You Ming was shoved up to the sedan chair. He wanted to run, but the Buddhist cultivators beside him restrained him. He could only lift the curtain and say unwillingly:
"I'm here to receive you!"
Then everyone saw a pale arm extend from the sedan chair and rest on You Ming's hand. You Ming took a step back, and a long, fair leg stepped out after it. Then came the woman's upper body, clad in a red gauze wedding robe. Her lovely figure was half-hidden beneath the red gauze, stirring one's blood at the sight, but You Ming only felt that death was close at hand.
Yunxi's face was veiled in red gauze, revealing only a pair of seductive, enchanting eyes. There was no affection in the way she looked at You Ming—only satisfaction at the sight of prey. The Soul Power emanating from her body left the ghost cultivators watching in astonishment.
"Tsk, tsk. No wonder she can suppress You Ming. This bride's Soul Power is stronger than his."
"If that's the case, why would she set her sights on You Ming?"
"Though You Ming is weaker than her, he can still be considered a powerhouse in his own right. If she absorbs his Soul Power, she might be able to make a bid for the Mahayana Realm. If I were that female cultivator, I'd give it a try too. Besides, You Ming is a Rogue Cultivator with no backing. If his soul scatters, then it scatters—no one will stand up for him."
"I thought he'd latched onto a disciple of some great sect. Who would've thought he'd sold himself instead? Serves him right! One thing always subdues another!"
Amid the discussions of the surrounding cultivators, You Ming resentfully carried Yunxi on his back. Then, under the protection of