Chapter 135: Now, I Am His Betrothed - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

## Chapter 135: Now, I Am His Betrothed The towering sword aura, poised to strike the swirling black mist, reined in its force at the last moment. This wasn't because Luo Cong An had suddenly grown soft-hearted. She was merely concerned that too much force might affect the gentleman forcibly seized by this wretched woman. The sword aura struck fiercely against the twelve enormous black wings. The black mist surged, resembling a black hole that could devour everything, slowly engulfing the menacing sword aura. For the first time, the aloof deities from Western fantasy collided with the ancient civilization of cultivation. The sword aura didn't cause Eileen any substantial harm. Yet, she frowned slightly, feeling distinctly displeased. She had finally reunited with her priest after much effort and was just about to enjoy some intimate time together, only to be interrupted by this madwoman who appeared out of nowhere. She hadn't even had the chance to say a few words! How could she possibly be happy about that? Moreover, she heard the other person addressing 'sir'... Even though she had descended to Blue Star and had been searching for him tirelessly for a long time, she could somewhat infer the meaning of those words. But when did her priest suddenly become a 'sir'? Eileen pushed these doubts to the back of her mind for now. Given the aggressive posture of the other party, this was clearly not the time to dig into details. She dispersed the black mist and lifted her gaze. Eileen was momentarily taken aback. What a stunning woman. Such thoughts flashed in her mind. For some reason, upon clearly seeing the newcomer's appearance and figure, she subconsciously grasped Chen An's hand a bit tighter. This small detail did not escape Luo Cong An's keen eyes. She had been glaring intently at this ugly moth, and witnessing this small gesture only fueled her rage. Her heart seethed with remorse, blaming her 'good' self, who stubbornly refused to listen, for bringing about the current predicament. By the time she arrived, her gentleman had already fallen into the clutches of the adversary. Luckily, she made it in time; otherwise, who knows what inhuman torment the gentleman would have suffered. Meanwhile, feeling the intense hostility emanating from Luo Cong An, Eileen was filled with growing confusion. As far as she knew, this was the first time they had met. Was it just because she shared a small embrace with her 'sir' that warranted such anger? Recalling the initial words of the woman, Eileen glanced down at the silent young man, suspecting something. Maybe she was being mistaken for some villainess? With this thought, Eileen decided to show her magnanimity. Holding the young man single-handedly, she said coldly, "Foolish woman, considering you're seemingly acquainted with the priest, I can overlook your recent disrespect." Her black wings flapped behind her, and her finely chiseled chin lifted slightly. Facing anyone other than Chen An, she appeared to reclaim the aura befitting a deity. Cold, proud, and elegant, an innate nobility. Her response was met only by a swift and unmatched sword light. Luo Cong An's figure appeared in an instant, her long sword shimmering with an icy gleam. Eileen frowned deeply, and her twelve black wings folded defensively, blocking the sudden blow. As the black wings met the long sword, they emitted clanging sounds akin to cold weapons clashing. Utilizing the force, she retreated a good ten or so meters. Though she appeared to block the attack with ease, Eileen was taken aback internally. This madwoman, despite her seeming lack of reason, possessed formidable power. The sword aura managed to invade her body in the mere instant they clashed, attempting to wreak havoc within. The assault was strikingly insidious and vicious. Moreover, the sheer force behind the long sword was something she had never encountered before. This was, in fact, the first time since Eileen's projection descended to this world that she had met a powerful adversary capable of threatening her. She lowered her head, once again drawing close to the young man, a few strands of hair gently grazing Chen An's face. Eileen seemed to speak casually, "Priest, who exactly is this fierce woman who's been chasing after me the moment we met..." "Aren't you going to explain?" Her tone was remarkably gentle, her expression tender as water, creating a stark contrast to the silent, aggressive woman not far away. This pretense of innocence made Luo Cong An feel nauseous. However, she refrained from acting immediately, instead shifting her gaze onto the young man. She, too, was curious about how the gentleman would explain her identity. Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Chen An found himself unable to continue playing the turtle. He glanced at Eileen, who was just an arm's length away, then turned to meet the eyes of Luo Cong An, dressed in her blue Taoist robe. There was a hint of hesitation and fear in her gaze. What was Luo Cong An afraid of? Chen An recalled their first meeting on Blue Star, understanding a bit more. Back then, her emotions had already turned extreme due to the long wait. This led to their encounter, where she failed to control her emotions and committed those outrageous acts. She even contemplated sealing the deal directly, pushing forward no matter the cost. Unfortunately, she fell short. Thus now, Luo Cong An tiptoed like someone who had made a mistake, awaiting punishment. Yet Chen An couldn't bring himself to be that harsh. After all, during their time together, feelings genuinely developed between them. A soft sigh escaped him. "She was once my student." His response allowed Luo Cong An, who had been secretly tense, to finally breathe a sigh of relief. A glimmer of joy flickered in her eyes, indicating that the gentleman hadn't completely decided against forgiving her. Although he included the word 'once,' it still sounded much better than the initial 'I am not your sir.' "Student?" Eileen echoed, murmuring the word. Her expression slightly changed, and she abruptly asked, "And now?" Chen An was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to answer. By conventional logic, given his status as a freshman at the Cultivation United University, his and Luo Cong An's roles had essentially swapped. Yet as he pondered, Luo Cong An had already collected her thoughts. She spoke assertively, "Now, I am his betrothed." She declared earnestly, with a seriousness that left no room for doubt. Eileen froze. The fleeting smile of reunion she wore vanished without a trace. She unconsciously hugged the young man tighter. The forcefulness seemed as if it might meld the boy into her very being. A particularly gloomy aura began to surface around her. Terrifying black mist leaked out, spreading through the air. "Repeat that?" Her expression suddenly turned icy and menacing.