Won't Let You Go Even as a Ghost (Seeking Subscriptions)

"A demon?"

Lu Chuan raised his head and looked toward the south courtyard, his expression turning cold in an instant.

Over the past half year, Nuwa had brought down demonic calamities within Yin Shang. Now, with Di Xin's passing, those demonic calamities were gradually receding as well, but many demons still lingered in the mortal world.

That was the information he had received.

Only, he had not expected that today, in this National Preceptor's Mansion, some fiends would actually barge in on his great day of rejoicing—and even make their way into the bridal chamber in his rear courtyard.

His mood instantly turned extremely displeased.

Lu Chuan's figure moved, and he had already slipped free from among the crowd with an afterimage, flying swiftly toward the south courtyard.

"Go!" Nezha, Yang Jian, Yuan Hong, and the others exchanged a glance, then followed after him.

Ao Bing and Nezha did not quite get along, but now was not the time to fuss over that, so he quickly followed as well.

By now the sky was already at dusk, but within the south courtyard, waves of Demon Sound and divine light howled, along with the sounds of several people fighting and the clashing of metal.

Boom!

The main gate to the south courtyard, which should have been wide open, was tightly shut—but at this moment, it burst into pieces, splinters flying everywhere, and Lu Chuan appeared at the entrance with an icy expression.

Looking into the courtyard, he saw three figures flipping and darting as they battled together, all of them women. One was Longji, dressed in wedding robes, her expression equally cold; the other two women wore maidservant clothing, and their appearances were completely unfamiliar to Lu Chuan.

He saw Longji holding a divine sword whose hilt was shaped like flying