My Wife is A Sword God - Chapter 788: You Must Come Back, I'll Wait for You to Marry...

Anya didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stared at Qin Feng with a complicated expression.

“Where are you going?”

Qin Feng was momentarily taken aback by her question, then he smiled and replied, “It’s been too long since I’ve been to Peaceful Academy. Senior Fei Xun has been complaining to me quite a bit. If I don’t make a trip there soon, he might just twist my head off.”

His words were no different from what he said to his family. He was worried that if Anya and others were to go to the Qin Residence, inconsistencies in his story might give away his true intentions.

In theory, this excuse was flawless, but Qin Feng never expected Anya’s response. She looked at him with red-rimmed eyes and lightly scolded, “You’re lying!”

Qin Feng pretended to remain calm. “Why would you say that?”

Anya’s expression was complicated as she slowly said, “Don’t forget, I’m also from the Literature Saint Dao Lineage.”

“I can practice Divination, although I may not be as skilled as you, I can still glimpse into the future.”

“You’re not going to Peaceful Academy at all. You’re going to Jinyang City in the Southern Domain, to pass through the crack and enter the Netherworld, am I right?”

Qin Feng couldn’t help but sigh.

No wonder she hurriedly rushed over, no wonder she was so sure he was lying. It turned out to be for this reason.

He glanced at the Qin Residence, then, to prevent his two wives from overhearing, he took Anya’s hand and headed towards the alleys.

Anya originally wanted to break free, but Qin Feng’s grip was too tight, so she could only purse her lips and silently follow.

In an empty alley, Qin Feng spoke earnestly, “It’s not my intention to hide this from you.”

“It’s just that I don’t know when I’ll be back from this journey. I don’t want you to worry about me. And if you happen to go to the Qin Residence, I hope you’ll help me keep this secret.”

Anya refused, “Impossible! I already learned about the matter concerning Jinyang City from my royal brother.”

“Early this morning, spies from the Prison Department came to report that the Netherworld is launching a massive invasion. It’s a precarious situation.”

“At this time, if you go to the Netherworld, is it any different from seeking death? I must tell my two elder sisters to stop you.”

Seeing this, Qin Feng could only explain the whole story truthfully.

And when Anya heard about Father Qin’s plight, her face became extremely grim. “To think it would be like this.”

“This trip to the Netherworld is not only to try to solve the source of the chaos between life and death but also to try to save my father. I have to go.”

“I know you’re worried about my safety, which is why I didn’t want to tell anyone else about this, but I have to do it. And you can rest assured, I know quite a few people in the Netherworld, coupled with the safeguards my teacher has given me, I have more than enough means to protect myself.”

Qin Feng chose to tell Anya the truth because he understood her personality, unlike his other wives, who were more stubborn and impulsive.

If it were Jianli and Feilan, they would never let him go alone.

Moreover, he wouldn’t be able to return from the Netherworld in a short time, so it would be convenient for Anya to help cover for him and prevent his family from worrying.

Anya had the words to stop him on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say them.

Upon hearing this, Anya was about to dissuade him, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.

As a princess of the nation, having been exposed to such matters since childhood under her royal father’s guidance, she could discern the urgency of the situation. This wasn’t just about Qin Feng’s father’s life and death, but also the safety of this realm.

However, even for the most rational woman, emotions often triumph when it comes to their beloved. A thought suddenly crossed Anya’s mind—she only cared about Qin Feng’s wellbeing, nothing else mattered to her now.

“No, I still have to…”

Her words trailed off abruptly. She stared at Qin Feng in disbelief, watching as his face slowly pulled away from hers, her lips seeming to still carry the lingering warmth of that moment.

Qin Feng gently caressed Anya’s cheek and said softly, “I will return, trust me, alright?”

A whirlwind of emotions surged through Anya’s heart, but finally, she pursed her lips and let out a breath, “You must come back, I’ll be waiting to marry you.”

Qin Feng hurriedly cut her off, “Let’s talk about that after I return.”

Making such promises before a great battle was akin to seeking death.

After a few solemn words, Qin Feng took out the jade pendant that formed a spatial rift. As his spiritual energy flowed into it, ripples appeared on the surface like a lake, revealing the scene of Jinyang City.

The great battle had already begun, thunderous roars shook the heavens, and the carnage was extreme!

Qin Feng’s expression was grave. He stepped into the rift, and his figure completely vanished from the spot.

Anya reached out, trying to grasp something, but her hands closed on empty air.

She murmured, “You must return.”

On the other side, on a secluded rooftop, Cang Feilan’s expression was unsightly. “Sister Jianli, so it’s true as you said, our husband was hiding something from us. But why didn’t you let me stop him?”

“Don’t you understand your husband’s character?” Liu Jianli’s red lips parted slightly.

Upon hearing this, Cang Feilan wanted to say something but held back.

Qin Feng had always felt that Jianli and Feilan were both stubborn by nature, but wasn’t he the same?

Once he had made up his mind, no one could dissuade him.

“Then what should we do next? Are we really just going to wait here?” Cang Feilan asked curiously.

Liu Jianli looked towards the southern direction of Jinyang City and said indifferently, “It’s also time for me to step into the Second Realm.”

For a warrior, what could be more direct than battling to temper oneself?

Although the Netherworld’s invasion was covert, thanks to Li Yang’s early warning, the martial forces of the Southern Domain had secretly gathered here overnight.

So when Qi Kang led a group of demonic generals and saw the presence of so many high-realm experts, his expression became extremely grim.

These high-realm experts were the warriors of the Southern Domain, the Demon Slaying Department, and the Sword Dao Alliance!

The great battle began the moment Qi Kang clashed with the Sword Ghost. Demonic Qi tore through the heavens, colliding with the sword aura and causing the world to tremble.

In the blink of an eye, an area spanning a thousand miles turned into a battlefield.

When Qin Feng arrived through the spatial rift, Jinyang City was shrouded in dense white mist, and the area outside the city walls was in ruins.

He knew that this must be Master Baili’s Immortal Technique, “Seeing Flowers in the Mist,” protecting the ordinary people of the city.

He had barely landed when footsteps approached from behind – it seemed Old Man Baili had been waiting for some time.

“Are you all prepared?” Old Man Baili asked.

“Prepared,” Qin Feng nodded.

“Good, then allow this master to send you on your way.”

With those words, Old Man Baili waved his wide sleeve, and a stream of pure spiritual energy enveloped Qin Feng. Faster than a bolt of lightning, it sent him hurtling into the rift between the Netherworld and this realm.

Amidst the raging battle, Qi Kang caught a glimpse of a streak of light tearing across the sky. He violently shoved aside the warriors around him and roared, “Something has entered the Netherworld! Quickly inform Lord Shentu to prevent any unexpected disruption to the plan!”

“You dare get distracted while fighting me? Seeking death?” A cold voice rang out as a sword aura sliced through space towards Qi Kang’s head, ignoring all obstructions.

He didn’t dare be negligent and hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Meanwhile, Commander Nan Tianlong did not appear on the Jinyang City battlefield, but kept watch outside the Southern Domain’s borders as instructed by the Heavenly Tower’s National Teacher.

He gazed at the roiling black miasma growing increasingly turbulent, and his brows furrowed with concern.