When he glanced back, he saw Tang Chen at the other end.
Tang Chen was watching the scene with an expression like he was enjoying the show. Yu Yuanzhen's face turned livid, but Tang Chen was a Titled Douluo, so there was nothing Yu Yuanzhen could do.
He was so furious his teeth ached.
Ye Guyue rose to his feet with his hands behind his back. "Everyone, today I'll show you what Yu Xiaogang is really like."
Bibi Dong licked her red lips. Beneath her phoenix coronet, her long, shapely legs rubbed together despite herself. She really wanted to have a child with Ye Guyue, partly to make up for her past mistakes.
She had been so foolish. Ye Guyue had treated her so well, yet she had...
Alas, Bibi Dong, oh, Bibi Dong. If she missed her chance with Ye Guyue, if she had left with Yu Xiaogang...
The end result might have been even more tragic.
Sincerity had gotten her nowhere. Yu Xiaogang, today I'll marry Ye Guyue. You abandoned me, but someone else will treasure me as if I were precious. I'll give him all my love, cherish him, and bear his child.
Yu Yuanzhen's face was ashen. He gripped the armrest of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He had meant to use the clan's reputation to demand an explanation for Yu Xiaogang, but every word displayed on the crystal laid bare Yu Xiaogang's despicable schemes before the entire continent. Yu Yuanzhen couldn't even offer a single word in his defense.
The murmuring around them had completely changed its tune. Those who had felt even a little sympathy for Yu Xiaogang now looked at him with nothing but contempt.
"I can't believe I thought he was some misunderstood Grandmaster. Turns out he's just a plagiarist and a heartless swindler."
"No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can't hold its head high, with someone like that among them."
Ye Guyue put away the Dragon Breath Crystal and swept his red eyes over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats. His voice rang clearly throughout the venue:
"Our Spirit Hall has never bullied others without cause, but neither will we tolerate anyone bullying our people.
"Let me make this clear today: if anyone dares use Yu Xiaogang's affairs to stir up trouble again, they'll be making an enemy of me, Ye Guyue, and of Spirit Hall as a whole."
As his words fell, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and the other enshrined elders released the pressure of their Titled Douluo ranks. The plaza fell utterly silent.
Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth. In the end, he could only leave early with the people of the Blue Lightning Clan, tail between his legs. He didn't even dare stay for the banquet.
With the farce over, Qian Xunji loudly announced the wedding ceremony complete.
Fireworks burst across the sky once more, and deafening congratulations rang out from every side.
The maids ushered the guests to their seats, and the prepared dishes soon flowed out in an endless stream. All of Spirit Hall was swept up in the festive uproar.
Beneath the corridor of a side hall outside the main hall, Qian Daoliu stood watching the lively plaza, gently swirling the wine in his glass.
Qian Xunji walked over and bowed, looking toward the distance with him. "Father, why aren't you sitting inside?"
"It's too noisy in there. It's quieter here."
Qian Daoliu took a sip of wine, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.
"That child, Guyue, has finally found someone to share his life with. I've watched him grow up step by step. Now I can say I have no regrets."
Qian Xunji's heart stirred. He had always thought of Ye Guyue as a talented junior whom the Worship Hall doted on, but only now did he truly understand how highly his father regarded him.
A seventy-sixth-level Soul Saint at just twenty, with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, a steady mind, and decisive methods— with someone like him, Spirit Hall's future could only be brighter than its present.
"Rest assured, Father. Guyue and Dong'er will complement each other. And one day, the position of Spirit Hall's Pope will surely belong to Guyue."
At that, Qian Daoliu turned to look at him, then slowly nodded.
"It's good that you understand. Guyue is steadier than you, and his character is more upright than Dong'er's. With him watching over her, that child won't stray down the wrong path again."
The two stood side by side beneath the corridor, listening to the clinking of cups and lively conversation within the hall. Now and then, they touched their glasses together. They said little else, but both felt more certain about Spirit Hall's future.
At the banquet, guests came one after another to offer toasts.
Ye Guyue had never liked socializing. After fending off a few toasts, he was stopped by Guangling Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo.
The two guarded him from either side, fending off every toast and waving the guests away, urging them to hurry back to the palace.
"It's Little Yueyue's wedding day! We can't let all this drinking hold him up. Hurry back—we'll handle things here."
Ye Guyue could only smile helplessly. He took Bibi Dong's hand and left the banquet amid the guests' good-natured laughter.
Inside the Saintess Palace, crimson candles burned brightly, and the maids had decorated the entire room for the joyous occasion.
The doors closed, shutting out all the noise from outside. In the spacious room, only the sound of their breathing remained.
Bibi Dong gazed at Ye Guyue, dressed in red before her, her heart racing and her fingertips trembling slightly.
She had once believed Yu Xiaogang was the man meant for her. She had even been willing to set herself against all of Spirit Hall for him. Now she understood that the person truly worthy of her devotion had been by her side all along.
She felt both relieved and guilty—relieved that she had turned back in time, and guilty for making Ye Guyue worry so much before.
Seeing her reddened eyes, Ye Guyue reached out and wiped her tears, his voice softening.
"It's our big day. Why are you crying again?"
"Dong'er's just so happy."
Bibi Dong threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face against his chest. Her voice came out all choked with tears, but she was indescribably happy.
"Senior Brother, thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me. If even you didn't want me anymore, Dong'er really..."
Ye Guyue raised a hand and gently stroked her long hair.
"Don't cry. Isn't everything wonderful now?"
Ye Guyue lowered his head and chuckled softly.
Bibi Dong looked up, her eyes red, but smiling. She rose onto her toes and kissed the husband before her.
The red candles flickered, casting the shadows of their intertwined figures. The noise outside gradually faded, leaving only tenderness and affection in the room.
Just as they were about to consummate their marriage, Bibi Dong suddenly called out, "Senior Brother~"
Ye Guyue came back to himself. "What is it... Mmph."
Before he could finish speaking, Bibi Dong shoved something into his mouth.
"What did you just make me eat?" Ye Guyue's eyes widened. "Dong'er, you..."
"Senior Brother, it's Whale Rubber. I prepared it a long time ago."
Bibi Dong giggled, her scheme a success, and took the initiative.
"Senior Brother, you're so beautiful."
Bibi Dong didn't hesitate any longer. She got started.
After a night of wild passion.
The next morning, when Ye Guyue woke, his lower back ached a little, as though he'd been trapped in Web Cave.
"Senior Brother, you're awake?"
Bibi Dong sat beside him, grinning, her face full of happy satisfaction.
"Senior Brother was pretty fierce last night, but Dong'er still conquered him."
Bibi Dong looked utterly enamored. Everything that had happened the night before had made it the happiest moment of her life.
Her Soul Power seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough, too. If only there were a cultivation technique that could raise one's cultivation through dual cultivation.
That way, she could quickly break through to Soul Emperor and even catch up with her husband.
Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong without answering. Then he noticed his white robe had been torn to shreds and lay scattered across the floor.
"Senior Brother, why don't you try wearing a skirt?"
Ye Guyue: ?
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