The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1714 The Affectionate Couple

Wynter remained unaware of her surroundings, wandering deep into her subconscious. The hem of her wedding dress swept against the ground as Dalton carried her, seemingly leaving faint ripples in the water.

The night darkened to an inky blackness. In the distance, the azure spring steamed with a warm mist, surrounded by lush greenery that painted a dreamy scene. The natural hot spring, fed by the mountain streams, was veiled in the lavender's soothing aroma lulled all into a peaceful slumber.

Everything had been arranged by the crow himself, including the wedding room's decor. While not a difficult task for a mythical beast, the crow feared the consequences of Dalton's decision.

By all accounts, Dalton was forbidden from marrying-his last marriage had caused many grand masters' downfall. That said, Dalton had no part in it. After all, some things would inevitably decline when they reached their peaks.

Dalton had always remained impassive until he met a certain cultivator. Whenever he thought of marriage, she would come to mind. Unfortunately, his previous wedding had been anything but a pleasant memory.

Lifting his gaze, the crow watched as beings from the three realms arrived to offer their congratulations.

He halted momentarily and inadvertently glanced at the foggy distance, where a pair of cold eyes loomed within. The figure, draped in long black hair, resembled a nobleman from the depths of hell.

The crow quickly averted his gaze, recognizing the warning in that gaze. Dressed in his past outfit, Dalton appeared just as he had been when he first stepped into the human realm.

The demons widened their eyes at the sight and started whispering among themselves.

"Don't you think he looks different this time?"

"That's what I thought! The lord seems gentler than before," a demon chimed in.

"Same here. The souls in the underworld were kept in check during his reign-one wrong move, and they'd be pleading for mercy."

The demons instantly shrank back when Dalton swept a glance over them.

"What a nostalgic feeling. The lord still carries that intimidating presence, cracking his whip even from a great distance."

"It seems like the lord has changed. His attitude toward us hasn't softened, but all his tenderness seems to be reserved for that lady," a demon noted.

As Dalton carefully led Wynter into the decorated wedding hall, a dryad bowed deeply and handed him a pair of wedding rings.

"My lord, this is the human realm's tradition. The bride and groom will exchange rings as a sign of their eternal love," the dryad explained.

She was once the most revered spirit among the people. Aside from the salamanders and leprechauns, the dryad received the strongest devotion. Though the wedding rings she presented seemed plain, they carried the essence of countless joys.

An ordinary couple would surely lead to a blissful marriage upon receiving the rings. But for Dalton, they were useless. As the one who bestowed blessings and delivered punishments to humans, neither could touch him.

the dryad offered pleasant words. "It's

help but believe that the wedding guests were truly fortunate, as though even the gravest sins had

and placed flowers on Wynter's head, symbolizing wealth and

the dryad. "Since you're familiar with human customs, you shall host the

as her eyes lit up excitedly. It would benefit the locals if her energy grew stronger. However, only a few worshipped her

villagers chose to devote themselves to the river god-more precisely, it was a deceptive, malevolent dragon they revered. Left without a home, the dryad

away in half a year, the dryad

and Fabian. After placing a ring into Wynter's palm and the other in Dalton's, the dryad naturally called for the couple to

suddenly erupted throughout the underworld. The underworld guards were

sky, as though the heavens were

their fallen heads. Even the unborn spirit waiting in line on the

of spilled

chaos was all caused by Dalton's attempt to exchange the wedding rings. If Wynter had been conscious, she would've surely noticed something was off about him. After

at the side as more and more beings from the three realms gathered. They were

Dalton's identity, the dryad hurriedly concluded the ceremony.

at Wynter before picking her up. He even set up a barrier that stretched for 100 miles, preventing any human or soul from approaching. All contact was severed within the

that Dalton didn't want to be bothered, the malevolent spirits sensibly returned to the underworld. Even the animals displayed shrewdness-a caterpillar would've successfully turned into a butterfly in such

ancient and fearsome beasts that had accompanied Dalton for years responded strongly to the surge

to contain the power awakening in his blood. Wolf, who had been guarding Logan, hung around in the courtyard. His erratic behavior terrified

the turmoil surrounding her. With the hairpin tethering her soul, she witnessed various scenes playing out in her subconscious-Fabian's death, her brothers' tragic fates, and Marie's

Amid her fury, she felt a gaze

stated

just two inches away from him, as if halted by an invisible wall. No matter how Wynter ran, she

pointless," the man

calm her mind. A burst of energy suddenly coursed within

it ahead, muttering a spell under her breath. A crack appeared and slowly widened before her. Just when

mountains. The sky above stood

bluestone. A large, dreamy Victorian bed gleamed in the heart of the natural

past. It was a vision that occurred frequently in her dreams, along with the

hot spring. Dressed only in her undergarments, Wynter was placed against the edge

smooth as silk. Bathed in the soft light, she radiated the delicate beauty of a porcelain

knew exactly what adorned her head, for he had been the one

memories.

to such schemes when she showed her disdain for him. But now, he had no intention of