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.

offered pleasant words. "It's my

air around them was filled with heavenly energy. The dryad couldn't help but believe that the wedding guests were truly fortunate, as though

and placed flowers on Wynter's head, symbolizing wealth

unexpected courtesy toward the dryad. "Since you're familiar with human

would benefit the locals if her energy grew stronger. However, only a few worshipped her in recent years. Hardly anyone had visited her

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

fade away in half a year, the dryad was now overflowing

placing a ring into Wynter's palm and the other in Dalton's, the dryad

wedding ring onto Wynter's finger, a powerful energy suddenly erupted throughout the underworld. The

clouds swirled in the sky, as though the

spirit waiting in line on the bridge couldn't help but inquire, "Do we still need to drink

to the cup of

wedding rings. If Wynter had been conscious, she would've surely noticed something

the three realms gathered. They were eager to

the ceremony. "The newlyweds may now return

set up a barrier that stretched for 100 miles, preventing any human or soul from approaching. All contact was severed within the barrier, as if time itself had

to the underworld. Even the animals displayed shrewdness-a caterpillar would've successfully turned into a butterfly in such rare encounters. It was

wasn't only the animals that felt the change. Both the ancient and fearsome beasts that had accompanied Dalton

his blood. Wolf, who had been guarding Logan, hung around in the courtyard. His erratic behavior

her soul, she witnessed various scenes playing out in her

them as they faded away. Amid her fury, she felt a gaze upon her. She turned around to see a man, but his face was

weak," stated the

him. Yet, the needles froze midair, just two inches away from him, as if halted by an invisible

the

eyes to calm her mind. A burst of energy suddenly coursed within her, and she opened her eyes once more to

appeared and slowly widened before her. Just when she thought it was over, she was pulled into another

The sky above stood full of ethereal

bluestone. A large, dreamy Victorian bed gleamed

would've recognized the scene as one from the distant past. It was a vision that occurred frequently in her dreams, along with the golden cuffs binding her legs and the faint ringing of bells. Alas, she remained lost

tranquil space, Dalton removed Wynter's wedding dress before carrying her into the hot spring. Dressed only in her undergarments, Wynter was placed against the edge as the warm waters rose to her

a rosy hue, and her skin as smooth as silk. Bathed in the soft light, she radiated the delicate beauty of a porcelain doll. Part of her black

adorned her head, for he had been

memories.

showed her disdain for him. But now, he had no