Grand Wedding?!

"You were raised by my own hands."

"In this world, you are the only one I trust."

Bibi Dong's gaze became incredibly focused.

"Marry her."

"In the future, this vast foundation of Martial Soul Hall, and the entire future itself, will all be yours."

Feeling the gentle touch on his cheek, Gu Qing frowned slightly.

He, in truth, did not mind.

"I suppose that is possible."

Gu Qing rubbed his chin, his tone carrying a hint of rational hesitation.

"But with Qian Renxue's arrogant temperament, she may not be willing to marry me, right?"

The moment the name Qian Renxue was mentioned.

The softness on Bibi Dong's face vanished instantly.

Replacing it was a bone-chilling coldness.

"She has no choice."

Bibi Dong's tone was absolute.

"I have already announced this to the world."

"One month from now, the grand wedding will be held right here in Martial Soul Hall."

"You do not need to worry about anything."

Bibi Dong pressed firmly on Gu Qing's shoulder, settling the matter once and for all.

"During this time, adjust your state of mind, prepare yourself obediently, and simply be the groom."

Gu Qing looked at Bibi Dong's resolute attitude, which left no room for negotiation.

He knew this matter was already a foregone conclusion.

"Very well."

"I will listen to Aunt Dong."

Gu Qing agreed decisively.

In the depths of his heart, however, he had already rapidly calculated a clear account.

Douluo Continent was, after all, a world where strength reigned supreme.

In this place of survival of the fittest, no background could compare to having a strong fist of one's own.

Moreover, Qian Renxue carried the inheritance of the Angel God Position!

That was a genuine divine position.

If he could subdue her, it would be of immeasurable help to his long-term plans.

From any angle, taking Qian Renxue was not a loss.

A moment later.

Gu Qing escorted Bibi Dong out of the valley.

Watching that noble, purple-clad figure gradually disappear into the depths of the thick fog, Gu Qing's eyes became somewhat playful.

He knew a thing or two about Qian Renxue's unyielding, stubborn temper.

That girl was definitely not a puppet to be manipulated by others.

Following the current development of the situation, on the day of the wedding, Qian Renxue would likely cause a scene, perhaps even turning the ceremony upside down.

Rather than responding passively and becoming a laughingstock then.

It would be better to strike first.

He had to tame this arrogant little swan before the wedding took place!

It just so happened that upon leaving seclusion this time, his soul power had reached the level ninety bottleneck.

He urgently needed to go to the outside world to obtain his ninth soul ring.

And Qian Renxue, at this moment, should be lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire, executing her plan to usurp the throne.

"I might as well take a trip to Heaven Dou."

Gu Qing made up his mind, turned around, and walked back to the wooden house to prepare his bags.

Heaven Dou Empire, Crown Prince's East Palace.

Inside a magnificent secret chamber, the light was slightly dim.

Qian Renxue had already shed the disguise of Xue Qinghe, returning to her original, stunning female appearance.

At this moment, she was pacing back and forth in the spacious room like a restless, trapped beast.

Her mind was in complete turmoil.

Every thought was filled with the cold, ruthless scenes that had unfolded within the Pope Palace.

As she paced, the hem of her magnificent gown swayed gently.

A pair of long, slender, and breathtakingly beautiful legs appeared and disappeared between the folds of the fabric, each step landing with heavy force.

Her proud and fiery figure rose and fell with the violent fluctuations of her emotions.

How on earth was she supposed to call off this engagement?

Qian Renxue bit her delicate red lips tightly with her pearly teeth, her brain spinning at high speed.

Her mother's attitude was far too resolute.

Having even resorted to announcing it to the world—a move that burned all bridges—it seemed there was no possibility of changing her mind.

Trying to get Bibi Dong to retract her decree was nothing short of a fantasy.

Since the source could not be resolved, the only option was to find a breakthrough through the person involved.

The only way was to make that man, Gu Qing, step forward and call off the engagement himself!

As long as the groom-to-be publicly reneged and refused to marry, the marriage would naturally be void.

Yet, the moment she thought of the intelligence regarding Gu Qing, Qian Renxue felt a deep sense of frustration.

For so many years, she had dispatched countless elite scouts, both openly and in secret.

She had spared no cost in her attempt to uncover the true background of this adopted son.

Alas, the man was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

Other than knowing that the fellow held the title of Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall and had been kept by Bibi Dong in a secluded residence in the back mountains for years, all other information was a complete fog.

Specific strength? Unknown.

Spirit Ring configuration? Unknown.

Throughout the entire Martial Soul Hall, not a single person could even describe what he looked like!

Qian Renxue stopped abruptly, her long legs tensing.

She swept the expensive tea set off the table with a single motion.

The crisp sound of shattering echoed harshly within the secret chamber.

She clenched her fists, her sharp nails nearly piercing her palms.

"A piece of trash who relies on my mother's support and only knows how to hide behind a woman's skirts to enjoy a life of ease!"

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with contempt and extreme humiliation.

A hothouse flower that had never experienced the slightest bit of wind, rain, or slaughter, actually dared to covet her?

"You want to marry me?"

Qian Renxue let out a cold laugh, her flawless face etched with an aloof and absolute resolve.

"Gu Qing, don't you dare think about it!"

"Expecting me, Qian Renxue, to serve you obediently—you are simply dreaming!"

A few days later.

Gu Qing quietly left the secluded place of cultivation in Martial Soul Hall.

Without alerting any guards, he set off directly toward the Heaven Dou Empire.

On the wide, flat official road.

A carriage, unassuming on the outside but incredibly luxurious within, was moving at a steady pace.

Gu Qing leaned lazily against the soft velvet cushions.

He held a glass of crimson fruit wine in his hand, his demeanor relaxed to the extreme.

The mountain scenery along the way flashed rapidly past the carriage window.

Just then, that crisp, mechanical voice rang out in his mind right on schedule.

[Ding!]

[Daily sign-in successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a new skill: Life Domain!]

Hearing these four words, the fingers Gu Qing used to hold the goblet tightened slightly.

A burst of fanatical brilliance erupted from the depths of his profound eyes.

A domain-type skill!

This was an incredibly rare and maddeningly precious existence across the entire Douluo Continent.

A vast amount of information regarding the skill's operation rapidly integrated into the depths of his memory.

Life Domain: Once activated, it forms an absolute space saturated with extreme vitality.

Within the coverage area of this domain.

The host will automatically trigger a terrifying recovery effect every ten seconds.

Forcibly restoring one percent of one's own soul power!

After understanding this mechanism, Gu Qing could not help but gasp.

One percent recovery every ten seconds.

This meant that as long as the domain was not forcibly broken, his endurance in battle would reach an incredibly perverted level.

This was simply the ultimate divine skill for protracted wars of attrition.

The rewards provided by this Sign-in System had truly never disappointed him.