Chapter 417: Chapter 372: I’m Really a Good Person, the Reunion of Shiva and His Wife! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
Clang!
In an instant, the Vajra Pestle flashed with a cold light, descending through the air to gently strike the slumbering heart.
The sound was crisp and pleasant, echoing through the palace.
"!!"
Manda’s figure stiffened, frozen in place in an instant.
She held her head in her hands, her body swaying slightly, as a wisp of drifting pink aura instantly wafted out. This wisp of aura, seemingly intangible like the thoughts and desires of the heart, vanished in a flash, leaving no trace to be found.
Whoosh!
Indra’s eyes suddenly shone with a golden light.
His eyes twinkled, as if the sun had changed color, erupting with strands of divine power.
Thousand-Eye Power activated!
It seemed as if his eyes contained everything, with thousands of pupils blending within them, focusing attentively in all directions—east, west, south, north, up, and down.
In the next moment, these thousands of eyes all glanced simultaneously, fixating in focus.
"I see it!"
Indra’s eyes sparkled as he murmured to himself.
Golden light flickered on his great arm as he reached out to grab.
In his palm, divine power surged like thunder and lightning, capturing the wisp of pink aura into his hand.
Whoosh!
Indra slowly lowered his head, concentrating on the strand of aura in his hand.
A sensation of warmth and moisture diffused across his palm, feeling like smooth goose feathers lightly brushing over his skin, carrying a fiery passion yet filled with gentleness that aroused one’s innermost desires.
"Asura?"
"Which Asura is causing mischief this time!"
Indra narrowed his eyes and whispered lowly, speculating in his mind.
This power felt much like that of a specially-abled Asura.
But who could it be?
Indra pondered.
This strand of pink desire, like a slippery poison snake lying in wait, twisted and sought entrance into the center of Indra’s palm.
Crack!
Lightning flashed in Indra’s hand, thunder shooting forth, instantly suppressing this power.
"Manda should be fine now!"
"She seems to have been influenced by an Asura with strange abilities!"
Indra looked down at Manda, who was lying in Sani’s arms, and said.
At his words, the Devas’ expressions varied.
Kashigyakya snorted coldly.
"I knew it!"
"This must all be an Asura’s conspiracy!"
Kashigyakya clenched her fist, indignant.
The Fire God Agni greatly agreed with Kashigyakya’s thoughts and echoed, "Exactly, the Asuras harbor ill intentions, they should be exterminated!"
The Wind God Vayu wore a look of astonishment.
At this time, to have an Asura come cause trouble was audacious beyond belief.
The Water God Varuna bowed his head, casting his gaze toward Sani.
"What shall we do about Sani now?"
The Water God Varuna inquired.
Everyone looked at each other.
Indeed!
With Sani now cursed, the pressing matter was to deal with his situation first, then consider the Asura matter afterward.
Indra slightly lowered his head, only to see Sani seated on the ground.
He closed his eyes in confusion, hugging his wife, seemingly at a loss for what to do.
"Sani!"
"Go inside, we’re leaving!"
Indra said.
Sani looked hesitant and troubled as he said, "But my eyes have been cursed, and to dispel this curse, I need to undergo austere cultivation!"
"Foolish!"
"Are you planning to abandon your wife?"
"On your wedding day, for a husband to leave his wife, that’s an insult to her!"
"That strike was not heavy, she will wake up in a bit!"
"When she does, she might even go to Lady Master to complain; not just her, we’ll all go to Kailash, so why are you still talking about austere cultivation? Go and take care of your wife!"
Indra scolded.
At those words, Sani was briefly stunned.
The terrifying scene of Lady Master exercising her authority immediately arose in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine.
Hiss!
Sani took a deep breath and shuddered.
He pondered for a moment, his expression hesitant as if uncertain on what to do.
Hm?
Indra held the Vajra Pestle, slowly raising it.
"..."
Sani trembled all over.
On his cheek, he suddenly felt a burning pain and it seemed that the sound of thunder echoed through the air.
"..."
Sani immediately spoke.
"Right!"
"You’re absolutely right!"
As he spoke, Sani embraced his wife Manda and quickly walked towards the palace.
The Devas all sighed with relief.
Indra smiled contentedly, nodding his head with satisfaction.
Good!
How wonderful!
Under his kind persuasion, a couple reconciled and joined hands in joy.
Today, he had done another good deed!
"I’m really kind-hearted!"
Indra laughed to himself.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the king of wonder appeared like a shooting star, instantly descending and landing beside them.
"I just heard some noises here!"
The king of wonder muttered under his breath, peeking into the palace.
In an instant, he saw many broken items in the palace, as if it had been devastated by a tornado.
"What happened here!"
"My daughter, is she all right?"
The king of wonder exclaimed in alarm.
Indra’s face was full of smiles as he stepped forward, waving his hand. Although there had been many unexpected events, the outcome was still quite good.
"It’s nothing, everything is over now!"
"It’s just Sani and his antics, no need to worry!"
Indra laughed.
The king of wonder looked utterly shocked.
Hiss!
Such commotion!
Sani indeed lived up to his reputation as the son of the Sun God, truly extraordinary.
But still...
"What has happened to the Sun God?"
The king of wonder asked.
"He just felt unwell, he’ll be fine in a few days!"
Indra replied casually.
After speaking, he looked down at Surya and said, "Where are the twins? They seem to have left, let’s get Surya over to the twins’ place first!"
He was resolute in his heart!
After ensuring Surya was settled, he would go to the Milk Sea to meet Vishnu and inquire about that pink aura.
Swish, swish, swish!
Thinking so, the Devas started to fly off in different directions.
...
Elsewhere.
In the Mortal Realm, the city of Kashy.
Fragrant flowers filled the sky, clear waters covered the ground, women carrying water pots on their heads chuckled as they walked by; the sound of flutes playing reverberated all around.
Shiva and Parvati walked hand in hand through the streets.
Their steps were light.
Yet, the people around them could not see their figures.
"My dear husband!"
"The Mortal World is indeed beautiful, are you happy?"
Parvati’s face bloomed with a smile as she spoke softly.
A faint smile slowly stretched across Shiva’s lips.
"If you’re happy, then I’m happy!"
Shiva said with a smile.
As they looked into each other’s eyes, their gazes were like waves of autumn water, glimmering and uncertain.
Parvati’s eyes were filled with affection, love covered her cheeks as she leaned gently on Shiva’s shoulder.
They strolled leisurely through the street.
Suddenly, Parvati abruptly looked up.
Her ears twitched as she heard an incredibly familiar voice. Her gaze followed the sound, turning towards one side of the street.
"I hear a familiar voice!"
Parvati’s eyes lit up.
Like an excited girl, she picked up her skirt and hurried towards the front of the street, the clinking of her bracelets echoing in all directions.
The next moment, Parvati’s eyes brightened.
The person she anticipated was indeed there!
"Father!"
