To Marry, or Not to Marry?

"Ha ha ha!"

The wild laughter of Lin Qi's group echoed through the imperial city's streets. Tens of thousands of noble scions fled in disarray with their guards, while Lin Qi led a pack of subordinates in hot pursuit. One noble young master after another was knocked to the ground, and Alda and Bilibili swiftly stripped every last valuable from their bodies.

With Barrel's brutal handiwork added to the mix, wherever these three fierce bandits from the Black Abyss Divine Prison passed, those noble young masters were left with nothing but a set of intact underclothes—some even had pearl and jade buttons sewn onto their underwear, and those garments were torn to tatters as well, exposing broad swathes of pale flesh.

Even worse, large groups of imperial guards were advancing slowly through the city, carrying repeating crossbows and arranged in dense square formations as they made their way down the avenue before the imperial city. They did not attack. They merely drove the panicked noble young masters farther away. The formations of tens of thousands of guards were watertight and impenetrable, and their grave killing intent frightened those noble young masters, who had seen little hardship, out of their wits. They wailed even more heartbreakingly, leading their many guards in a blind, headless flight.

Lin Qi was nearly mad with joy. In the brief span of one tea's time, he had seized more than three thousand holy artifacts!

The Blood Qin Empire was astonishingly wealthy. Only Saint-realm experts could fully unleash the immense power of holy artifacts, yet every one of these noble young masters carried one. It was plain to see just how profound the Blood Qin Empire's national strength and reserves were. Osmanthus Tree was already twisting about excitedly within Lin Qi's sea of qi. After devouring over