Chapter 166: Being a scumbag who does whatever he wants

Chapter 166: Be a Reckless Scoundrel

The daughter was clearly insubordinate in her heart, and Xue Cangbo was seething with anger. Fortunately, Empress Aona smiled and steered the conversation back on course: "Alright, alright. We were discussing an arranged marriage, not political ideologies. Zhiyu is a considerate girl. Her marital bliss is of utmost importance, and Your Majesty should ultimately heed her own desires."

"Her wish is to never get married. Should we listen to that? The ruler of a nation planning to live alone—what kind of example is that!" Xue Cangbo said sternly: "Aota is such a fine young man, both scholarly and martial, the future Lord of Winter. Our two clans have been united for generations, and Aota's genuine affection for her is clear to all of us..."

"Feelings can be cultivated," Empress Aona said with a smile. "Give Zhiyu some time, just like I had. Do you think I liked you from the start, old man? When I heard I was to marry you, I almost ran away. If it weren't for Sister Anna..."

She paused here, a look of apology on her face.

Anna was the Queen of Ice Spirit Kingdom and the birth mother of the two sisters. Unfortunately, she died during childbirth when giving birth to Xuecai, nearly taking the younger daughter's life as well.

That was why the younger daughter, as a royal princess, had such an unusual name—Xuecai, wild vegetables in the snow.

Empress Aona mentioned the Queen to appeal to Xue Cangbo's emotions, hoping he would consider the Queen's memory and not argue with his daughter.

"Other girls your age are eager to find their true love, but you..." Xue Cangbo's anger subsided, and he sighed. Looking at Xue Zhiyu again, his expression softened: "Marriage isn't just about you. You are the future queen of Ice Spirit Kingdom. If you remain single, it will cause countless covetous eyes and chaos, destabilizing our kingdom!"

Xue Zhiyu listened quietly.

"If you truly dislike Aota, I won't force you, but Ice Spirit Kingdom cannot be destabilized because of you!" Xue Cangbo paused, then continued sternly: "The annual Snow Festival is next month. If you can find a man by then who matches Aota in status, background, and abilities, I'll grant you your freedom to love whomever you choose. Otherwise, you must become betrothed to Aota. That is your only choice!"

...

Exiting the hall, Xuecai still looked indignant: "Father is really losing it, making such demands. This is practically forcing you to marry that wild monkey!"

"We still have over a month," Xue Zhiyu smiled slightly. "Better than no choice at all."

"What good is a month?" Xuecai frowned. "In terms of lineage, that wild monkey is the empress's nephew and the future Lord of Winter of our second-largest clan. In terms of strength, ugh, he's a brute, immune to all poisons, and can take on ten men in the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary. Even if there are a few others in Ice Spirit Kingdom as strong as him, they're mostly from other powerful clans or the royal family. Everyone knows Father's and that wild monkey's intentions. Who would dare challenge the most powerful people in Ice Spirit Kingdom? No way, this won't work. Sister, let's run away! I don't want to see you having little monkeys with that brute. They'd be so ugly! Yes, let's go right now, just like Mother did..."

"Nonsense." Xue Zhiyu touched her head, smiling wryly.

To be honest, they were indeed sisters, thinking alike...

She wasn't particularly opposed to Aota. He was indeed an excellent young man. Before joining the Holy Sanctuary, she might have agreed to the marriage to strengthen the royal power.

But entering the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary opened her eyes to a new world. Once one's spirit is liberated, it cannot be restrained again—a process that cannot be reversed.

Over the past half year, Aota had been harassing her relentlessly, and Father's support only made things worse. She had already planned to slip away quietly, wanting to explore the world like her predecessor Karida. But she couldn't tell her sister, knowing her impulsive nature, she would insist on coming along. Two daughters disappearing would drive Father mad.

Unfortunately, she was still far from being as strong as Karida when she traveled the world. She had originally planned to wait another two years, but now it seemed she had to leave sooner. She would return once she had honed her skills like Karida, and then even Father couldn't force her into anything.

Fortunately, she still had over a month to prepare.

"Don't worry about these things. I have a plan."

"Pfft, your plan is always to obey, just like always," Xuecai rolled her eyes, then her face lit up: "But luckily, you have a clever sister. Don't worry, I'll handle this. Who am I, Xuecai? I'll definitely find the best solution for you!"

Familiar Earth, familiar feeling—no demons or savagery in the air, even the smog seemed endearingly familiar. In the splendid hall, beautiful music played as the bride, dressed in a white wedding gown, walked down the red carpet. She was Yue Ran.

She held a bouquet of red roses, her father leading her to the man who would be by her side for life. Yue Ran's face was filled with a blissful and enchanted smile.

Wang Feng smiled; it was all worth it. He reached out his hand, but the bride passed right through him, walking toward another man.

The hall was filled with guests, many celebrities and dignitaries, some Old Wang recognized, others he did not.

When they exchanged rings and the ceremony concluded, everyone applauded, the joyous cheers echoing.

Old Wang watched. In his previous life, he had loved only one woman and owed only her. It seemed... he wasn't as important as he imagined.

Ha, settled, all settled.

Wang Feng joined in the applause with everyone else.

As he clapped, Old Wang laughed, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his face. This was what he had always been afraid to face, what he didn’t want to admit.

Missing someone should be dignified; no apologies needed.

The intense pain caused Wang Feng’s body to gradually dissipate. Damn, can’t even reincarnate in a comfortable position, terrible service...

He didn’t know how long it took, but eventually, Old Wang regained some sensation. It seemed... yes, he was still alive, then he fainted again.

After an unknown amount of time, his mind cleared a bit, and he felt a real, icy pain. Memories began to surface.

He could feel the bead inside him, the one he spent two million on and almost died getting. It had an eye on it, a really ugly one.

Clearly, the light points weren’t the way home. In the Rose Library, he had seen something about this place called the Soul Realm in the Nine Heavens Continent, where various treasures were born and eventually appeared on the Nine Heavens Continent. But Wang Feng refused to believe it.

And now, he couldn’t go back. Perhaps, he didn’t need to. There was no one waiting for him there.

Besides, in such a fantastical place full of beautiful women, wouldn’t it be great to rule and have multiple wives?

“I’m going to be a shameless scoundrel, I’d rather betray the world than let the world... Ow!” Wang Feng’s grand declaration was cut short by a blow to the back of his head. The strength he had just regained vanished, and he felt someone lifting his left leg: “Drag him away; he’s too skinny to even squeeze any juice out of!”

...

Old Wang didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, but his consciousness slowly returned.

His first sensation was coldness, no, extreme coldness.

Old Wang instinctively curled up, rubbing his arms, only to find that his skin was completely bare. Not only did he lack any warm clothing, but even the simple Holy Sanctuary disciple robes he had worn were stripped off.

What was going on?

Old Wang’s senses quickly revived, but before he could think further, a pungent stench invaded his nose along with his recovering sense of smell.

It was the stench of feces mixed with other indescribable odors like body odor and sweat, overwhelmingly stimulating...

Achoo!

Old Wang couldn't help but sneeze, his whole body jolted, finally waking up completely. He felt a blinding white light on his eyelids, and gradually began to hear sounds amidst the buzzing in his ears.

"A native Havana catgirl, she's got a bit more fur on her face, but look at that figure—where it should be big, it's big; where it should be curvy, it's curvy. Buying her for warmth is absolutely worth it, priced at one thousand euros! And if you take the ten-year-old daughter next to her as well, it's just one thousand five hundred. Keep her at home for a few years of work, heh heh, you'll definitely find it worth it!"

"Two Ma'o tribe savages, tough-skinned and incredibly resilient, perfect for rough labor or cannon fodder. Both for three thousand, no separate sales..."

"Guadeloupeans, exquisite Guadeloupeans! Look at those short, sturdy bodies, ideal for gathering herbs, mining, and squeezing through tight spaces. They eat little but do a lot of work—guaranteed to make you a profit!"

Catgirls? Savages? Trading?

Old Wang felt a chill run down his spine, trying to open his eyes despite the blinding white light.

It had been a long time since he last adjusted to light, and everything was still white for at least ten seconds before he could vaguely see many heads moving around him. Then Old Wang saw several thick iron bars... Wait!

Ignoring the pain in his eyes, he forced them wide open.

Damn it, I seem to be locked in a cage!

He remembered.

It seemed like after coming out of the Soul Realm, he had some self-reflection and motivation, then suddenly took a hit on the head?

Looking around, when he left Rose, it was still summer, yet here it was still icy cold. Many people around were speaking the official language of the League of Blades, so he must still be within its territory, probably in the northern region where the Ice Spirit Kingdom has perpetual snow. But he didn't know exactly where in the Ice Spirit Kingdom he was now.

And now, being locked in a cage, even his Holy Sanctuary disciple robes were stripped off, and his Chaos Mask was nowhere to be found. He must have been captured by slave traders. The Ice Spirit Kingdom was one of the few members of the League of Blades that still retained slavery.

Damn, last time I crossed over as a spy, this time as a slave? Playing with me, huh?

Old Wang couldn't help but shiver, causing the cage to shake, followed by a loud roar from beside him.

'Ngh'!

A strong stench accompanied by spittle and the roar hit him, making him dizzy and nauseous. But...

Hey! His stiff body started to loosen up a bit. That hot breath was warm and strong, quite comforting!

Grateful, Old Wang turned his head and saw the cage beside him shaking violently. A hairy humanoid snow monster inside glared at him, baring its nearly half-meter-wide mouth, clearly annoyed by Old Wang's cage-shaking.

"Brother, your fur is really nice!" Old Wang looked enviously at the long fur, rubbing his cold arms, feeling too frozen to move: "Come on, give me another blast!"

The snow monster, whether understanding or not, sensed Old Wang's provocation and roared at him again, several times. Old Wang pinched his nose to endure the stench, but welcomed the warm breeze, feeling his stiff limbs soften slightly. His soul power began to flow slowly, helping to resist the cold, allowing him to barely survive.

'Woo woo woo'!

But then came a wail from the snow monster.

A very muscular man was using a long pole to prod the snow monster repeatedly through the cage. At the end of the pole was a round cloth ball soaked in an unknown liquid, seemingly burning the snow monster. Its white fur smoked, and it curled into a ball, almost shedding tears.

"What's all the noise, what's all the noise!" the man shouted: "If you keep yelling, I'll poke your eyes out!"