A Wedding in Spirit City Half a Month Later! Yu Xiaogang Imprisoned? Qian Yu: A Nobody Dares Covet the Saintess?

"Agreed."

Qian Xunji gave a cold laugh, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

What did it matter if they released a nobody who couldn't even break through level thirty?

As long as they could keep Bibi Dong's peerless talent in Spirit Hall, it was worth it.

Qian Yu watched everything quietly, his expression utterly unchanged.

He started forward and slowly approached Bibi Dong.

The distance between them dwindled until they stood face-to-face.

Bibi Dong instinctively tried to step back, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

All she could do was lift her head, her dead eyes brimming with hatred.

She stared coldly at the man before her, who was about to become her husband.

Seeing her look like a trapped beast, Qian Yu suddenly gave a soft laugh.

He slowly raised his hand as Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply.

His touch was gentle, yet impossible to resist, as he gripped her smooth chin.

He forced her to tilt her head up slightly and meet his eyes.

"Dong'er, that expression doesn't suit a bride."

Qian Yu's voice was as warm as jade, yet it carried the calm authority of a man who controlled everything:

"I'll have Senior Brother release that nobody."

"But from today onward, remember your new identity."

Qian Yu lowered his head and leaned close to Bibi Dong's ear. His voice was even, but every word cut to the heart:

"You are Spirit Hall's Saintess, and you will also be my wife, Qian Yu's."

"Bury those thoughts you shouldn't have, along with that nobody's name."

"If I find out you have anything more to do with him, I promise you'll watch him be crushed into pulp, bit by bit."

Bibi Dong's pupils jolted, and it felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss.

She looked at Qian Yu's face, so close to hers—handsome beyond compare, yet utterly cold.

At last, she understood that this man was far more unfathomable than Qian Xunji, and far more dangerous.

Qian Yu slowly released her.

The icy touch of his fingers vanished, but Bibi Dong felt as though all the blood in her body had frozen.

She clenched her teeth, fighting the trembling rising from the depths of her soul, and lowered her proud head in humiliation:

"I... understand."

Seeing Bibi Dong finally accept her fate, Qian Yu withdrew his gaze in satisfaction.

Qian Yu turned around.

The cruelty and coldness on his face vanished at once, replaced by his usual gentle, untroubled expression.

It was as if the man who had just made the most heartless threat in the calmest voice had never been him.

"Senior Brother."

Qian Yu looked toward Qian Xunji on the raised platform and cupped his hands slightly.

"Now that Dong'er has agreed to the marriage, Yu Xiaogang is a liability if we keep him here.

Why not leave him to me to deal with, Senior Brother?"

Qian Xunji was in an excellent mood, and he was especially pleased to hear Qian Yu call her "Dong'er," a name that sounded so intimate.

In his eyes, Qian Yu was willingly taking this mess off his hands and beginning to assert his claim over Bibi Dong.

It was exactly what he had hoped to see.

"Good!

Since you're willing to take care of it, that nobody is yours to deal with."

Qian Xunji swept a hand through the air and agreed without hesitation.

Then he stood and surveyed the empty hall with an imposing gaze, his voice ringing out:

"Receive my decree!"

"Saintess Bibi Dong is exceptionally gifted and of noble character.

I hereby betroth her to Qian Yu of the Worship Hall. Their wedding will be held in Spirit City half a month from now!"

"The wedding shall be prepared according to Spirit Hall's highest rites and announced throughout the land!"

Qian Xunji's words echoed through the hall like thunder.

They also completely shattered the last unrealistic glimmer of hope in Bibi Dong's heart.

Half a month...

There were only half a month left.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes and swayed slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away.

"Dong'er, you've been through a fright these past few days. Go back and get some rest.

You don't need to worry about the wedding preparations. Just focus on being a bride."

Qian Yu turned to Bibi Dong, his tone gentle and even somewhat considerate.

But to Bibi Dong, that gentle voice sounded like a deadly curse.

She didn't speak. Like a walking corpse, she turned and staggered toward the hall's exit.

The white figure that had once been peerlessly graceful and haughty now looked utterly desolate and forlorn.

Qian Yu watched Bibi Dong disappear through the doorway, a strange glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Junior Brother, aren't you being too gentle with her?"

Qian Xunji came down from the raised platform and joined Qian Yu. Looking toward the entrance, he snorted.

"That girl needs to be taught a lesson. I spoiled her, and now she's actually done something so disgraceful, bringing shame upon Spirit Hall.

If she dares entertain any more rebellious thoughts in the future..."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother."

Qian Yu smiled faintly, cutting Qian Xunji off.

He turned his head slightly, his voice so calm it sent a chill through the heart:

"In my hands, she has no choice but to obediently become a bride of the Qian Family and Spirit Hall's Saintess. There won't be a second path for her."

"As for that worthless dragon from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan..."

Qian Yu's lips curved into a frigid smile.

"I'll show him what true despair is.

I'll make sure he never dares set foot in Spirit City again for the rest of his life.

And he'll never again dare let the name 'Bibi Dong' cross his mind."

Seeing Qian Yu's untroubled expression, one that nevertheless radiated absolute control,

Qian Xunji was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!

Good!

With you saying that, I can finally rest easy!"

Spirit Hall's dark, damp underground prison.

The air reeked of blood and mold, nauseating to the senses.

"Drip... drip..."

Water drops fell from the moss-covered stone walls, their sound piercingly clear in the dead silence of the cell.

Yu Xiaogang hung suspended in midair, his limbs spread wide, bound by thick steel chains.

His body was covered in whip marks and burns. His once-neat clothes were now torn to shreds and soaked in dark red blood.

His breath was faint, and he was disheveled.

There was no sign left of the self-important "Grandmaster" who had once spoken so eloquently.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

A steady, measured rhythm of footsteps shattered the prison's silence.

As the footsteps drew closer, a sacred, searing aura forced its way into this dark corner.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to lift his heavy eyelids.

The dazzling golden light made him squint instinctively.

Once his eyes adjusted, he saw who had arrived.

A white-robed young man, flawless and handsome as a deity.

His immaculate clothes stood in stark contrast to the filthy, foul-smelling prison.

The young man stood silently outside the cell, looking down at him.

His gaze held no anger, contempt, or mockery.

There was only the utter indifference one might show toward an ant by the roadside, one that could be crushed at any moment.

"Who... who are you..."

Yu Xiaogang's throat rasped like a broken bellows as he struggled to ask.

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, studying Yu Xiaogang for a moment before suddenly giving a soft laugh.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's mutated, useless Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao. Innate Soul Power of half a level, and you'll never break through level thirty in your life."

"You came up with a bunch of so-called 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.'

All you did was repackage the basic theories in Spirit Hall's Library Pavilion, stealing other people's ideas, and then brazenly call yourself a Grandmaster."

With every word Qian Yu spoke, Yu Xiaogang's face grew paler. Humiliation and fury at being exposed surged in his eyes.

"You, a worthless nobody with nothing to your name, actually dared to dream of taking Spirit Hall's Saintess away?"

Qian Yu shook his head slightly, his tone laced with lofty pity:

"I truly don't know who gave you the nerve."