Chapter Sixty-Four: Scared Half to Death... Doesn’t Count [Please Subscribe, Please Vote!]

As Du Fang spoke his words of blessing, the entire atmosphere of the wedding seemed to reach its peak in that instant. The bridesmaids embraced each other joyfully, laughing and jumping in delight. Even the sound of trumpets and suonas became more cheerful. Du Fang glanced at the musicians, whose cheeks were puffed as they played, their faces blossoming into broad smiles.

It was as if petals began to fall from the sky, symbolizing beautiful wishes. The bride, covering her mouth, looked at Du Fang with gratitude shining in her eyes. Sparkling tears began to slide down her cheeks, dampening her rouge and gathering into a crystal drop at her chin.

"Thank you, Brother Du," she whispered, "Thank you so much. Thank you for your blessing, thank you..." The bride, still covering her mouth, kept thanking Du Fang.

Du Fang smiled radiantly, reaching out to gently wipe away the bride's tears. "On this joyful day, don't cry—smile. Face life happily. Face the most important moment of your life with joy. May you never be let down in this lifetime," he said softly.

With her tears wiped away, the bride looked at Du Fang and nodded vigorously, her smile as brilliant as a hundred thousand blossoms. The wedding continued, growing ever more lively. Du Fang saw the groom, a handsome young man, who truly matched the bride’s beauty and talent. Dressed in a black formal robe with a large red flower pinned to his chest, the groom beamed, offering congratulations to everyone around.

Under the gaze of friends and family, the groom slipped a pair of red embroidered shoes onto the bride’s feet. Beneath the large double happiness character, in the flickering glow of red candles, the shoes shone bright and dazzling.

...

The wedding ended. The sunset stained the sky like blood. The bride and her bridesmaids escorted Du Fang to the entrance of the mansion, their faces filled with happiness and good wishes as they waved to him. The sunset was glorious, with clouds coloring half the sky.

Du Fang politely declined the bride's suggestion to introduce him to someone, smiled, waved goodbye to the bridesmaids and the bride, and strode away down the stone path, beneath the radiant sky, leaving with elegance.

The bridesmaid who first linked arms with Du Fang looked at the bride, gently caressed her cheek, and spoke softly: "Little Flower, to receive the blessing of the elder is the highest honor. You must be happy—surely, you will be happy."

The bride tilted her head, smiling brilliantly, and softly replied, "Mm."

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"Soul Control!"

"Soul Control!"

Lan Xiang stared fixedly at Du Fang, who stood amid the cluster of eerie beings, smiling and offering his blessing. Yet, he found that as he tried to exert his soul control, it was as if he had fallen into a deep, unfathomable abyss. No matter how he tried, he simply could not affect Du Fang’s soul!

Worse still, as he used his ability, the dream spirits within his body began to surge out like a raging river, drained away in an instant until none remained. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood began to trickle from his mouth and nose. He thought this was simply because the false Sun Zhe stabbed him, losing too much blood.

He didn’t realize it was the soul control ability that had drained him dry.

"Impossible..."

"A mere newcomer from Wildfire, a dreamwalker without even a lower-level rating..."

Lan Xiang felt dizzy and disoriented, the world spinning around him. He coughed up blood in great mouthfuls, and blood poured from his nose as well. But he did not give up.

Suddenly, he felt it—some faint, elusive connection with Du Fang’s soul! He could control Du Fang’s soul now!

Tears of joy welled up in Lan Xiang’s eyes. Indeed, there was no wall he could not dig through! He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and, following the soul’s thread, attempted to seize control of Du Fang’s body.

He opened his eyes—and froze.

His consciousness had not entered Du Fang’s body. He hadn’t taken control. Instead, he found himself floating in midair, suspended between Du Fang and his own body.

He saw scenes he had never been able to see before.

He looked at himself—dressed in a wedding gown and red embroidered shoes. But then he realized, he, Lan Xiang, was not wearing a red wedding gown or red shoes at all…

In truth, he was always dressed in a black trench coat. But his toes were pointed, his heels off the ground, and two delicate feet clad in red embroidered shoes were wedged beneath his heels, lifting his body!

It was a woman dressed in a red bridal gown.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, obscuring her face. The icy, pale flesh chilled Lan Xiang’s very soul. Terror spread endlessly.

The woman with black hair in the red bridal gown seemed to sense his gaze. She raised withered hands, grabbed her hair, and slowly parted it to reveal a face: lips torn to the ears, eyes streaming with blood, only whites remaining—countless black veins crisscrossed her face like ancient roots...

And that face was pressed right against the back of Lan Xiang’s head.

Lan Xiang’s soul froze completely, unsure if it was the terror in the air or sheer fright that paralyzed him.

Suddenly, the ghost bride supporting Lan Xiang’s body moved.

Step by step, she left his body and walked toward Du Fang.

Lan Xiang was stunned, then a bit gleeful.

You’re finished now!

Lan Xiang’s soul struggled to turn toward Du Fang. His smile faded bit by bit.

Because what he saw was Du Fang with silver hair, sitting in a chair, one hand propping up his chin, eyelids half-open as if half-asleep. With just one glance, Lan Xiang felt an uncontrollable, boundless fear overwhelming him.

On Du Fang’s shoulder lay a blood-soaked hand. Beside him stood a little girl with a long, barbed tongue, and a pink guinea pig radiating an aura of utter darkness...

And the ghost bride was kneeling reverently before silver-haired Du Fang, motionless, not daring to move.

Like a subject before a king.

An overwhelming terror surged in an instant, like a hundred-meter tsunami, and Lan Xiang’s soul was but a trembling leaf beneath the waves.

Lan Xiang felt like a white pig who had stumbled into a pack of wolves.

This was not Du Fang! This was definitely some monstrosity of the dream disaster! A fake! All of it was fake!

Lan Xiang was roaring inside.

A newcomer from Wildfire? Surely, he must have been blinded by these horrors!

Suddenly, as his emotions collapsed, Lan Xiang realized that the thread of soul he had used for control was wrapped around the finger of silver-haired Du Fang.

The thread of his soul was twined around his finger.

Silver-haired Du Fang’s half-closed eyes opened a crack, glancing at him.

"Why must ants always disturb my rest?"

"Begone."

A finger flicked lightly, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.

The soul thread snapped instantly.

Lan Xiang heard a whisper by his ear, as deafening as the rupture of earth and mountains, like a god murmuring beside him. It thundered in his ears, shaking him to the core.

Lan Xiang’s soul instantly returned to his body.

He collapsed to the ground.

"I, Lan Xiang, will never be scared out of my wits—never in this lifetime."

His old boast still echoed in his ears.

Lan Xiang gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, until he reached the limit...

Suddenly he felt his body relax, as if the Milky Way had poured forth, as if a mountain flood had broken the earth.

A tear appeared in his eye.

To be frightened out of his wits... didn’t count.

Lan Xiang, the genius dreamwalker with a fifty-million signing bonus and a superior-rated special ability...

Wet himself.