is gloomy and cold, as if they're quenched with a bone-chilling poison.
"Those people's words are pleasant to hear, that the Shen Musician Sect was wiped out in order to uphold justice and slay evil. But in fact, each and every one of them just wanted to snatch the Shen Musician's heaven-defying inheritance and the best holy artifact, the Tian Mo Qin. "
"After slaughtering the entire Shen Musician Sect, they couldn't find any inheritance related to the Shen Musicians, so they set their eyes on our Han family."
"In the Polar Domain, under the Imperial Court, there was only the Shen Musician Sect and my Han family. Even because Di Beixuan's cultivation was not as good as Baili Yinlou's, he was only on par with my ancestor. The Shen Musician Sect and the Han family, who were connected by marriage, even overshadowed the Imperial Court of the Polar Domain. "
"After this battle, the Han family's youths were slaughtered, the clan's resources were looted, and the dignified top aristocratic family became a third-rate small sect that could bully and oppress them."
"Hahahaha … you tell me, how wonderful is the world?"
Han Jiaming looks at Jun Muyan, lowers his voice, and slowly says: "Jun Muyan, tell me, your Shen Musician Sect, don't you owe my Han family a glory, and … a wife?"
"Many people say that I look very similar to my ancestor, Han Ziqi. That year, my ancestor and the head of the Shen Musician Sect, Baili Yinlou, tied the knot. Now it's your turn to be with me. Is this the fate of heaven, the fate that has been passed down for thousands of years! "
Muyan is about to speak, but she hears Han Chujiu already flying into a rage: "Screw your father's fate, screw your mother's thousand years of fate. Do you think you're worthy to tie the knot with my baby disciple? That kid Di Ming Jue still wants to stand aside? Who do you think you are?! "
Muyan's face suddenly changes, and the Seven Extinction Sword in her hand suddenly swings out: "Ninth Master, be careful!!"
However, her reaction is still a step too slow.
A dark red flame sprang up from under Han Chujiu's shadow, instantly engulfing it.
Han Chujiu is just a broken soul clone, so naturally, he has no power to resist. His illusory shadow instantly becomes faint, almost non-existent.
"Ninth Master —!!"
"My good disciple, don't worry. This is just a thousandth of my soul. If it disperses, then so be it. It's no big deal!"
"Han Jiaming, don't think you've won. I'm warning you, if you dare touch my precious disciple, I'll tear you to pieces!!"
The dark red flame burned out, and Han Chujius figure also disappeared.
Han Jiaming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying.
His voice once again became a bit hoarse: Really worthy to be called Shengzu Medicine King Han Chujiu ah! Even if it was only a thousandth of his soul, it wouldn't stop him from poisoning me. It's a pity … "
A scarlet light flashed across Han Jiaming's eyes.
Immediately after, the bones in his body let out a crisp crackling sound, and the hand that was originally chopped off grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From the ghastly white bones to the bloody flesh covering it, even the skin had completely recovered.
Han Jiaming didn't even look at his hand, but step by step, he walked towards Muyan.
There is no trace of pain on his face, instead, his mouth holds a gentle and elegant smile: "Jun Muyan, you still don't know, this place is called the [Little Curse God's Land], and your body has been planted with the [Lovesickness Demon Curse]. As long as you are still within the scope of this [Little Curse God's Land], I am God!"
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