The 10,001st Divorce: The Overbearing War God's Secretly Married Sinful Husband

"Ning'er, please, let us keep our child. The child is innocent!" A devastatingly beautiful man dressed in white knelt on the floor. Tears streamed down his exquisite cheeks, pooling into a little brook on the floor.

"Shut up! Ye Fan, I admit I'm somewhat infatuated with your body, but that's all." The red-robed War God's expression was cold and stern, her eyes holding three parts indifference, three parts mockery, three parts cruelty, and four parts nonchalance.

She bent down, pinched his jade-like chin, and threatened him in his ear. "Get rid of this child, and I'll still keep you by my side. Otherwise, don't ever expect me to get into your bed again!"

The white-robed man trembled violently. He bit his lip hard, pressing a hand against his lower abdomen. A trace of reluctance and pain flickered in his eyes before slowly turning into unwavering resolve, a sacred radiance suffusing his brow.

"I understand, Xiang Ning. I'll take this child and disappear from your sight."

With that, the white-robed man staggered to his feet. He cast one lingering glance at the red-robed War God's back, then left without a shred of mercy.

The red-robed War God clutched her chest. Damn it, why did seeing the tears in his eyes hurt so terribly, as though someone had gouged a piece out of my heart?

The sword cultivator with the rough voice finished reciting his proud masterpiece with tremendous feeling and dramatic flair.

Ning Xiang looked utterly devastated, unable to recover from the blow for a long time.

The thought of Lu Qingchen kneeling at her feet, sobbing uncontrollably, his lower abdomen bulging... sent a shudder of revulsion through her.

Master, I was wrong! As soon as I get back, I'll recall every published copy!

Having wounded her enemy by eight hundred only to suffer a thousand herself, Ning Xiang repented deeply.

Wen Maimai wiped the tears from her face. "What happened next? What happened next? Was Ye Fan and the War God's child born safely?"

Zhou Ruoxue clutched her heart, equally moved. "Boohoo, Ye Fan is so devoted."

Feng Xiaohan remained calm and restrained. "Having Ye Fan switch to calling the War God by her full name at the end was brilliant. It reflected how his heart had turned to dead ashes, as well as the awakening of his sense of self."

"I feel like the War God's emotions weren't rich enough. Was that really all the emotion in her eyes?"

Everyone chimed in with their opinions.

Seeing how much everyone loved his creation, the sword cultivator grew tremendously excited.

"Since you all approve, I'll post it on the Heaven-Question Stone later!"

Zhou Ruoxue raised both hands in agreement. "I'll help you draw illustrations!"

Their eyes met, with the unmistakable sense of kindred spirits appreciating each other.

Ning Xiang said, "Have any of you considered that distributing fanfiction without authorization from the original author, Lu Iceberg You Big Bastard, constitutes infringement of the original author's copyright?"

Nobody paid her any attention.

The sword cultivator asked eagerly, "Does anyone have a suitable title?"

Wen Maimai spoke first. "Ninety-Nine Babies in One Pregnancy: War God, Chase Your Husband Before It's Too Late!"

"The Wild Little Poison Husband: The Overbearing War God's Most Cherished Darling."

"..."

Finally, after their discussion, the title of the sword cultivator's new work was settled-

"The 10,001st Divorce: The Overbearing War God's Secretly Married Sinful Husband."

Ning Xiang nearly lost her mind. At last, she understood Lu Qingchen's anger and helplessness.

She gave Yu Tingchao's hair a vicious tug, making him howl in pain.

Boohoo, every last one of you here is going into my novels! None of you will escape!

If Master finds out, he'll definitely kill me, right? Is it still too late for me to betray my sect?

Ning Xiang's gaze fell on the Earth-Fiend Demon Lion and the Kui Ox nearby...

I could kill them all and pin it on these two stupid creatures, couldn't I?

She acted on the thought immediately, rising with the Azure Sea Sword in hand to silence the witnesses forever.

"Junior Sister, calm down!"

Su Lang hurriedly spoke up to stop her.

Boohoo. Ning Xiang buried her face in Su Lang's shoulder. What kind of mess was this?

Su Lang froze briefly, then raised a hand and gently stroked her soft, long hair, smoothing her ruffled fur.

Soon, Ning Xiang figured out how to deal with these people!

She set up a hot pot and a barbecue grill, cooking hot pot ingredients and munching skewers right in front of everyone.

"Oh dear, what a dilemma. There's so much delicious food, and Senior Brother and I couldn't possibly finish it all."

"Grrrrr-" Everyone's stomach rumbled thunderously.

Wen Maimai swallowed and sidled over. "Sister Xiangxiang, I want some too."

At that moment, Wen Maimai was the person Ning Xiang least wanted to see. She sneered. "Didn't I give you dumplings before we entered the secret realm? Go cook them yourself!"

Yu Tingchao laughed mercilessly from the side. "Hahaha, I'm Senior Sister's most beloved junior brother!"

"You can go away too!" Ning Xiang shot him a sidelong glance.

Hmph, serves you right for bringing that annoying sword cultivator! No food for you!

Ning Xiang propped her chin in her hands and watched her eldest senior brother eat hot pot.

Su Lang couldn't handle very spicy food. His lips were vividly red, fine beads of sweat dotted his white-jade temples, and beneath raven-black hair and a finely sculpted nose, his quiet, dark eyes seemed veiled in mountain mist.

Tasting delicacies he had never tried before, Su Lang wore a serious expression that also seemed a little childlike.

Had Xie Feihong been there, he would probably have started squawking again: "Heavens! Is this really our elegant, jade-like eldest senior brother?"

At the thought, Ning Xiang couldn't help smiling.

Senior Brother really is a feast for the eyes. What a lovely sight. If only I could keep looking at him forever.

The ever-composed Su Lang's hand shook. His beef ball rolled into the dipping dish, splashing sauce all over his face and clothes.

Su Lang blinked, looking rather at a loss.

Ning Xiang let out a giggle and lifted her delicate hand. Spiritual energy brushed across Su Lang's cheeks like a balmy March breeze, sweeping away the sauce on his face and clothes.

Despite the lack of physical contact, Su Lang felt as though his junior sister had touched his face.

His cheeks warmed slightly.

Ning Xiang marveled, Is Senior Brother really this innocent? He actually got embarrassed, haha!

Knowing how thin-skinned Su Lang was, she couldn't very well tease him, which left her rather disappointed.

The cultivators who had been unbearably hungry from the aroma wondered, Why do we feel full now?

Through the rising steam, Wen Maimai slurped dumplings while watching Ning Xiang tease Su Lang. What a show.

Once everyone had settled down to rest, the four Core Formation cultivators gathered together.

Su Lang said, "Something is very strange about Thousand Calamities Valley. I discovered that I can't contact the martial uncle outside."

Mu Jianying nodded as well.

The trial in Thousand Calamities Valley took place once every ten years, intended to temper the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples of the Five Great Sects. Hardship was guaranteed, but their lives should never have been in danger.

Every sign indicated that this trip to Thousand Calamities Valley was far from ordinary.

If the tremendous increase in the valley's demonic beasts' cultivation was connected to the Heaven-Splitting Python that had perished here, why had they lost contact with the Nascent Soul Cultivators outside?

Nascent Soul Cultivators could not enter Thousand Calamities Valley. In the past, if danger arose within the valley, the cultivators inside the secret realm could send a message outside, and the Nascent Soul Cultivators there would activate the teleportation array to bring them out.

Fu Yunsheng tilted his flirtatious phoenix eyes upward. "What's there to fear? Don't we have Fellow Daoist Ning here? She subdues Third-Tier Demonic Beasts as easily as chopping radishes. What difficulty could possibly stop her?"

His words were laden with barbs, and Ning Xiang couldn't be bothered to respond.

Mu Jianying knew this stemmed from the longstanding feud between the Profound Heaven Sect and the Beast Taming Sect. As an outsider, he was in no position to comment, so he changed the subject. "For now, we need to find the other three teams and join up with them before deciding on a long-term plan."