My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1703

“But | don't want to waste too much there!" Nash argued.

Ditto blinked and sighed. "You're worried about your relatives in the mortal world, right?"

Nash nodded. "Yes.”

It had been almost half a month since he entered the secret realm, and he did not know how much thad passed outside. He

was worried that something might happen to Hera and the others.

Ditto blinked her big eyes and said, "Worldly matters should be cut off when necessary. These emotions and desires will only slow

down your cultivation!"

Nash glanced at Ditto indifferently. "How is that different from being a puppet?"

"It's hard to reach the end of the great path when you're entangled with them!

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"My master severed his affections and proved his Path. My master ultimately broke the shackles and becthe supreme

immortal emperor who shook the heavens and earth,” Ditto explained, her voice piercing Nash's soul.

A momentary confusion cacross Nash's gaze as he muttered softly, "Sever affections and prove one’s Path.”

Ditto was overjoyed, "Yes, yes, sever affections and prove one’s Path. When you reach the end of your cultivation, any woman in

the world will be yours!”

"I'll sever you!” Nash raised his hand, and from it, released a cold aura. It was the power of thousand-year Mystic Ice.

Ditto was frozen, but her childish voice still sounded, "Damn it, how did my Bewitching Technique not work on a mere nascent

soul?!"

Nash raised his finger and shot out an ice arrow, which pierced through the ice block encasing Ditto.

"Ah! I'm dead!" The ball of light screeched and then fell to the ground, dissipating slowly.

Nash certainly didn't believe Ditto would die. The Chaos Tower was Ditto's world; she could traverse it freely. His ice probably failed

to freeze her too.

Nash entered the million-year Mystic Ice region, and the terrifying cold felt like thousands of needles piercing his skin. He quickly

activated the Creation Technique, closed his eyes, and began absorbing the cold to temper his muscles, bones, and skin.

The Chaos Tower was situated next to an ocean. At this moment, all the Drakonian cultivators in Blacksoil had gathered together.

With Roxy and Summer, the number of cultivators at the Profound Oriental Realm had increased from three to five. Everyone was

currently gathered around a campfire and feasting on seafood.

Cultivators above the Profound Reality Realm had their cultivation restricted in the ocean, so the great-grandmaster-level

cultivators had been the ones to catch the seafood.

Just as she was thinking this, a hint of sadness struck her. She did not even know why she felt sad. Could it be that she had really

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fallen for that man?

Summer nudged Roxy and looked at Yvaine with a hint of jealousy. "Look, that fox is thinking about Nash again!"

Roxy glanced at Yvaine, then rolled her eyes at Summer. "What, are you jealous?"

Summer pouted. "Why would | be jealous? I'm only angry on your behalf. Don't you like Nash?"

"What in the world made you think I like him? I'd never like a philanderer like him!" Roxy said coldly.

Summer giggled. "Didn't you promise Johnathan that if he helped you obtain the Fugue inheritance, you'd marry his disciple?"

“Johnathan is no longer around, so whether | marry or not is up to me,” Roxy retorted.

Summer covered her mouth and chuckled, taking a light sip of the red wine.

Just then, an alarmed disciple from the Sakaris Mountain Sword Sect hurried over. "Elder, there's a floating palace heading toward

us!"