Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1499: Chapter 1369: The Martial Sect’s Wuqing

Jin Qingcheng sat quietly beside the vanity mirror, staring at her reflection, somewhat lost in thought.

She wanted to recall her memories, but she just couldn’t remember anything.

Involuntarily, Jin Qingcheng asked the maids waiting by her side: "Xiao Jin, have Mo Li and I known each other since childhood?"

Mo Li is precisely the Demon Spring Saint Son.

"Yes, Miss, you and the Saint Son have been childhood sweethearts; you are human and were adopted by the Third Elder and have lived in the Demon Spring Clan since you were young. Many in our Demon Spring Clan bullied you, but the Saint Son always protected you. Gradually, you became a tag-along by his side."

Xiao Jin said, her face filled with smiles and envy: "Miss, your relationship with the Saint Son was really, really good. Before you lost your memory, you couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning him."

"But why do I feel that Mo Li is a stranger to me?"

Jin Qingcheng murmured to herself. This was how she truly felt deep inside.

And precisely because of this, whenever Mo Li came to find her, inviting her for walks, meals, and so on over the past few days, she rejected them all.

Inexplicably, deep inside, she felt a resistance to being near Mo Li.

"You’ve lost your memory, so of course, it’s normal to feel that way. But the Saint Son loves you deeply, and once you marry him, your feelings for each other will gradually develop again. Perhaps you’ll slowly regain your past memories," Xiao Jin added, her face again full of envy.

Jin Qingcheng said nothing more. And at this moment.

In another pavilion of the Demon Spring Clan.

A handsome young man was in cultivation.

However, he was not focused on his cultivation, seeming rather excited and uneasy.

"Qingcheng, you’re finally going to become my wife!"

This person was Mo Li, the Demon Spring Saint Son, a horrifying genius who became a Great Emperor before the age of a hundred thousand, with deep, dark eyes full of dominance and cunning, but at this moment, they were filled with anticipation.

He could hardly wait any longer.

After Jin Qingcheng’s memory was sealed, he pleaded with the entire Demon Spring Clan to construct a world of lies for her.

Mo Li thought that by possessing Jin Qingcheng first and slowly developing feelings, even if someday she regained her memories, she would have no choice but to accept her fate, right?

These past few days, he repeatedly went to see Jin Qingcheng, wanting to foster a relationship and even thinking of finding a chance to possess and gain her.

Unfortunately, since losing her memory, Jin Qingcheng has been reluctant to leave the pavilion.

His invitations for walks, cultivation, meals, etc., were all declined.

So much so that since Jin Qingcheng’s memory loss, he hasn’t even seen her face.

Fortunately, Mo Li had enough determination and patience, and he again pleaded with the maids around Jin Qingcheng to speak well of him and brainwash her.

The effect was still acceptable.

Just a few days ago, under the pressure of his father and several elders, Jin Qingcheng, in a daze, agreed to marry him.

After all, she was just an amnesiac girl, easy to deceive, especially with the entire Demon Spring Clan’s assistance in constructing lies for her.

Childhood sweethearts or whatever!

Parental orders or whatever!

And so on...

Anyway, in a daze, under the pressure, expectations, pleas, and persuasion of everyone in the Demon Spring Clan while amnesiac, didn’t Jin Qingcheng agree to marry him?

Oh, and there was also a big move—the Fate Priestess personally told Jin Qingcheng: To recover your past memories, marry Mo Li. You had the best relationship and experiences with him before you lost your memory. Marrying him and being with him will help you recall the bits and pieces of the past and aid you in recovering your memories.

"Tomorrow, after the wedding, Qingcheng, you will be my lawfully wedded wife. Then, I will possess and gain you!" Mo Li took a deep breath, heart burning with excitement.

These days, he could only see Jin Qingcheng but couldn’t touch her, not even a slight opportunity—even close encounters or saying a few words were impossible, painfully tormenting him.

Thankfully, everything will change after tomorrow.

The first time he saw Jin Qingcheng, he vowed to marry her; she was so beautiful!!!!

More beautiful than a fairy by ten thousand times.

"Hehe..."

Mo Li laughed smugly, eager for tomorrow to come.

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Chang Civilization.

Small Thousand World.

Martial Sect.

Ji Qinghe stated her purpose clearly, looking respectfully and pleadingly at Wu Bubai and other high-level figures of the Martial Sect in front of her.

"Miss Ji, did you know that Ye Tian is dead?" Wu Bubai’s aged face was filled with a profound expression, one of sighing, regret, and complexity.

Ji Qinghe remained silent but bit her lips tightly.

"Miss Ji, Ye Tian was an extraordinary genius, favored by me and the entire Martial Sect. Our friendship with War Abyss was essentially built on our relationship with Ye Tian."

Wu Bubai continued: "But now, Ye Tian is dead!!! If Ye Tian were alive, I would lead everyone in the Martial Sect to live or die with War Abyss! Even if nine-tenths or nine-and-a-half-tenths of the Martial Sect perished, I would be willing. Because as long as Ye Tian lived, one day when he rose fully, so too would the Martial Sect. But now, Ye Tian is dead!"

Ye Tian is already dead.

The Martial Sect has given so much.

What more can be done?

No other rewards could come.

Indeed, Wu Bubai himself highly regarded Ye Tian and had a good relationship with him.

He regarded Ye Tian as a very dear junior.