"People used to say he was a woman. Seeing him today, even as a man, he's enough to make the whole world stare."
Whispers spread through the crowd, but no one dared raise their voice. Their eyes stayed fixed on the two figures walking down the red carpet.
In the viewing stands, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance. They could both see the surprise in the other's eyes.
So beautiful—no, why did their hearts feel like they were stirring?
If they hadn't been told he was a man, they would have mistaken him for a woman.
Watching the two of them, Tang Chen smiled at the Qian Daoliu beside him.
"Brother Qian, your younger kinsman truly is a dragon among men. He's far stronger than we were back in our day."
Qian Daoliu's eyes were full of warmth as he gazed at Ye Guyue, his expression utterly indulgent.
In his life, he had taken the greatest pride in two things: safeguarding the Angel Clan's legacy and watching Ye Guyue grow up, one step at a time. Now, watching him marry, Qian Daoliu felt that his heart was finally whole.
The two of them were a match made in heaven.
After hearing that Ye Guyue had resolved the matter between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong, he had strictly forbidden her from contacting Bibi Dong for half a month. He wanted to see how Bibi Dong would react.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong's response had put his worries to rest. She came to the Worship Hall almost every day, but he always drove her away.
At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats, everyone looked grim.
News that Yu Xiaogang had been crippled and thrown out of Spirit City had already spread. They were in the wrong to begin with.
Now, watching the two dazzling figures on the red carpet, they didn't even dare lift their heads, afraid of displeasing Spirit Hall.
They didn't dare say anything. They were truly afraid of being punished.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had only one Titled Douluo left. They couldn't afford to provoke Spirit Hall, yet Yu Xiaogang had actually deceived the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall.
Wasn't that sheer stupidity, courting death?
Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi waved his folding fan, his gaze fixed on Ye Guyue. He felt more and more keenly how terrifying Spirit Hall would become in the future.
If the two of them joined together, the child they had would surely be an existence capable of suppressing everything.
It seemed the balance of power on the mainland really was going to change.
He had come today on his father's behalf. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master was in seclusion, and he had sent his son, the young sect master, out to meet more people.
On the red carpet, Ye Guyue seemed oblivious to the gazes around them. He only tightened his hold on Bibi Dong's hand a little.
Bibi Dong turned her head to meet Ye Guyue's eyes, utterly happy.
The days she had once spent living for Yu Xiaogang were already a thing of the past. From now on, her world held only one person: her senior sister.
The two walked slowly along the dozens of meters of red carpet. Only when they stepped onto the ceremonial platform did Qian Xunji rise to his feet. Looking out at the guests filling the space below, he loudly announced that the wedding ceremony was officially beginning.
His resounding voice carried across all of Spirit City, and deafening congratulations rang out across the plaza.
Firecrackers burst once more. Petals rained down from the sky, landing softly on their red robes.
Dressed in a golden formal suit, Qian Xunji looked handsome and dashing as he called out:
"Welcome, everyone, to the wedding ceremony of my two disciples."
"Here, I, Qian Xunji, announce that Ye Guyue is officially becoming Spirit Hall's Holy Son."
The announcement of a Holy Son caused an uproar. Everyone knew that the Holy Son was eligible to inherit the position of Pope.
With Qian Xunji as witness, Bibi Dong and Ye Guyue performed the rites of marriage.
Seeing this, Qian Xunji continued, "Do you both wish to stay by each other's side for the rest of your lives, never to part?"
Ye Guyue's expression was cool, but he tried hard to force a smile. "I do."
When it was Bibi Dong's turn, a blush spread across her exquisite face. She didn't answer. Instead, she rose onto her toes and kissed Ye Guyue on the lips of her own accord.
The people around them couldn't help but feel envious at the sight.
Actions spoke far more eloquently than words.
"Senior sister, I love you. For all my life."
Bibi Dong broke the kiss and spoke with deep affection.
Ye Guyue smiled faintly. "You're learning."
But now, he naturally had to show everyone what Yu Xiaogang had done after leaving—and what he had gone through.
Ye Guyue put his arms around Bibi Dong, then looked toward the applauding crowd, occasionally glancing at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's representatives.
A sense of foreboding stirred in Yu Yuanzhen.
The Holy Son, Ye Guyue, chuckled. "Everyone, since you've come, I can't let you leave empty-handed. Let me show you something interesting."
A Dragon Breath Crystal appeared in his hand. It clearly showed everything that had happened and could be considered a kind of image-recording stone.
He had managed to coax it out of Gu Yuena in the Star Dou Great Forest.
He infused it with a trace of Soul Power, and the Dragon Breath Crystal suddenly projected an image into the air. First came a clear view of Spirit Hall.
Then the scene shifted, revealing a gloomy, storm-lashed night.
Torrential rain poured down, and thunder rumbled without pause.
The pitted road, with puddles and mud everywhere, made the whole scene feel oppressive.
As the image moved, Yu Xiaogang came into view, lying beneath a tree with all four limbs broken.
"Xiaogang!"
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically. Even if Yu Xiaogang was useless, he was still his son.
Now he was lying beneath a tree like a stray dog, all four limbs broken, stripped of every trace of his former bearing.
In that instant, Yu Yuanzhen seemed to age several years. His hatred for Spirit Hall only grew fiercer.
No matter what, why had they tortured his son like this?
"Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, Ye Guyue—you despicable pair! I'll never let you get away with this!"
"If I make it back, I'll destroy Spirit Hall at any cost!"
Yu Xiaogang's furious shouts rang on and on, echoing through the rainy night.
"Destroy Spirit Hall?"
"How laughable. Is this the man who called himself a Grandmaster? He seduced the Holy Son's wife, then called the Holy Son and Holy Maiden a despicable pair. He got exactly what he deserved."
Watching Yu Xiaogang in the image, Bibi Dong laughed scornfully. But the one she was mocking wasn't someone else—it was her own self, who had once devoted herself to Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
She truly felt sorry for herself.
The scene shifted again. Yu Xiaogang crawled beneath a rain shelter, where an old man happened to pass by.
"Poor soul. Do you need help? I can give you something to eat."
Yu Xiaogang didn't appreciate his kindness. Instead, he began cursing. "Get lost! I don't need anyone's charity. I, Yu Xiaogang, am a genius. I'm a Grandmaster!"
The old man spat out, "Freak," and walked away.
"Hahaha! Bibi Dong, you fool! Why couldn't you keep letting me deceive you? You could've kept letting me use you. Why did you have to wake up?"
"And Ye Guyue, you detestable bastard. Once I rise again, I'll make you pay. I'll sell you straight to the Wind and Moon Pavilion!"
The image went dark once more. This time, though, it showed no new footage. Instead, it played the words Yu Xiaogang had let slip in the dungeon.
After hearing what Yu Xiaogang had said, everyone fell silent.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned especially grim.
He had deceived the Holy Maiden and, once he'd gotten what he wanted, could have simply kicked her aside.
His so-called Ten Core Competitive Theories were fake too, all plagiarized from Spirit Hall's books and passed off as his own.
"Brother Yu, your son has truly disappointed me."
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