I Only Marry Widows

With a loud bang, the door of the Taoist Scripture Tower was violently pushed open, producing a thunderous noise.

Qi Zhiyuan's brows furrowed immediately, casting his gaze towards the doorway, yet in the next moment his expression changed dramatically.

"Senior, senior brother... please help me quickly!" Chu Zhihe's lips were smeared with blood, on her way here she had fiercely bitten open the wound on her tongue again, causing the blood to flow out incessantly.

Her face turned incredibly pale, and she staggered, barely taking two steps after entering the door before she collapsed onto the ground.

"Junior sister!"

Qi Zhiyuan, seeing her appearance, knew something had gone wrong. He suddenly flicked a red string from his hand, using it to lift her body and swiftly headed towards the quiet room.

The open door closed with a bang, without any wind.

Once they entered the secret room, Qi Zhiyuan placed her on the ice bed made from Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade. Over the years, he had pondered upon the laws of marriage based on certain remnants obtained from the Bright Moon Temple and his own fortuitous encounters.

During his contemplation, he often triggered counter-reactions, thus becoming overwhelmed by uncontrollable desires, which is why he paid a huge price to craft this ice bed made from Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade.

This object could calm the mind and spirit, eliminate heart demons, freeze injuries, and slow down the loss of vitality, truly a precious treasure.

Qi Zhiyuan couldn't have comprehended the Moon Examination Rope spell without the indispensable treasure of the Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade Ice Bed.

At this moment, after placing Chu Zhihe on the ice bed, her complexion became increasingly painful, with a beam of red light of marriage even emerging three inches above her head, causing his expression to turn increasingly stern.

"Good, good, very good!"

"Yi Mingshu, this must be your doing, no one but you could simultaneously sever my Matchmaker's Rope and cause such a terrible counter-reaction to my junior sister."

A fiercely sharp aura emanated from him, his white hair wildly dancing, his robe bulging as if with wind, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

Currently, few in the Sect knew that Qi Zhiyuan and Chu Zhihe had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.

Since he was very young, he liked this little junior sister of his, and Chu Zhihe was also very fond of him. He originally thought that as they grew older, they would naturally end up together.

Yet Qi Zhiyuan could never have imagined that merely during an expedition, Chu Zhihe would fall for Zhang Zhijing, and even had a child...

At that time, Qi Zhiyuan, who had already become the True Inheritance of the Tao Vein, turned gray overnight.

All these years he had painstakingly studied marriage-type spells, wanting to do something, purposing something, even he himself wasn't clear.

Watching Chu Zhihe suffer from the magic's backlash at this moment, with the three inches of red light emerging above her head, the anger and killing intent inside him blazed like an uncontrollable fire.

"If comparing cultivation and magic, I naturally am not a match for you, Yi Mingshu, but wanting to compete with me on the path of marriage… heh, you are simply not worthy!"

He flipped onto the Cold Jade Bed, sitting cross-legged opposite Chu Zhihe, both hands simultaneously flicking out a red string. This red string emitted a faint red glow, which, the moment it appeared, directly wrapped around Chu Zhihe's hands and feet, even locking her throat.

Qi Zhiyuan took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. Mana circulated within him, pushing his self-created spell, the Matchmaker's Rope, to the extreme, to suppress the power of marriage inside Chu Zhihe.

As time passed, a layer of white mist gradually formed above his head, a phenomenon caused by his mana being overly consumed, his body's energy and blood surging, akin to a steaming furnace.

But Chu Zhihe's situation worsened instead of improving, falling into a more dangerous state. The red light of marriage emitted by Qi Zhiyuan's Matchmaker's Rope failed to suppress the backlash inside Chu Zhihe, instead being subtly devoured by more power of marriage.

Qi Zhiyuan hadn't noticed at first, but by the time he did, it was entirely too late.

The originally rope-like power of marriage entangling Chu Zhihe's Primordial Spirit, upon absorbing the power of marriage from the Matchmaker's Rope, bloomed into an incredibly bright crimson light, then directly penetrated into Chu Zhihe's Primordial Spirit.

Chu Zhihe grunted, her Primordial Spirit could no longer maintain the form of the Bright Moon, dissipating into a hazy human figure with the radiance of the Bright Moon behind it.

At this time, however, the brilliance emitted by the moon behind her was tinged with a faint red glow.

"Junior sister!" Qi Zhiyuan was shocked and changed colors, filled with both astonishment and anger, as well as unspeakable regret.

"Blame me, blame me for everything..."

As he was blaming himself, Chu Zhihe slowly opened her eyes, her gaze calm, showing no indication of anything amiss, even the three inches of marriage red light above her head gradually dispersing.

"Junior sister, are you okay? How are you really?" Qi Zhiyuan asked anxiously.

Chu Zhihe smiled slightly, speaking with a hoarse voice, "Senior brother, I'm fine, don't worry!"

As she spoke, she operated the mana inside her body, directly breaking free from the Matchmaker's Red String binding her, then nourishing the wound on the tip of her tongue, allowing it to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing her in this state, instead of feeling relieved, Qi Zhiyuan's heart sank to the bottom of a valley.

"Junior, junior sister..."

He didn't know what consequences this backlash would have, but the power of marriage in Chu Zhihe's Primordial Spirit had clearly already embedded itself deep inside, only causing a more dreadful influence.