Chapter 8

In the wedding hall.

Fifth Master Gu and Yan Bietian were beaming with joy.

As long as the wedding ceremony concluded today.

Their scheme would succeed, and the entire Southwest Dao would undergo a reshuffling of power.

Just then.

Yan Liuli and Gu Jianmen appeared together in their wedding attire.

The moment for bowing and exchanging vows was nearly upon them.

Seated below, Jiang Mu Ming patted Baili Dongjun. "It's your turn to take the stage."

Jiang Mu Ming himself continued reading his book intently.

Once he finished the volume in his hands, his total count of books read would reach thirty thousand!

"Time to waste some money—our turn to shine!"

Baili Dongjun stood up at once.

At that moment, the Eight Princes of Northern Li were all outside the Gu Family estate, holding off any potential enemies for Baili Dongjun.

So the task of crashing the wedding.

Fell to Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng.

Though Baili Dongjun had no martial cultivation.

He still had a trump card.

"Little White!"

With a single loud cry from Baili Dongjun, the mountains shook and the earth quaked—the entire ground began to tremble!

Under the horrified gaze of everyone present.

A white serpent roughly ten zhang in size burst forth from beneath the earth.

Its sheer presence terrified every guest in attendance, sending them fleeing in all directions—except for Jiang Mu Ming, who remained unmoved.

He merely glanced at White Glass emerging from the ground.

Then immediately sank back into the world of his book.

Meanwhile, Baili Dongjun had already revealed his identity. Yan Bietian never imagined that the young master of the Marquis Zhenxi's Manor, the Baili family, would actually come to crash the wedding!

And all for the sake of Gu Jianmen's elder brother, Gu Luoli!

What was this nonsense?!

But at this point, whether it was the young master of the Baili family or not, Yan Bietian had no choice.

Today's wedding had to proceed!

And just then, Young Master Mochen, Mo Xiaohei, and Young Master Zhuo Mo, Lei Mengsha, also appeared, carrying Gu Luoli's coffin.

They exposed Yan Bietian's scheme to the public.

The only way to break the deadlock now was to eliminate all these troublemakers! Fully unify the Southwest Dao, ally with Beyond Heaven, and maybe—just maybe—find a path to survival!

"Kill them all!"

Instantly, the Yan Family poured out in full force, and both sides erupted into a chaotic battle.

As for the bride and groom, Gu Jianmen and Yan Liuli, neither wished to go through with the wedding.

Both turned against their own side.

Yan Liuli stared up at the lofty Yan Bietian, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred.

But as a mere woman.

She lacked the strength to kill Yan Bietian under the protection of his guards.

She could only let her resentment fester.

Yet at that moment, she suddenly caught sight of Jiang Mu Ming, who was utterly oblivious to the chaos around him, absorbed in his book.

His words from that day echoed in her heart.

A request... no matter what the request, even the most outrageous one—if it meant killing Yan Bietian, she would agree!

"Mister Jiang, please take action. I, Yan Liuli, am willing to agree to any request you have!"

Yan Liuli cried out.

Everyone turned to look. At the banquet, only one person remained seated.

A man in blue robes.

A scroll in his hands.

Completely indifferent to everything around him.

Yue Yao looked in astonishment at Yan Liuli and then at Jiang Mu Ming, countless questions racing through her mind. Why would Yan Liuli seek help from him?

In her memory, Jiang Mu Ming was nothing more than a frail scholar.

And a request? What kind of request?

A man's request of a woman... what could it be?

A strange, inexplicable pang of jealousy stirred in Yue Yao's heart.

But faced with Yan Liuli's plea, Jiang Mu Ming acted as if he hadn't heard, still flipping through his book.

"Master..." A flicker of despair crept into Yan Liuli's heart.

Was she truly doomed to be manipulated by others?

But just then, Jiang Mu Ming finally turned to the last page of the scroll in his hand.

[Ding! Read thirty thousand rare treasured books!]

[Reward obtained—Hundred Years of Martial Cultivation!]

[Reward obtained—Heavenly Stream God Finger!]

The Hundred Years of Martial Cultivation merged.

Warm currents surged from within his body.

His aura began to climb.

When Jiang Mu Ming set down the book in his hand, his cultivation naturally broke into the Carefree Heaven Realm.

And it kept soaring.

One breakthrough after another, in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the Great Carefree realm.

One could call him... an immortal.

"Finally..."

Fifteen years of arduous study had, at this moment, ripened into sweet fruit.

Those below the Carefree Heaven Realm and those above it

were in two entirely different worlds.

Like heaven and earth—utterly incomparable!

In the Free Earth Realm, no matter how great a genius, they could only make the Hundred Information Hall's Fine Jade Ranking.

But once one's strength broke through to the Carefree Heaven Realm, they could ascend the world-renowned Peerless Ranking!

Yet Jiang Mu Ming felt no pride, because the Carefree Heaven Realm itself was divided into four stages: Soaring, Nine Heavens, Great Carefree, and Half-step Profound Spirit.

And above the Carefree Heaven Realm lay the Profound Spirit Realm.

Figures like Li Changsheng and the Earth Immortal Mo Yi overlooked all beneath heaven, their methods like those of gods and immortals.

"It's time to bring this farce to an end." Jiang Mu Ming turned to look at Yan Liuli.

He needed this woman—or more precisely, he needed the Yan Family behind her.

Jiang Mu Ming needed the Yan Family's power

to print and distribute the novels he had transported here over the years, spreading them across the world!

Once his novels spread like wildfire through the realm, Jiang Mu Ming's strength would rise accordingly.

If everyone in the world had read the books he wrote, Jiang Mu Ming would likely already be... unmatched under heaven!

Not far away, Yan Liuli, who had been sinking into despair, saw Jiang Mu Ming turn around.

Tears of excitement streamed down her face.

This meant Jiang Mu Ming hadn't forgotten his promise to her!

As for whatever request he might make afterward, she would do it!

Jiang Mu Ming set down the book in his hand, and an ethereal aura lifted him, slowly floating into the air.

Until he stood above the void, looking down upon the crowd!

A powerful aura erupted from Jiang Mu Ming, shaking everyone present.

They couldn't help but turn their gazes toward him.

"What... what is he trying to do?"

Yan Bietian felt a strange unease creeping in, yet he couldn't articulate why.

Above the void.

Jiang Mu Ming slowly extended a single finger.

That finger seemed to drain all radiance from the world.

Every glimmer of light converged at Jiang Mu Ming's fingertip.

Shimmering with faint, luminous specks.

"Know the male, yet keep to the female—be the ravine of the world. Know the white, yet keep to the black—be the pattern of the world."

"This move is called... Heavenly Stream God Finger!"