Chapter 37: Divine Lord’s Wife? I’m Not Interested!

In the core of the Dao Alliance, inside a delicate and elegant room, the morning sun shone through the window, landing on Lin Chen's fair cheeks.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes—those pale green pupils remained clear and captivating.

Lin Chen reached out to adjust her pink floral dress; the hem clung to her exquisite figure, making her look even more delicate and lovely.

Afterward, she casually picked up a brilliant floral crown, gently placed it in her hair, and called out in a low voice: "Yao Yao! Yao Yao—"

The side door creaked open softly, and a figure walked out lazily.

Xue Yao rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice still carrying the laziness of having just woken up: "Lin Chen, you're awake so early…"

Lin Chen gave a light huff: "They said I can move around freely, so I'm going to find the Dao Ancestor today and make him let us go back!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Yao became a bit more alert: "Lin Chen… they probably won't agree to that request; anything else would be easier to discuss."

Lin Chen slightly pouted her tender lips: "I don't care! If they don't release me… I… I will go on a hunger strike!"

Xue Yao was amused by her serious expression and couldn't help but sigh: "This… alright. But before the hunger strike, shouldn't we eat something first?"

"Mm! Let's eat before we go!" Lin Chen nodded briskly.

The two of them ate some snacks, tidied their clothes, and headed toward the Dao Ancestor Palace.

The Dao Ancestor Palace was magnificent and solemn; in the past, it was always bustling with people and surrounded by Immortal Qi.

But today, the plaza in front of the hall was empty, with only a few acolytes bowing their heads as they swept up fallen leaves.

Xue Yao frowned, grabbed an acolyte, and asked: "Where is the Dao Ancestor?"

The acolyte was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know. I heard he went to the Divine Lords Palace, but I'm not sure."

Xue Yao turned to look at Lin Chen and shrugged helplessly: "Lin Chen, it looks like we have to go to the Divine Lords Palace."

Lin Chen nodded gently: "Alright."

The two made their way to Shenyao Hall, only to find it equally deserted.

Xue Yao looked around, puzzled: "That's not right. Why is there no one here either?"

She didn't give up and shouted: "Master! Uncle God of War! Uncle Dao Ancestor!"

However, the only response was the long echo within the great hall.

The two exchanged a glance, a trace of doubt rising in their hearts, but they had no choice but to continue walking forward, eventually stepping into the main hall of Shenyao Hall.

The hall was resplendent with gold and jade, surrounded by carved beams and painted pillars, magnificent and grand, yet… completely empty.

Xue Yao looked at the wide throne in front and muttered: "This is really strange, how is there not a single person?"

Lin Chen tilted her head, walked over without a care, and sat down gently.

Just as she settled into her seat.

Everyone appeared from the side hall and poured into the main hall in an orderly fashion.

Taoist Ancestor Kongming stood at the very front, holding a precious fan, bowed slightly, and proclaimed in a loud voice: "Congratulations to the Divine Lord's Wife on returning to your position!"

"Ah?!"

Lin Chen was so startled she jumped off the throne, waving her fair hands repeatedly, and said anxiously: "It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I am not your Divine Lord's Wife!"

Taoist Ancestor Kongming smiled without a word, as the crowd behind him knelt down in unison.

Lin Chen was so frightened by this scene that she backed away repeatedly, her eyes full of panic: "What are you doing? Get up quickly!"

The crowd said in unison: "If the Lady does not agree, we will not rise!"

"Don't force me like this…"

Lin Chen bit her red lips, the corners of her eyes reddening, looking as if she were about to be forced to tears.

She only wanted to live a simple life, yet she was forcibly pushed onto the throne by these people; the feeling was simply crushing her.

Just as she was about to lose her composure, a familiar voice transmitted directly into her ears: "Lin Chen, I'm here."

Lin Chen's heart jolted, her eyes brightened instantly, and she responded excitedly in her heart: "Lin Fan! You're here? Where are you? Take me away quickly!"

"Look into the crowd; the maid next to Palace Master Shangguan Waner is me."

Lin Chen instinctively looked over upon hearing this, and then… burst out laughing.

Lin Fan had actually turned into a delicate and lovely little maid, with a petite figure and fair, tender skin; he looked even more delicate than she did!

Lin Chen quickly covered her mouth, suppressing her laughter: "Lin Fan, you look really delicate and cute like this…"

"Hehe, cute, right? I'm called Su Xiaoxiao now, don't give me away."

"Alright, I know. What do we do now?" Lin Chen asked via telepathy.

"Listen to me, bluff them." Su Xiaoxiao blinked, a flash of cunning in her eyes.

"Alright, tell me!"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately transmitted the plan, and Lin Chen gave a light cough, regaining her composure, putting on airs as she spoke: "You all rise first and answer a few of my questions. If you satisfy me, I might consider this matter of the throne."

Upon hearing this, the crowd rejoiced, immediately stood up, and said respectfully: "Please instruct us, Divine Lord's Wife!"

Lin Chen frowned slightly, clearly resistant to this title, but she continued to ask: "Why do you insist on me being the Divine Lord's Wife?"

War Maniac General Zhang Fei said without hesitation: "Of course, it's because you are the Reincarnation of the Divine Lord's Wife; this is an obvious fact."

A flash of cunning crossed Su Xiaoxiao's eyes; she immediately seized the loophole and instructed Lin Chen to say: "Oh? In that case, you only recognize my past life, not me personally. Then what does this have to do with me?"

The crowd was slightly stunned.

Ghost Strategist Military Sage Sun Wu immediately sensed Lin Chen's "little girl temper" and quickly appeased her: "Divine Lord's Wife, you must be joking; we recognize you, not your past life."

A flash of triumph crossed Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she continued to transmit: "Lin Chen, make it harder for them."

A trace of a smile appeared in Lin Chen's eyes, and she continued: "Alright, since that's the case… does that mean whoever I choose to be my husband becomes the Divine Lord? And I remain the Divine Lord's Wife?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to keep up with Lin Chen's train of thought for a moment.

"This…"

The group looked at one another, speechless for a moment.

In the end, Taoist Ancestor Kongming bowed and said: "The Lady can certainly choose your husband, but since your memories have not yet returned, you might make a decision you will regret in the future… please think it over carefully."

Lin Chen fell silent for a moment.

Su Xiaoxiao whispered via telepathy: "Lin Chen, you have to answer this question yourself."

Lin Chen took a slight breath, and her gaze gradually became firm: "Alright, I will answer this myself."

She was silent for a moment, gathered her thoughts, and spoke slowly.

"Although I have not fully recovered my memories, in the haze, I have already understood some things."

"Even if I had an eternal love with him in my past life, that is ultimately the past."

"I am very grateful that you went to such great lengths to find me, but the me of today is no longer the me of the past."

Lin Chen raised her eyes, her clear gaze filled with determination: "I already have someone I like, but that person is not your Divine Lord… I'm sorry."

As her voice fell, the hall was silent.

Lin Chen didn't look at the crowd again; she took Xue Yao's hand, kept her head down, and prepared to leave the hall.

"Lady, wait a moment." Taoist Ancestor Kongming suddenly spoke.

Lin Chen paused and looked back at him.

Taoist Ancestor Kongming smiled with relief and said slowly: "If the Lady insists, we can naturally enthrone the person you have chosen in your heart as the Divine Lord."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the crowd changed drastically, and there was an instant uproar.

"Dao Ancestor, you cannot!"

"How can this be? This is too absurd!"

"How can the position of the Divine Lord be changed so casually?"

The crowd was terrified and looked at Taoist Ancestor Kongming, trying to get him to retract these words.

However, Taoist Ancestor Kongming just waved his hand, signaling the crowd to be quiet, and then took out an oracle from his sleeve, saying calmly: "This is the oracle left to us by Brother Qin; you will understand after reading it."

Seeing this, Taoist Ancestor Kongming slowly took a broken stone block from his Qiankun Bag; although the stone had cracks, Dao patterns circulated on its surface, and spiritual light flickered.

The stone block floated up slowly, emitting a brilliant light, and finally transformed into a phantom—

It was a stalwart figure, with the order of the stars circulating, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, majestic and profound.

It was precisely—the remnant shadow of the Divine Lord!