Dismounting Intimidation, Roadblock Tiger

In the blink of an eye.

The Xu Family's wedding procession had already entered Qingyun Street.

The Yang Family's mansion was faintly visible.

Xu Mingshu's eyes curved into crescent moons, a slight smile gracing her lips, revealing two dimples.

"Little White, let out a roar so the Yang Family knows we've arrived."

The White Tiger immediately let out a fierce roar, its sound waves momentarily drowning out the suona music.

Fortunately, only Xu Mingyuan and a few others were riding horses, and as Martial Artists, they had the strength to control their mounts and prevent them from panicking.

"Xue Ji, you should have at least given us a heads-up beforehand," Xu Mingyuan said with a wry smile.

"Yeah, we almost embarrassed ourselves," Xu Mingxuan added, feeling quite helpless.

"I forgot," Xu Mingshu stuck out her tongue.

"Let's keep moving," Xu Mingwei shouted loudly.

Not far away.

Everyone except Yang Shichang was startled by the unusual tiger roar.

The power contained within this roar was incomparable to that of an ordinary Fierce Tiger.

"What's going on? Why is there a tiger roaring? When did Fierce Tigers start entering the city?"

They exchanged bewildered glances.

Yang Shichang chuckled inwardly. Let them be arrogant. They deserve to suffer a little.

Following that.

The wedding procession came into view.

Among them, a White Tiger, half a person tall with crimson eyes, walked slowly.

Their gazes all turned towards it, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The person who had called Yang Shichang "cousin" earlier smirked and said to Yang Shichang, "Does the Xu Family have someone who can tame beasts?"

"Cousin Shihui, I'm not sure about that," Yang Shichang replied casually.

Upon reaching the main gate.

Xu Mingwei dismounted from the White Tiger, cupped his fists, and stepped forward, "Xu Family, Xu Mingwei, here to escort the bride."

Xu Mingyuan and the others also dismounted and stood behind him.

Yang Shihui and the others sized up Xu Mingwei.

"He's a dignified young man, worthy of our cousin Ronghua, but looks alone aren't enough."

"Indeed," said a young man in a brocade robe, about seventeen or eighteen years old. "In this world, without strength, you can't protect anyone."

"If you want to take my cousin, you'll have to get past me first."

"My name is Qi Wenzhi. Who among you will fight me?"

In terms of age, Xu Mingyuan was the closest, but he wasn't skilled in martial arts.

Tantou's strength was similar to Xu Mingyuan's, but he was at a disadvantage due to his youth.

In another two or three years, he would definitely become a formidable Second-rate Martial Artist, perhaps even approaching the level of a First-class Martial Artist.

"Fourth Sister, you go," Xu Mingxian whispered.

"Me?"

"I can feel he's not weak. Apart from Big Brother, no one else can handle him. But we can't have Big Brother deal with everyone who comes along. What are we here for then?"

"That makes sense."

Xu Mingshu stepped forward a few paces, looking at Qi Wenzhi without fear. "I'll take this fight."

"Hahaha, is the Xu Family out of people? Sending a little girl like you?"

Qi Wenzhi burst into laughter and waved his hand. "Go on, go play house somewhere else."

Xu Mingshu's eyes flashed with anger. She immediately commanded, "Little White, whip him!"

The White Tiger, which had been standing quietly behind them, heard the command and leaped forward, positioning itself in front of Xu Mingshu. Its long, whip-like black and white tail, as hard as steel, whistled through the air and lashed out directly at his abdomen.

Qi Wenzhi was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated, but it was too late.

His body was grazed, and he was sent flying backward, landing face-first on the ground.

"What the hell!"

"Roar~"

The White Tiger also bared its fangs, roaring fearlessly at the crowd in front of the Yang mansion.

Several people were intimidated by the tiger's roar and took a few steps back.

Only Yang Shihui remained completely still.

"What kind of skill is relying on a Fierce Tiger? If you let us draw our weapons, we can definitely kill this beast."

Xu Mingshu showed no fear. "Being able to command fierce beasts is my skill. If you don't believe me, you can come out and spar with my Little White."

"No, no, no, it's a joyous occasion, bloodshed would be inauspicious," Yang Shichang quickly stopped them.

"Cousin, it seems the Xu Family isn't entirely useless."

Yang Shihui suddenly spoke. He looked at Xu Mingwei. "I heard from my uncle that your strength is good, with the Potential of a Grandmaster. Let's have a spar, and if I win, I won't stop you anymore. How about it?"

"Please." Xu Mingwei didn't waste words.

The two immediately clashed.

Bang bang bang~

After several exchanges, neither of them had gained the upper hand.

Xu Mingshu asked curiously, "Brother Shichang, this person is so powerful, he can actually spar with my elder brother."

Yang Shichang patted her head. "Don't underestimate people."

"My cousin is twenty-one this year, also at Houtian Peak. After a few more months of cultivation, he will take the Qi Gathering Pill to attempt to become an Innate Martial Artist. He's one of the rare geniuses of our generation."

"He's still not as good as my elder brother, my elder brother is only nineteen," Xu Mingshu snorted coldly.

"Perhaps, but the foundation of the main Yang Family is not something the Xu Family can compare to. It's hard to say what the future holds."

Then, Yang Shichang added, "My brother-in-law can indeed be considered a proud son of Yuehu Prefecture, but the truly powerful ones are those who become Innate Martial Artists before the age of twenty."

"Hmph, my elder brother won't lose," Xu Mingshu said firmly again.

"Brother Xu, you are indeed quite formidable. It's not easy for someone like you to emerge from a mere county town. But if you can't defeat me, don't expect me to let you through the Yang Manor gates."

Xu Mingwei's aura was as imposing as a mountain, his gaze piercing, as he quietly looked at Yang Shihui.

"Brother Yang is deliberately making things difficult for me, then I won't hold back either."

"Just make your move," Yang Shihui said confidently.

He wouldn't claim to be invincible in the Prefecture City, but in a county town, he was confident he could sweep aside all opponents.

After all, the martial arts and techniques of his Yang Family were not comparable to any small family in the county town.

"Brother Yang, your martial skills are indeed exquisite, but I, Xu, can overcome them with sheer force."

Xu Mingwei no longer held back.

His Internal Energy surged within him, circulating through his meridians.

An unadorned punch, yet it was like a pillar reaching the heavens, striking directly at the heart of the enemy.

Yang Shihui initially looked down on it, but as the fist wind hit him, he immediately understood the profoundness of this ordinary-looking punch.

Sheer force overcomes skill!

"Mysterious Turtle Hand!"

Yang Shihui intended to use this martial skill to deflect the force, but Xu Mingwei's power far surpassed his. Even after part of the force was deflected, he still broke free from the entwining arm.

Screech~

The sleeve of his arm was directly torn apart.

His chest took a blow, and he retreated more than ten steps. He grunted softly after stopping.

A hint of sweetness welled up in his throat, but he swallowed it deeply.

"Cousin (Brother-in-law)!"

A group of Yang Family disciples spoke up, their faces filled with worry.

Yang Shihui waved his hand and laughed heartily at Xu Mingwei, "Well said, 'Sheer force overcomes skill'!"

"You are worthy of my cousin."

Since Yang Shihui had given his approval, the other Yang Family disciples naturally didn't dare to block them anymore.

"Thank you."

Xu Mingwei cupped his fists and smiled slightly, about to lead his people inside.

"Wait." Yang Shichang stopped him. "My cousin's hurdle is passed, but there's still mine."

"Brother Shichang, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but you shouldn't ask for trouble," Xu Mingshu said with a smile.

"Little Xue Ji, I didn't say I wanted to spar," Yang Shichang's lips curled up. "My good brother-in-law, if you want to enter, first compose a poem to hasten the bridal procession!"

"Fortunately, I was prepared." Xu Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief. "Then listen carefully."

A fragrant carriage stops by the willow bank, silver candles in the painted hall illuminate the happy occasion. In the rhombus mirror, new eyebrows are drawn, by the tortoiseshell curtain, old dust is wiped away.

"Good!"

Upon hearing this, the whole hall erupted in cheers, and the applause was thunderous.

Then, Xu Mingwei paced back a few steps with his hands behind his back and said again:

"Do not say the celestial maiden's adornment is slow, know that Xiao Shi frequently waits at the noble's gate. The east wind has prepared golden reins, only waiting for you to comb your cloud-like hair evenly."