There Are Still Ten Gifts Left to Give. Can Tang San Make It to the Wedding?

Just as Hu Liena placed her palm on the array pattern, chanting rang out Cultivation Room.

"The eighth layer of the Celestial Master Betrothal Gift - the Heaven-Gathering Bag!"

Her fingers stopped.

here we go again.

As soon as those three words were uttered, the array patterns that had just lit up trembled slightly, as if their pulse had been suppressed by that voice from beyond the heavens.

Hu Liena looked up, her seven fox tails slowly unfurling behind her, a complex glint in her purple-gold fox eyes.

The eighth level.

The first seven levels have already turned the entire continent upside down.

Tang San's Fate-Suppressing Cauldron was crushed by the Suppressing Fortune Cauldron, his luck collapsed, the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant whipped him every day, Void-Illuminating Mirror exposed his and the Asura God's ugly behavior to the world.

Now comes the eighth level.

She really wanted to ask Shen Yichen a question.

How much more stuff are you still holding back?

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, her ears started to feel hot.

Why ask?

Asking makes it seem like you're really looking forward to it.

Ye Lingling was standing to the side collecting teacups when she heard the chanting, and the lid of her cup almost knocked off onto the table.

"Miss Hu Liena!"

Her eyes lit up immediately.

"The eighth level! The Celestial Master has sent betrothal gifts again!"

Hu Liena glanced at her.

"I heard it."

Ye Lingling immediately shut her mouth, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

She is genuinely happy for Hu Liena now.

With each additional betrothal gift, Hu Liena's fortunes improved, while Tang San's worsened.

More importantly, every time the Heavenly Sanskrit Sound resounded, it was as if they were announcing to the entire continent—this is the Celestial Master Master's Dao Companion; who dares to touch her?

Who wouldn't envy this kind of protectiveness?

Hu Liena stood up.

"Let's go take a look."

She spoke calmly, but her pace quickened noticeably.

Ye Lingling saw through it but didn't say anything, obediently following behind.

The Pope Palace was already packed with people.

Bibi Dong stood at the very front, followed by Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and several elders.

Xie Yue also rushed over, his face tense, but his gaze kept sweeping over Hu Liena.

Ever since Hu Liena reached level 99, her brother has been unsure how to face his sister.

Of course I'm happy.

That's really outrageous.

Three months ago, he could confidently say that he was the older brother and would protect Nana.

What about now?

Nana swept her fox tail over, and he might be pulled into the wall along with his Martial Soul.

This is heartbreaking to think about.

"Nana."

Xie Yue called out in a low voice.

Hu Liena nodded.

"Elder brother."

Xie Yue looked at the faintly visible Seven Tails phantom behind her, his lips twitched, and in the end he could only utter a single sentence.

"Be careful."

Hu Liena almost burst out laughing.

She knew what Xie Yue wanted to say.

Don't let power go to your head, don't be overly flattered by the dowry, and don't forget who you originally were.

But she wasn't so easily swayed.

The more things Shen Yichen sent, the more lucid she became.

Because these dowry gifts weren't meant for her to hide in the background and enjoy a life of luxury.

It's about pushing her to a higher position.

If she loses her footing, not only will she be embarrassed, but Shen Yichen will be too.

"I know."

Hu Liena replied softly.

Upon Bibi Dong's tense expression eased slightly.

Her biggest fear was that Hu Liena would lose her composure from being bombarded with these treasures.

But now it seems that Nana was more stable than she thought.

He also seems more like someone who can truly stand by Shen Yichen's side.

Above the sky, the clouds were suddenly parted by a soft golden light.

It lacked the heavy oppression of the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron falling, and the chilling sensation of the Void-Illuminating Mirror unfolding, which felt as if it were peeling away one's skin.

This time, it was very quiet.

A gray cloth bag drifted slowly down from the clouds.

It even looks rather ordinary.

The bag is grayish-brown, with its opening tied with gold thread and embroidered with simple, antique cloud patterns.

If it hadn't fallen from the sky, anyone who saw it at first glance would have thought it was just a bag that a hermit in the mountains casually carried around to collect odds and ends.

Some people in the square were stunned.

"This is the eighth betrothal gift?"

"A bag?"

"Shh! Are you out of your mind? What the Celestial Master sent out could never be just an ordinary bag!"

The man immediately shrank back, not daring to say another word.

We've learned enough lessons from the past few times.

The Primordial Pearl didn't look very big, but it revealed the foundation of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

The Fortune-Swallowing Pendant was just a jade pendant, yet it rendered Tang San's divine position unstable.

Not to mention the Void-Illuminating Mirror, a single mirror that tore Tang San and the Asura God's faces to shreds.

Does this bag look ordinary now?

The more ordinary it is, the scarier it is.

Hu Liena looked up at it, her palms slightly warm.

She could sense that it was coming for her.

It's not an attack.

It wasn't oppression either.

It was more like a quiet little world, slowly unfolding in the sky, just waiting for her to reach out and catch it.

The chanting continued.

Congratulations on the Celestial Master Grand Wedding!

Upon hearing those words, Hu Liena felt a surge of warmth in her chest.

I've heard it seven times already.

But every time she hears the words "Celestial Master Grand Wedding," she still feels a moment of unease.

I used to disagree.

I dare not think about it too much now.

Every time I think about it, I recall Shen Yichen's lazy and indifferent face, how he casually flicked his finger to kill Ma Hongjun, and how he made Gu Yuena swear an oath in the name of the Dragon God to protect her.

If such a person were to stand before her and say, "Come back to the Taixu Temple with me," would she still be able to refuse with the same cold expression as before?

Hu Liena did not want to answer.

Because the answer is already a bit dangerous.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures once again resounded throughout Spirit City.

"This bag is a small world of its own, capable of holding everything, nothing is left untold."

The square fell silent for a moment.

The elders' breathing became erratic the next moment.

A world of its own?

Can contain everything?

What does this mean?

Ordinary Storage Soul Tool are already incredibly precious, and their space is limited, so they cannot store living things or withstand strong Soul Power impacts.

But judging from the meaning of the Sanskrit chant, this Heaven-Gathering Bag is far superior to any Storage Soul Tool.

A small world.

These four words are too heavy.

So much so that even Bibi Dong's eyes changed.

She had come into contact with the Rakshasa Divine Power and knew that the methods of gods far surpassed those of mortals. However, even in the Divine Realm, not just any god could produce such a spatial treasure.

Shen Yichen, however, gave it as a betrothal gift.

The eighth level.

Only the eighth level.

Bibi Dong suddenly realized that her previous judgment of the title "Celestial Master of Taixu" was still too low.

The chanting of Sanskrit texts continued.

"With each opening and closing of the bag, it can absorb and release the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nourishing the wearer."

Ye Lingling took a soft breath.

"It can even exhale spiritual energy on its own?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Hu Liena, her eyes shining brightly.

"Miss Hu Liena, does that mean you'll be carrying a cultivation cave with you wherever you go from now on?"

Hu Liena was also taken aback for a moment.

A portable cultivation cave.

This statement is crude, but quite accurate.

What does she lack most right now?

It's not talent, not foundation, and not treasure.

It's time.

When Tang San is pushed to the brink, he will never obediently wait for death.

Although the Divine Realm dares not touch Shen Yichen for the time being, who knows if they might try to take action elsewhere?

She needs to break through to the Limit Douluo as soon as possible, and even try to reach the God level.

If the Heaven-Gathering Bag could absorb and release spiritual energy at any time, it would allow her to further accelerate her cultivation speed.

This isn't something to show off.

It was Shen Yichen telling her, "Don't worry, I'll continue to pave the way for you."

Hu Liena's fingers tightened slightly.

He's always like that.

They don't say nice things, nor do they explain why.

The items were delivered directly to her.

Do you want it?

Should we use it?

It all depends on her.

This method is too domineering and leaves people nowhere to hide.

The last phrase of the Sanskrit chant faded away.

"It can absorb enemy attacks and transform them into pure spiritual energy to nourish itself."

Boom!

The square was completely overwhelmed.

"Absorb attack?!"

"It can even be converted into spiritual energy to nourish the body?"

"So, from now on, whoever attacks Her Saintess Hall is just giving her Soul Power, right?"

"How can we fight like this? The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron suppresses the luck, the Tribulation-Avoiding Garment blocks disaster, the Mountain Suppressing... no, the Mountain-Suppressing Shield hasn't even arrived yet, and this Heaven-Gathering Bag can already swallow attacks?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's lips twitched.

"Old Ghost, I suddenly feel a little sorry for Tang San."

Ghost Douluo glanced at him.

"You sympathize with him?"

Yue Guan immediately sneered.

"I feel sorry for him, why isn't he dead yet?"

Ghost Douluo nodded.

"That's true."

The elders around him felt their eyelids twitch, but no one refuted them.

After the Void-Illuminating Mirror, Tang San's reputation was completely ruined.

Adding to the matter of Ma Hongjun, the so-called halo of justice surrounding the Shrek Seven Devils has long been shattered beyond repair.

Now, everyone in the Spirit Hall has only one thought when they talk about Tang San.

How come he's still alive?

Bibi Dong watched as the Heaven-Gathering Bag slowly descended from the sky, and finally spoke.

"Just how many treasures does Shen Yichen still possess?"

This statement is not a question.

It's an exclamation.

She was once Pope, had seen countless treasures, and had come into contact with the legacy of the Rakshasa God.

But every single thing Shen Yichen gave her felt like it shattered her past beliefs.

This is the eighth item.

It can get even more outrageous.

Ye Lingling, standing to the side, straightened her back a bit upon hearing this.

She's now a member of the Taixu Temple, and she speaks of Shen Yichen with more pride than she speaks of herself.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, this is only the eighth level."

She blinked, a hint of barely concealed smugness in her voice.

"There are ten more levels to go!"

Bibi Dong was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

"Yes, there are ten more levels."

She shook her head.

It's so shocking that there's barely time to react.