Kapitel 23: The Pissed couple
The Pissed Couple
In that sacred ceremony, the couple floated, their legs crossed as they faced each other, attempting to assimilate their heart and soul. It was a delicate and intimate process, one that required utmost concentration. Having someone they trusted nearby to protect them was essential.
Alma and I struggled, beads of sweat forming on our brows as we endeavored to merge our heart and soul. The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced, comparable to witnessing a human woman in the throes of childbirth, perhaps even more intense.
"Damn," I muttered between gritted teeth, "this is why they say we're as weak as humans."
It took a grueling decade to complete the process. When we finally opened our eyes simultaneously, there was a sense of accomplishment. We could feel our cultivation had advanced, and we had gained a heightened awareness of each other's emotions. However, along with our success, an unpleasant odor emanated from our bodies. Alma reacted swiftly, creating a blind shield to conceal us as she transformed.
I couldn't help but sigh in exasperation; after all, she was my wife. I waved my hand, dispelling the unpleasant smell, and subsequently removed my soiled garments, burning them. Using the elements, I summoned fresh attire, which I donned to replace the tainted clothing.
Alma eventually turned to face me, and as I gazed upon her, it was as if the world itself brightened. She possessed an unparalleled beauty, her features delicate, her eyes enchanting, and her form, simply captivating. Even in her slightly oversized light blue dress, her figure was impossible to ignore. For a moment, it felt as though I had been struck by a stone, creating ripples within the calm lake of my heart.
Then, with a sudden crash, the door to the room burst open. In walked a short man, clad in long brown leather pants and a short overcoat, casually holding a gourd. Two adorable ladies trailed behind him, attempting to catch his attention.
These two ladies were draped in flower-patterned fabric, exuding the soothing scent of lavender. They were Dyads.
"Lord Rasheed, please don't go in," they pleaded with him as he unceremoniously barged in.
"Hello, my lovely couple," Rasheed greeted, flaunting his jovial disposition and waving his gourd with an air of playfulness. "And my darling Alma," he continued in an affectionate tone, as if taking his wife on a leisurely stroll.
Alma and I exchanged a knowing look, each of us reading the other's thoughts. Rasheed, on the other hand, appeared unfazed and prepared to make his exit.
Annoyance brewed within Alma, and in a flash, she disappeared only to reappear directly in front of Rasheed.
"How dare you waltz in here, presuming this is your domain?" Alma's voice dripped with anger.
Rasheed tilted his head in an almost mocking fashion and responded with arrogance, "And what do you plan to do about it?"
Alma's fury intensified, her special day marred by this unwelcome intrusion. Throughout the realms, it was a universal understanding not to disturb heart soul dao couples unless they emerged voluntarily.
With that, Alma reached out, a small wormhole opening as she withdrew a wooden instrument with eight holes. It was a bamboo flute crafted from the Tree of Life.
As she prepared to play the flute, the two Dyads hurriedly knelt before her, imploring her for mercy.
"My Lady, please, have mercy. You can't kill him," they pleaded desperately.
Alma hesitated, torn between her anger and the pleas of the Dyads. Ultimately, she decided to give Rasheed a lenient punishment, one that would result in him losing a level.
However, as she contemplated her choice, she received crucial information from the Dyads.
"You can't! He's the tenth son of Lord Frodo the Great," they exclaimed.
Lord Frodo was a formidable God, renowned for his strictness, especially when it came to his children. Alma wrestled internally with her decision.
"I thought as much. You can't do anything to me," Rasheed jeered, departing without looking back.
His dismissive attitude pushed me to my limits. This was the first time I wished I was my brother, Arch Angel Michael. Rasheed had crossed a line, challenging my authority and disturbing the sanctity of our heart soul dao ceremony. I couldn't let this defiance go unanswered.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein