Half a Month Later, a Grand Wedding in Martial Soul City! Yu Xiaogang Imprisoned? Qian Yu: A Good-for-Nothing Dares to Covet the Saintess?

"It's a deal."

Qian Xunji sneered, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes.

A mere piece of trash who couldn't even break through level thirty—what did it matter if he let him go?

As long as he could keep Bibi Dong's one-in-a-million talent within Martial Soul Hall, everything was worth it.

Qian Yu watched all of this quietly, his expression without the slightest ripple.

He took a step forward, slowly walking up to Bibi Dong.

The distance between the two was mere inches.

Bibi Dong subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

She could only lift her head, using those dead, hate-filled eyes.

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

Qian Yu looked at her appearance, like a trapped beast, and suddenly chuckled.

He slowly raised his hand, and in the reflection of Bibi Dong's suddenly constricted pupils, He gripped her smooth chin with a movement that was gentle yet impossible to resist.

He forced her to tilt her head back slightly, making her look directly into his eyes.

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

Qian Yu's voice was as warm as jade, yet it carried a sense of composure and dominance that suggested he controlled everything:

"As for that piece of trash, I will have Senior Brother let him go."

"But from today on, you must remember your new identity."

Qian Yu leaned down slightly, moving close to Bibi Dong's ear, his tone calm yet every word piercing her heart, audible only to the two of them:

"You are the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, and you will also be the wife of me, Qian Yu."

"Bury the thoughts you shouldn't have, along with that trash's name, deep in the dirt."

"If I ever find out you have even the slightest connection with him again, I promise you, you will watch with your own eyes as he is ground into meat paste, inch by inch."

Bibi Dong's pupils shook violently, her entire body feeling as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

She looked at Qian Yu's face, so close to her own—incomparably handsome yet utterly cold.

She finally understood that the man before her was far more unfathomable and dangerous than Qian Xunji.

Qian Yu slowly released his grip.

As the cold sensation of his fingertips left her, Bibi Dong felt as if the blood in her entire body had frozen.

She bit her lip hard, suppressing the trembling rising from the depths of her soul, and lowered her proud head in humiliation:

"I... understand."

Seeing Bibi Dong's posture of total resignation, Qian Yu withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Qian Yu turned around.

The cruelty and coldness on his face vanished in an instant, replaced once again by that warm, jade-like, and indifferent demeanor.

It was as if the person who had just used the calmest tone to deliver the most heart-piercing threat was not him at all.

"Senior Brother."

Qian Yu looked toward Qian Xunji on the high platform and bowed slightly:

"Since Dong'er has already agreed to the marriage, keeping Yu Xiaogang around is nothing but a disaster.

Why not let this junior brother handle him?"

Qian Xunji was in an excellent mood, and he was particularly pleased by Qian Yu's slightly intimate use of "Dong'er."

In his view, Qian Yu's willingness to take over this mess and begin asserting his sovereignty over Bibi Dong was exactly the situation he had hoped to see.

"Good!

Since you are willing to take the trouble, that piece of trash is yours to deal with."

Qian Xunji waved his hand, agreeing without the slightest hesitation.

Following this, he stood up, his gaze sweeping majestically across the empty hall, his voice booming:

"Hear my decree!"

"Saintess Bibi Dong, gifted with extraordinary talent and virtuous character.

She is hereby betrothed to Qian Yu of the Worship Hall; the grand wedding shall be held in Martial Soul City in half a month!"

"The wedding shall be prepared according to the highest rites of Martial Soul Hall and announced to the world!"

Qian Xunji's words echoed through the hall like a thunderclap.

They also completely severed the last shred of unrealistic fantasy in Bibi Dong's heart.

Half a month...

Only half a month remained.

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

"Dong'er, you have been through a lot these past few days; go back and rest early.

There is no need for you to worry about the preparations for the grand wedding; you only need to set your heart at ease and be a bride."

Qian Yu turned to look at Bibi Dong, his tone gentle, even carrying a hint of consideration.

Yet, to Bibi Dong, this gentle voice sounded like a death curse.

She did not speak, merely turning around like a walking corpse and stumbling toward the exit of the hall.

That figure in white, once peerless and arrogantly proud, now appeared incomparably desolate and lonely.

Qian Yu watched as Bibi Dong's silhouette vanished at the hall entrance, a strange light flashing through his deep eyes.

"Junior brother, aren't you being a bit too gentle with her?"

Qian Xunji descended from the high platform, came to Qian Yu's side, and looked toward the hall entrance with a cold snort:

"This girl simply lacks discipline; I spoiled her too much, and now she dares to commit such a scandal that shames the reputation of Martial Soul Hall.

If she ever dares to harbor any restless thoughts again..."

"Rest assured, Senior brother."

Qian Yu smiled faintly, interrupting Qian Xunji.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone so calm it was chilling:

"Once she is in my hands, she will have no other path to choose but to be a dutiful daughter-in-law of the Qian family and the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall.

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

A cold arc curled at the corner of Qian Yu's mouth.

"I will make him understand what true despair is.

I will ensure that for the rest of his life, he will never dare to step foot into Martial Soul City again.

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

Watching Qian Yu's nonchalant expression, which nonetheless exuded absolute control, Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha!

Good!

With those words from you, Senior brother is completely at ease!"

Martial Soul Hall, the dark and damp underground water dungeon.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of blood and a nauseating, musty odor.

"Drip... drip..."

Water droplets fell from the moss-covered stone walls, sounding exceptionally clear in the deathly silent cell.

Yu Xiaogang was suspended in mid-air, his limbs spread wide by thick, refined steel chains.

His entire body was covered in whip marks and burn scars, his once-neat clothes long since shredded and soaked through with dark red blood.

At this moment, his breath was weak, his hair disheveled and face filthy.

There was no trace left of the "Grandmaster" who once prided himself on his high-mindedness and eloquence.

"Step, step, step..."

A steady, rhythmic sound of footsteps shattered the silence of the water dungeon.

As the footsteps drew closer, a sacred and scorching aura forcibly intruded into this dark corner.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to lift his heavy eyelids.

The blinding golden light made him instinctively squint.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the person who had arrived.

It was a young man in white, as handsome and flawless as a deity.

His pristine, spotless clothes formed a stark contrast with the filthy, foul-smelling water dungeon.

The young man stood quietly outside the cell door, looking down at him from a position of superiority.

In those eyes, there was no anger, disdain, or mockery.

There was only an absolute indifference, as if he were looking at an ant by the roadside that could be crushed at any moment.

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

Yu Xiaogang asked with great difficulty, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows.

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, quietly studying Yu Xiaogang for a moment before suddenly letting out a soft chuckle.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's mutated trash Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, with half a level of Innate Soul Power, unable to break through level thirty for his entire life."

"You proposed a bunch of so-called 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul'."

"It is nothing more than picking up the scraps of others, repackaging the basic theories from the Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion, and then having the audacity to self-importantly call yourself a Master."

With every word Qian Yu spoke, Yu Xiaogang's face grew a shade paler, his eyes surging with intense humiliation and the fury of being exposed.

"And it is a good-for-nothing piece of trash like you who actually dares to harbor delusions of taking away the Holy Maiden of Martial Soul Hall?"

Qian Yu shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of condescending pity:

"I truly do not know who gave you the courage."