The Grand Wedding, The Bridal Chamber

Looking back, it was Tang Chen standing at the other end.

At this moment, Tang Chen wore an expression of someone watching a show, which made Yu Yuanzhen's face turn livid, yet since the other party was a Title Douluo, he was helpless.

He was so angry his teeth itched.

Ye Guyue stood with his hands behind his back. "Everyone, today let us show you the true face of Yu Xiaogang."

Bibi Dong licked her red lips. Beneath her phoenix veil, her slender, beautiful legs couldn't help but rub together; she desperately wanted to bear a child with Ye Guyue, partly to make amends for her own mistakes.

She had been too foolish. Ye Guyue had treated her so well, yet she had...

Sigh, Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong, if she had missed out on Ye Guyue, if she had followed Yu Xiaogang away.

The final outcome might have been even more miserable.

Sincerity in exchange for sincerity was useless. Yu Xiaogang, today I will give myself to Ye Guyue. You abandoned me, but there are others who treat me as a treasure. I will love him with all my heart, cherish him, and bear his children.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was ashen, his fingers gripping the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white.

He had intended to use the sect's reputation to demand an explanation for Yu Xiaogang, but every word and sentence in the crystal had laid out Yu Xiaogang's despicable schemes before the entire continent; he couldn't even utter a single word of defense.

The surrounding whispers shifted completely; those who had previously held a shred of sympathy for Yu Xiaogang now felt only contempt.

"And here I thought he was some misunderstood master. Turns out he's just a piece of trash who steals theories and deceives people's hearts."

"It's no wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can't hold its head high with such a thing in its ranks."

Ye Guyue put away the Dragon Breath Crystal, his red eyes sweeping calmly over the seats of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his voice clearly reaching every corner of the venue:

"My Martial Soul Hall never bullies others, but we will not tolerate anyone bullying those of our Martial Soul Hall.

Today, I have laid everything out. From this day forward, whoever dares to use Yu Xiaogang's affairs to stir up trouble will be an enemy of me, Ye Guyue, and an enemy of the entire Martial Soul Hall."

As his voice fell, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and the other elders simultaneously released their Title Douluo pressure, and the square fell into instant, deathly silence.

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth, and in the end, he could only lead the members of the Blue Lightning Clan away in a dejected retreat, not even daring to stay for the banquet.

With the farce concluded, Qian Xunji loudly announced that the wedding ceremony was complete.

Fireworks exploded across the sky, and deafening cheers of congratulations rose one after another.

Maids guided the guests to their seats, and the prepared banquet was served like a flowing stream; the entire Martial Soul Hall was plunged into a festive, boisterous atmosphere.

Under the corridor of the side hall outside the main palace, Qian Daoliu stood watching the bustle in the square, his fingertips gently swirling his wine glass.

Qian Xunji walked slowly to his side, bowed in salute, and accompanied him in looking into the distance: "Father, why are you not sitting inside?"

"It is too noisy inside; it is better to have some peace here."

Qian Daoliu took a sip of wine, his eyes filled with unconcealable joy.

"Guyue, that child, has finally found his place. Watching him grow up step by step, I have no more regrets now."

Qian Xunji felt a slight stir in his heart. He had previously only viewed Ye Guyue as a talented junior held in the palm of the Worship Hall, but only now did he truly understand his father's high regard.

A seventy-six-level Soul Saint at twenty years old, possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, with a steady mind and decisive methods—with such a person, the future of the Martial Soul Hall would only be more glorious than the present.

"Rest assured, Father. With Guyue and Dong'er together, they will surely complement each other. In the future, the position of Pope of the Martial Soul Hall will undoubtedly be Guyue's."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu turned to look at him and nodded slowly:

"It is good that you can understand this. Guyue's temperament is steadier than yours and more upright than Dong'er's. With him watching over her, that child Dong'er will not go astray again."

The two stood side by side under the corridor, listening to the clinking of glasses inside the hall, occasionally touching their own cups. They said nothing more, yet both felt a newfound certainty regarding the future of the Martial Soul Hall.

At the banquet, the stream of people coming to offer toasts was endless.

Ye Guyue had never liked socializing; he had barely handled a few cups before being intercepted by Guangling Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The two protected him from left and right, blocking all the toasts and waving their hands to urge them to return to the sleeping quarters quickly.

"Little Yueyue is getting married; how can he be delayed by this wine? Go on, we'll hold the fort here."

Ye Guyue smiled helplessly, took Bibi Dong's hand, and left the banquet amidst the good-natured laughter of the crowd.

In the Saintess's sleeping quarters, where red candles burned brightly, the room had long been decorated by maids to be full of festive cheer.

The palace doors closed, shutting out all the noise from outside, and in the spacious room, only the clear sound of their breathing remained.

Bibi Dong looked at Ye Guyue in his red wedding attire, her heart racing, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She had always thought her true love was Yu Xiaogang, and for him, she had been willing to stand against the entire Martial Soul Hall. Now, she realized that the person truly worthy of her life had been by her side all along.

Her heart was filled with both relief and guilt—relief that she had turned back in time, and guilt for all the worry she had caused Ye Guyue before.

Ye Guyue looked at her reddened eyes, reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, and softened his tone:

"It's a joyous day, why are you crying again?"

"Dong'er is just very happy."

Bibi Dong threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his chest. Her voice was tearful, yet filled with indescribable joy.

"Senior Brother, thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me. If even you didn't want me, Dong'er would really..."

Ye Guyue raised his hand to stroke her long hair.

"Stop crying, isn't everything wonderful now?"

Ye Guyue lowered his head and chuckled softly.

Bibi Dong looked up, her eyes rimmed with red, yet she smiled as she stood on tiptoe to kiss her husband before her.

The red candles flickered, casting their intertwined shadows against the wall; the clamor outside the window gradually faded away, leaving only a room filled with tenderness and lingering affection.

Just as they were about to consummate their marriage, Bibi Dong suddenly called out, "Senior Brother~"

Ye Guyue, startled back to his senses, asked, "What is it... mmmph."

Before he could finish, Bibi Dong stuffed something into his mouth.

"What did you feed me?" Ye Guyue's eyes widened. "Dong'er, you..."

"Senior Brother, this is Whale Rubber; I had it prepared long ago."

Bibi Dong gave a sly chuckle, her scheme a success, and she immediately took the initiative.

"Senior Brother, you are truly beautiful."

Bibi Dong hesitated no longer and began her work.

After a night of tempestuous passion.

When Ye Guyue woke the next morning, his waist felt sore, as if he had stumbled into the Web Cave.

"Is Senior Brother awake?"

Bibi Dong sat to the side, grinning, her face glowing with blissful satisfaction.

"Although Senior Brother was a bit fierce last night, you were still conquered by Dong'er."

Bibi Dong looked infatuated; in short, everything they experienced last night felt like the happiest moment of her life.

Her soul power was also vaguely showing signs of a breakthrough; if only there were a cultivation technique where dual cultivation could increase one's power.

If that were the case, she could quickly break through to become a Soul Emperor and even surpass her own husband.

Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong without a word, noticing that his white robes were torn into shreds scattered all over the floor.

"Senior Brother, why don't you try on a dress?"

Ye Guyue: ?