Post-Marriage Visit

Ye Guyue looked at the red dress embroidered with gold thread in Bibi Dong's hands, his temple twitching. He immediately shot her a glare, his tone resolute.

"Impossible. I'd rather die than wear that."

He had been bottling up a surge of frustration for a long time.

Since he was a child, he had been mistaken for a girl by countless people. The appearance and charm stats the system had randomly added were already enough of a headache, let alone voluntarily putting on a dress.

If he actually wore it, he feared he would never be able to shake the title of "Miss Ye" for the rest of his life.

Furthermore, the experience of being coerced by Gu Yuena was still fresh in his mind; he would never again allow others to treat him like a woman, not even Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong giggled, sidled up to him, grabbed his arm, and gave it a gentle shake, her voice softening into a coquettish plea:

"Husband, just wear it once, okay? Just wear it for me to see, please?"

Ye Guyue felt his earlobes heat up at the word "husband," but he still kept his face taut and pulled his arm back, his stance not softening in the slightest.

"I said I won't wear it, so I won't. Stop messing around."

He knew clearly that in such matters, if there was a first time, there would be countless others. If he gave in today, there was no telling how many bizarre things Bibi Dong might pull out to torment him in the future. He absolutely could not break his bottom line.

Bibi Dong watched his unyielding expression and puffed out her cheeks. In the end, she reluctantly put the dress away, though a hint of unwillingness remained hidden in the depths of her eyes.

She secretly calculated that it didn't matter if she didn't succeed this time; after all, there was a long life ahead, and one day she would surely make her senior sister willingly wear a dress for her.

Bibi Dong stopped acting out and took a set of prepared daily robes from her storage Soul Tool, handing them to Ye Guyue.

Ye Guyue took the moon-white brocade robe. The material was ice-silk specially sought out by the Worship Hall; it felt cool to the touch and was embroidered with only a few dark gold dragon patterns, understated yet luxurious.

He quickly changed, his white hair loosely tied behind his head, making his cold, aloof temperament even more pronounced. However, the soreness in his waist and abdomen made his movements pause slightly, and he couldn't help but glare at Bibi Dong again.

Bibi Dong had already changed into her golden saintess robes. Seeing him like this, she couldn't help but let out a low chuckle and hurriedly stepped forward to support his arm, her tone full of ingratiation:

"Walk slowly, Senior Sister. It's all my fault for being too rough last night."

Ye Guyue swatted her hand away in annoyance, though he didn't truly push her off, allowing her to support him as they walked out.

The two first headed toward the Pope Palace. Along the way, the guards and maids they encountered bowed in succession, their gazes filled with awe as they looked at Ye Guyue.

Ye Guyue knew clearly that during the grand wedding yesterday, he had publicly exposed the true face of Yu Xiaogang and revealed his identity as the Holy Son.

Now, in the entire Martial Soul Hall, no one dared to treat him merely as a genius pampered by the Worship Hall; they truly regarded him as the future ruler.

Upon entering the Pope Palace, Qian Xunji was sitting on the papal throne handling official business. Seeing the two enter, he immediately set down the scroll in his hand, a smile appearing on his face.

"You're here? Sit."

The two bowed in salute before taking their seats on the side.

Qian Xunji looked at the two standing side by side and felt very satisfied.

He had originally worried that Bibi Dong would be devastated by the incident with Yu Xiaogang. Now, it seemed that with Ye Guyue by her side, not only had she moved on, but the light in her eyes was brighter than before.

"Did you handle the aftermath of yesterday's wedding? I have already had people inventory the gifts sent by the various sects; they will be delivered to your chambers later."

Ye Guyue nodded slightly: "Sorry to trouble you, Teacher."

"You are the Holy Son of my Martial Soul Hall; these things are only right."

Qian Xunji waved his hand, his tone becoming more solemn.

"In the future, you can also involve yourself more in the affairs of the Martial Soul Hall. Dong'er is prone to overthinking, so you should help her out more."

Ye Guyue's heart stirred slightly.

He knew Qian Xunji's ambition and his eventual fate. Now that the other party was willing to delegate power, it was the perfect opportunity for him to take control of the Martial Soul Hall in advance, which could also prevent many subsequent tragedies.

"This disciple understands. I will certainly protect Dong'er well, and I will never fail the expectations of Teacher and the Martial Soul Hall."

Bibi Dong sat to the side, watching Ye Guyue's composed response, her eyes filled with adoration.

She had previously only thought of Ye Guyue as a senior brother with exceptional talent, but now she realized that his steady and reliable nature was a thousand times better than Yu Xiaogang, who only knew how to speak empty words.

She felt incredibly fortunate that she hadn't persisted in her mistake, allowing her to grasp the person before her.

Leaving the Pope Palace, the two turned and headed toward the Worship Hall.

As soon as they entered the gates of the Worship Hall, they heard the hearty laughter of Guangling Douluo.

"Little Yueyue and Dong'er are here? Come over quickly, let Grandpa see how your wedding night went!"

Guangling Douluo sat in his chair and beckoned to them, while Golden Crocodile Douluo sat beside him, watching the two with a gentle smile on his face.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at the two walking in, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Ye Guyue felt his ears turn red at Guangling Douluo's question, but he still dutifully led Bibi Dong to bow to the several elders.

"Grandpa Qian, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, Grandpa Guangling."

"Alright, alright, no need for such formalities." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, signaling them to come forward. "You were exhausted from the wedding yesterday; you should have rested more."

As he spoke, he took out a storage Soul Tool and handed it to Ye Guyue.

"Inside are the wedding gifts we seven old fellows prepared for you. There are a few soul bones suitable for you, as well as some heavenly treasures for cultivation, which will be beneficial for increasing your soul power."

Ye Guyue took the storage Soul Tool; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, and a wave of warmth washed over him.

He had transmigrated into this world twenty years ago. Without parents, it was these seven elders who had taken turns raising him, teaching him to cultivate, and giving him the family affection he had never known before.

Even though they pampered and spoiled him, they never let him become arrogant, instead raising him to be steady and decisive.

This debt of gratitude was something he would never be able to repay in this lifetime.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qian, and thank you to all the grandfathers."

Guangling Douluo waved his hand with a smile:

"Why stand on ceremony with us? You have started a family now and are the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall; you cannot be like you were in the past, disappearing for a year or more whenever you go out for training. You must return to the Worship Hall often to see us old relics."

"I know, Grandpa Guangling," Ye Guyue replied with a smile.

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke up from the side, his voice deep with instruction:

"Guyue, your talent is peerless and your future is limitless, but remember: Martial Soul Hall will always be your backing. The seven of us old relics will always stand on your side. No matter what happens, never try to shoulder everything alone."

Ye Guyue nodded heavily, the warmth in his heart growing even stronger.

The group chatted in the Worship Hall for a long time until the sun climbed high, at which point Qian Daoliu urged the two to return and rest so they wouldn't tire themselves out.

Ye Guyue took Bibi Dong and bid them farewell. As they stepped out of the Worship Hall, the sunlight spilled over them, feeling warm and pleasant.

Bibi Dong reached out to take his hand, interlacing their fingers, and looked up at him, her eyes filled with smiles.