Entering the Bridal Chamber! Bibi Dong's Revenge: Yu Xiaogang, If You Treat Me Like This, Then I'll Go to Qian Yu!

"Ugh..."

Bibi Dong buried her face in Qian Yu's broad chest.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and scalding tears, like a bursting dam, instantly soaked the luxurious dark gold ceremonial robe on Qian Yu's chest.

She did not wail, only emitting a whimper suppressed to the extreme, like a wounded little beast.

This was the most thorough memorial and burial for that ridiculous first love of the past.

Feeling the trembling delicate body in his arms and the warmth and moisture spreading across his chest.

A trace of imperceptible amusement flashed in the depths of Qian Yu's profound eyes.

In his heart, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The beginning is always the hardest part.

Dealing with a stubborn "love-struck fool" like Bibi Dong, the hardest part was breaking the filter of self-indulgent sentimentality in her heart.

Now, the hypocritical, cowardly, and selfish true face of Yu Xiaogang.

Had been completely torn apart.

It was laid out before her, bloody and raw.

What followed would be much simpler.

Qian Yu had all the time in the world.

He could gradually take apart those insignificant "theoretical talents" and "virtues" of Yu Xiaogang in Bibi Dong's heart.

One by one, dismantling them and grinding them into mud!

Until her body and mind belonged completely and utterly to him, Qian Yu, alone.

At this moment, in the VIP seating area.

The atmosphere was strange to the extreme.

At the seats of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The representative leading the team, Yu Xiaogang's second uncle, Yu Luomian.

Was currently keeping his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

His old face was flushed a deep purple-red; he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right then and there!

It was too shameful!

A direct descendant of one of the Upper Three Sects, actually fighting a dog for half a moldy bun and swindling a widow!

This was simply throwing the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan on the ground and grinding it into the dirt!

The surrounding gazes, filled with faint mockery.

Stabbed into Yu Luomian's back like knives, making him feel incomparable shame and humiliation.

And high above on the steps of the Pope Palace.

On an observation platform.

Qian Xunji was looking down from a position of superiority at everything happening in the plaza.

Watching the scene of Bibi Dong taking the initiative to hug Qian Yu and weeping bitterly.

Qian Xunji was very satisfied.

Qian Xunji nodded slowly, his eyes filled with admiration.

"To subdue the enemy without fighting, and to destroy their heart while killing them..."

Qian Xunji praised him secretly in his heart.

His own junior brother's methods were nothing short of genius!

He had originally been troubled by how to handle Bibi Dong, a Saintess with extraordinary talent who was nonetheless infatuated with Yu Xiaogang.

If he had forcibly broken them up, it would only have invited Bibi Dong's desperate retaliation and resentment.

But this "public execution via Image Recording Stone" by Qian Yu.

Not only severed Bibi Dong's romantic ties without shedding a drop of blood, making her give up completely.

It also took the opportunity to fiercely suppress the arrogant spirit of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and boosted the prestige of the Spirit Hall.

Killing two birds with one stone, absolutely perfect!

Qian Yu gently patted Bibi Dong's trembling back, his thoughts shifting.

His Storage Ring flashed with a faint light.

Two exquisite jade cups appeared in his hands out of thin air.

These were the nuptial wine cups he had prepared long ago.

"Dong'er, the past must stay in the past.

From this day forward, you belong only to me."

Qian Yu's voice turned gentle.

As Bibi Dong's attitude toward him shifted, he had to adjust his own demeanor accordingly.

Although he had spent twenty years in bitter cultivation in this life.

That did not mean he, Qian Yu, was a virgin.

In his past life, he, Qian Yu, was...

Ahem!

Qian Yu handed one of the wine cups to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong slowly raised her head.

Her stunningly beautiful face was still streaked with tears, but her eyes had become completely numb.

Bibi Dong reached out a slender hand mechanically and took the jade cup.

Their arms intertwined.

Under the gaze of the continent's top powers, they drank the cup of wine that symbolized their union.

Once the wine was finished, Qian Yu did not give Bibi Dong any time to wallow in her sorrow.

He stretched out his long arms, sliding them behind her knees and around her slender waist.

Amidst a chorus of gasps from the crowd, he domineeringly swept her up into his arms.

The fragrant, soft beauty was now in his embrace.

That intoxicating, unique scent belonging to Bibi Dong instantly rushed into his nostrils, lingering at the tip of his nose.

Even through the intricate and luxurious wedding dress, Qian Yu could clearly feel it.

The delicate, boneless body of the beauty in his arms, and the warm, soft sensation where their skin touched.

This feeling of completely conquering a peerless genius, the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, and holding her in the palm of his hand.

It was incredibly intoxicating.

Feeling the submission and helplessness of the person in his arms.

A satisfied chuckle flickered in Qian Yu's eyes.

Only then did the people in the plaza wake up as if from a dream.

Regardless of what they were thinking inside.

Representatives of the major powers stood up one after another, their faces quickly plastered with fawning smiles.

They shouted in unison:

"Congratulations to the Holy Son and Saintess on your grand wedding!

May you be together for a hundred years!"

A few days ago.

Qian Xunji had issued an order appointing Qian Yu as the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall.

A Holy Son paired with a Saintess—a talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match!

"Wishing Lord Qian Yu and Her Highness the Saintess a son soon, and may Martial Soul Hall prosper for generations to come!"

Amidst the deafening cheers and well-wishes that echoed through the sky.

Qian Yu carried Bibi Dong.

Ignoring the various expressions of the people below the stage.

With a tall, upright posture and steady steps.

Holding Bibi Dong, Qian Yu turned and stepped onto the red carpet covered in flower petals.

Under the respectful bows of two rows of Cardinals.

He walked straight toward the bridal chamber.

Creak—

The door was pushed open and then closed by Qian Yu with a flick of his hand.

Inside the bridal chamber, red silk swayed, and the dragon-and-phoenix wedding candles cast a dim, ambiguous glow.

Qian Yu gently placed the boneless-feeling Bibi Dong onto the soft bed covered in red dates and longans.

Afterward, Qian Yu turned around, his fingertips moved slightly, and a wisp of Soul Power rippled out.

Whoosh—

The flickering candlelight extinguished instantly.

The entire room plunged into darkness.

Bibi Dong sat dazed on the edge of the bed, watching as Qian Yu walked toward her step by step.

In her mind, the light screen displayed the disgusting face of Yu Xiaogang—fawning, selfish, and even embracing other women.

It flickered madly once more, like a nightmare.

"That woman is nothing but a jinx..."

"Sister Qin, you are the most important person in my life..."

Yu Xiaogang's heartless and venomous words.

They were like poisoned daggers, shredding her once-pure heart into pieces.

After the depths of despair and sorrow.

An unprecedented desire for revenge sprouted and spread wildly in the depths of Bibi Dong's heart, like weeds.

Yu Xiaogang, since you cast my sincerity aside like trash, turning to crawl into another woman's bed for a mere scrap of leftovers!

Then why should I, Bibi Dong, keep myself chaste for a piece of filth like you?!

If you want to trample on my feelings, then I will give myself, completely and utterly, to the man who has you crushed beneath his feet!

Watching Qian Yu approach.

Bibi Dong bit her red lips hard, a flash of resolve and madness flickering in her previously hollow eyes.

She steeled her heart.

Under Qian Yu's slightly surprised gaze, Bibi Dong stood up of her own accord.

There was none of her usual resistance.

Like a moth to a flame.

Bibi Dong rushed toward Qian Yu's broad chest, carried by a gust of fragrant wind!

Her slender arms wrapped tightly around Qian Yu's neck.

She pressed her burning, soft body against him, holding nothing back.