After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 1030: Afterword

The sixteenth year after the recession of Spiritual Energy.

Apart from the first seven years, the battles between the Immortal Court and the Heavenly Court gradually shrank in scope.

Only true powerhouses would ascend to fight in the sky.

But it didn’t affect the ground.

After Cangmu Sect rested, they immediately began clearing out surrounding forces.

Anyone colluding with the Heavenly Court or threatening this land would become their targets.

Like the Nether Sea Clan, or the Witch Clan deep within the earth.

After several Peak Masters went, everything calmed down.

The Witch Clan even agreed to join the Immortal Court.

But there would always be people secretly plotting something.

The Heavenly Court employed many tactics as well.

Cangmu Sect was actually very short-handed.

And the Outer Peak didn’t need to venture out and fight; their task was single-minded.

To do business.

To sell spirit wood.

Pang Wen, who handled the after-sales, hadn’t received a task in a long time.

His main focus was on the First Institute.

After the leaders returned two years ago, their workload decreased even further.

And the prisoners detained initially didn’t want to leave.

The person from the Nether Sea Clan clung to the cell bars, begging him not to let him out.

If he went out, he would surely die.

Pang Wen felt helpless.

Because the leader never intervened, he let it slide.

"Senior Brother, are you dealing with something?" Shu Ci approached with a smile.

Today, Shu Ci’s eyes were vibrant and full of laughter, and Pang Wen was curious: "Junior Sister, do you have something to be happy about?"

Shu Ci sat down and said: "I saw a Magic Robe in Qingmu City. Would you like to come with me and try it?"

Pang Wen hesitated for a moment.

Shu Ci continued: "Otherwise, it might be too loose, and if you pull it like this—"

As she spoke, Shu Ci tugged at her garment.

Upon seeing this, Pang Wen immediately stopped her: "Junior Sister, stop."

Shu Ci looked at him with bright eyes.

"I’ll go with you," Pang Wen immediately said. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Hearing this, Shu Ci’s smile blossomed like a flower.

"What are you handling, Senior Brother?" she asked.

"It’s someone named Xiao Qin wanting to see her mother. Once I approve it, it’s done," Pang Wen said.

Shu Ci was curious: "Who?"

"Seems to be the Alchemy Child of the leader’s wife," Pang Wen also found it odd, but he didn’t refuse and decided to approve it.

In the evening.

After finishing with their tasks, the two headed to Qingmu City.

In the Magic Robe shop.

Pang Wen blushed, instinctively wanting to avoid looking at her: "Junior Sister, isn’t it a bit too revealing?"

Originally, Shu Ci’s front was strikingly noticeable.

If she wore something tight, it would be even more pronounced.

And now, it was even slightly lower.

Though veiled with a light layer, it still attracted attention.

"Doesn’t it look good?" Shu Ci leaned in and asked.

Seeing this, Pang Wen instinctively took two steps back and readily said: "Junior Sister, you should change."

Then Shu Ci tried on several more items, making Pang Wen’s face turn red.

Finally, one outfit completely covered everything.

It didn’t look as attention-grabbing either.

"This one?" Shu Ci asked.

Pang Wen nodded: "It suits you well."

"Do you not like her wearing that way, or do you not want others to see?" A sudden voice came from behind.

Pang Wen jumped in fright.

Then he saw Dongfang Changli appearing behind him without notice.

He immediately greeted respectfully: "Greetings, Senior."

Dongfang Changli had been at Cangmu Sect for a while, familiar with the people of the First Institute.

"So do you not like her wearing it, or do you not want others looking?" Dongfang Changli asked again.

Pang Wen paused, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Never mind, your leader is looking for you at the talisman store," Dongfang Changli said.

After saying something to Shu Ci, Pang Wen left.

Watching him leave, Dongfang Changli said with curiosity: "I don’t think I saw wrong; why do you two keep playing a guessing game?"

Putting away a Magic Treasure, Shu Ci smiled and said: "Senior, do you know which Sect I belonged to before?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Changli nodded: "I know."

"So, you see," Shu Ci said with a light laugh: "I’ve now become bright and shiny, and developing feelings isn’t a big deal. But if it becomes known, it loses its luster.

To Senior Brother Pang, I wouldn’t be as beautiful as I am now.

The past would render me inadequate.

Feelings are sacred, but not for me.

So for me, this situation is quite alright."

Dongfang Changli shook his head: "I don’t get it. Probably not even your Saint leader understands; I’ll take my leave."

Then Dongfang Changli walked away.

The voice of the Eight Sounds Divine Monarch echoed in her mind: "You really love to meddle."

"I’ve done as much as I can; it’s better than letting it drag on," Dongfang Changli mused.

After waiting for a while, Pang Wen returned.

"Senior Brother, you’re back so quickly? What did they need you for?" Shu Ci asked, as usual.

Pang Wen looked at Shu Ci and then said: "Nothing, nothing really."

Then the two returned together.

On the way, they walked side by side, chatting occasionally.

Along the way, Pang Wen hardly spoke, only suddenly taking out a hairpin and saying: "Junior Sister, a gift for you."

Seeing this, Shu Ci was taken aback and said: "Why the sudden gift?"

"Just... thought it suited you, Junior Sister. If you don’t like it, forget it," Pang Wen explained, a bit tense.

"I like it," Shu Ci immediately said, adjusting the hairpin in her hair: "Did Senior Brother buy gifts for everyone?"

"No," Pang Wen said seriously: "I only bought a gift for you, Junior Sister."

Shu Ci’s smile was bright, the light shining on her face, dazzling.

After a while of silence, Pang Wen said, "I can keep buying them for you, Junior Sister."

Upon hearing this, Shu Ci stopped in her tracks.

The two walked in silence along the road.

Pang Wen wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Shu Ci seemed worried about something.

As they walked, she moved closer to Pang Wen.

Lowering her head, she hesitated and said: "Senior Brother might be enamored by my appearance. Take some time to cool off."

"Then... I’ll say it again tomorrow," Pang Wen softly said.

He actually heard the conversation in the store before leaving.

Initially, he was shocked, but...

He quickly accepted it.

Sometimes, all that’s needed is an opportunity.

Senior Dongfang gave him that opportunity.

He believed one shouldn’t be too timid, courage was needed too.

Watching the two leave, the Princely Heir and Xia Wanli were somewhat surprised: "What are they doing, acting so bashful?"

Xia Wanli shook his head and said: "What a pity Manager Pang isn’t joining us; let’s find Boss Qin."

The Princely Heir remarked: "I heard there’s someone named Zhuge Haoming in the Sect, supposedly my brother’s close friend. That’s not right; my brother can only have me as his close friend."

"You could even call your brother as your brother," Xia Wanli said.

"No way, he’s been doing great recently as a close friend, so why can’t I?"

"Because you’re constantly critiquing people."

"...."

"Didn’t your father try a few times to meet your brother?"

"Yes, he has conceded, regretting underestimating my brother back then. Now my brother is invincible, and even my father has to call him brother, or I won’t introduce them. My sister-in-law and her family are too shy to reach out; although I didn’t become Emperor, even the Emperor has to bow to me. Indeed, quickly bowing back then was such a wise choice."

"..."