My Wife is A Sword God

Qin Feng found himself in a long dream.

In this dream, he saw an old monk sitting cross-legged under a lush old tree.

The sound of Buddhist chants filled his ears, and golden light enveloped the sky like a curtain.

“Who are you?” Qin Feng asked.

“Just a monk who chants scriptures and worships Buddha,” the old monk replied with a smile.

“Why am I here?” Qin Feng asked again.

“That question, you should ask yourself, my friend.”

Snap!

Unexpectedly, Qin Feng slapped himself hard, stunning himself and surprising the old monk.

“It doesn’t hurt. Indeed, it must be a dream. But why didn’t I dream of my wife? Instead, I dreamt of an old monk,” Qin Feng lamented and shook his head.

Suddenly, he recalled something. The scenes before he fell unconscious flashed through his mind.

He entered the first rank with the power of the saint and the white deer, shattered the underworld pillar, rescued his father, and battled the Heavenly Soul.

Then, he unleashed the Divine Might and The Divine Guiding The Stars taught by Senior Xuan Yi, intending to completely obliterate the Heaven Killing Soul. However, he exhausted his energy and his body disintegrated.

“Could it be… I’m dead?” The terrifying thought emerged in his mind and couldn’t be dispelled.

He tried to call the white deer and stimulate his Chi Qi with his divine consciousness, but there was no response.

Qin Feng’s face turned pale, and then he sat down in despair, feeling that the reality matched his fears.

“Ha-ha-ha.” A bitter laugh escaped him and tears streaked down his cheeks.

The old monk spoke, “Do you regret it, my friend?”

“Regret?” Qin Feng repeated softly, shaking his head with a smile.

“I don’t regret the choices I’ve made. If given another chance, I would do the same. But…”

But what about those waiting for him to return? How would they feel when they learned of this tragedy?

In a dream, Qin Feng seemed to see his two wives devastated with grief.

He seemed to see Qin Xiao and Qin Lan crying out, “Where’s Daddy?”

And he seemed to see the woman in the luxurious moon-white gown, guarding their parting vows, waiting desperately for him to return to Imperial City.

The departed were gone, leaving endless sorrow for the living.

The old monk, having received an answer, nodded slightly. “Good. The cycles of the three realms, the destruction of heaven and earth, the path ahead is dark, like walking on thin ice. Perhaps only with such sincere hearts can one become the dawn, illuminating the night.”

As his words fell, the space around them trembled, and dazzling golden light converged on Qin Feng’s forehead, piercing through his body.

Like the warmth of winter sun, like the gentle breeze of spring, warmth enveloped his entire being.

“Master, you…” Qin Feng tried to speak, feeling his body gradually reviving like a shoot sprouting after the rain.

“Although a great dream is enjoyable, it’s time for you to return, my friend, lest the beloved ones worry,” the old monk said.

The surroundings seemed to blur like swirling water, gradually fading away.

As his consciousness faded, Qin Feng hastily glanced and faintly saw a crack appearing on the old monk’s forehead, but there was no trace of blood.

“If I don’t go to hell, who will?”  The light murmuring, like the whisper of a summer mosquito, scattered with the wind.

Crack!

Outside the extreme boundary of the Southern Region, the giant Buddha statue sitting on a lotus stone platform shattered with a thunderous roar.

A beam of golden light shot out from its forehead, and the advancing black curtain also stopped at this moment.

On the ancestral dragon standing on the top of the cloud, the Buddha’s mouth, which was still chirping, suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, it said in a tone that sounded like it was crying or confused, “The old monk has left.”

In the Immortal Realm, Xuan Yi once again ruled over the immortals and demons, and drove away the monsters. He was the Heavenly Emperor who had disappeared before. He seemed to sense something and stood silently, finally turned into a sigh.

The Heavenly Tower National Teacher bowed deeply facing the south.

At the same time, Qin Feng, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the concerned and excited expressions of the people around him.

“Husband, you’re awake.”

“I am.”

Liu Jianli gently blew on the hot tea she held, while Qin Feng lay on the bed, gazing out the window with a myriad of thoughts.

In these few days, he had also learned about everything that happened after he fell into a coma.

The Heavenly Soul was severely injured and saved by Heaven’s Eye, and Ghost Lord took advantage of the situation to lead the creatures of the Netherworld in destroying the immortal monsters that couldn’t die.

And it was Qin Feng who made it possible to break through their immortality.

It was because of his desperate battle that the Heavenly Soul kept dying and reviving, resulting in a sharp decrease in the number of its sacrificial members.

The creatures left in the Netherworld Realm had obviously become abandoned pawns, unable to rely on sacrificing their own kind anymore, so their only path was destruction.

Shentu was punished by the Ghost Lord and was supposed to be imprisoned in the Abyssal Prison for a thousand years. But the crisis of the three realms had not yet passed, and the Netherworld Realm urgently needed military strength, so Shentu was punished with three days of burning ghost fire instead.

Knowing that he had been deceived and almost led the Netherworld Realm to its doom, Shentu willingly accepted the punishment.

The Gate of Hell, connecting the two realms, inexplicably couldn’t be closed, allowing passage between the two worlds.

Ghost Lord declared that once the situation in the Netherworld Realm was settled, she would send envoys to discuss an alliance to face future crises, and Old Man Baili readily agreed.

Cang Feilan clenched her fists at his side, her eyes were red and although her tone was cold, she could not hide the worry and fear, “You endured a power that your body could not handle and repeatedly used powerful techniques that drained you, resulting in the collapse of your physical body.” 

“Even with the efforts of White Deer and Bai Su, combined with Ghost Lord’s stabilization technique, they could only keep you hanging on by a thread. Luckily, that old fart entered the Netherworld Realm and brought you to the extreme boundary of the Southern Region, inexplicably restoring your vitality.”

Naturally, the “old fart” referred to Old Man Baili.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng thought of the old monk in his dream and felt a sudden pang of sorrow in his heart. He seemed to have guessed something. 

“Has there been any change in the extreme boundary of the Southern Region?” Qin Feng asked.

Cang Feilan replied, “Just before you woke up, the largest stone Buddha in the extreme region collapsed, and a golden light appeared on its forehead. Everyone was surprised and thought that something had happened to the extreme region. But then the black curtain that kept moving stopped, and your physical body gradually recovered. Shortly after that, you opened your eyes.

She paused for a moment, remembered something, and continued, “That old fart said with red eyes – he sacrificed his life for righteousness and extended some time for the Three Realms.”

So it was true. Qin Feng closed his eyes, his fists clenched involuntarily, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.

After a moment, he took the teacup Liu Jianli handed him, after taking a sip he asked, “Why are my two wives here?”

Liu Jianli’s voice was cold. “Husband, you left without saying a word, thinking that Feilan and I wouldn’t know anything?”

Cang Feilan’s expression was also unpleasant. “If I hadn’t gone to the Southern Region with Sister Jianli to resist the invasion of the Netherworld Realm, we might have only been able to see you for the last time!” 

“You made promises in the past, but not once did you fulfill them. Leaving without saying a word, facing life and death situations, do you really think Elder Sister and I wouldn’t be angry?”

Qin Feng started to sweat nervously and hastily shifted the blame. “How could I leave without saying a word? The situation was urgent at the time, that’s why I left in a hurry, but before leaving, I did instruct Anya to inform both of you.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Qin Feng thought to himself, ‘Sorry, Anya, but you’re also going to be my wife soon, so you can take the blame for your husband.’

Little did he know, at that moment, a graceful figure entered the room and immediately threw herself into Qin Feng’s arms. Her delicate body trembled. “If I had known it would be so dangerous, I would never have hidden anything from you. I would have definitely told both Elder Sisters and asked them to stop you.”

Feeling the flatness in front of his chest, Qin Feng knew without looking that it was Anya.

Hmm, where did this hostility come from?

Qin Feng turned his head to look, only to see both wives glaring at him with frosty expressions.