Marrying Ye Guyue

The voice was cold, laced with disappointment and anger.

Bibi Dong's head snapped to the right from the force of the slap; she remained frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

Ye Guyue, who had once been so kind to her, seemed like a complete stranger in this moment.

She did not even feel the burning pain on her cheek, for the agony in her heart was far more unbearable.

The sound of the slap plunged the Pope's hall into a deathly silence.

The guards holding Yu Xiaogang down sweated profusely, each drop clearly visible as it hit the floor.

Qian Xunji wore a look of utter shock; this disciple, once trained by his own father, had returned so drastically changed. Or perhaps, had he truly given up on Bibi Dong entirely?

"S-Senior Sister?"

Bibi Dong finally reacted, stiffly turning her head only to be met with Ye Guyue's face full of disappointment.

"Do not call me Senior Sister. I have no such junior sister as you."

Ye Guyue's words were devoid of emotion.

"Senior Sister, it's me, Dong'er." Bibi Dong's eyes reddened, her expression pitiful.

"You are no longer."

Ye Guyue's tone was indifferent. "If you insist on sticking to your theories, then get out. Get out of Martial Soul Hall, get out of my sight, and never return."

"Martial Soul Hall has no need for a failure, a traitor, an ingrate!"

Ye Guyue's words were heart-piercing, each syllable like a blade.

Bibi Dong was sobbing uncontrollably now, choking out, "Senior Sister, you cannot—you cannot do this."

As Bibi Dong reached out with trembling hands to grab Ye Guyue's sleeve, Ye Guyue flicked his sleeve away and stepped back.

In that instant, Bibi Dong felt as if her heart had been carved out.

"Bibi Dong, will you continue to make this choice? I ask you one last time," Ye Guyue asked coldly.

Bibi Dong fell silent, looking at the humiliated Yu Xiaogang pinned to the floor and the cold, detached expression on Ye Guyue's face.

Crushed by the double blow, she immediately crouched on the ground, clutching her head and weeping bitterly.

She did not know how to choose; no matter what she did, everything seemed wrong. Why?

Why had it come to this?

"Bibi Dong, This Seat will give you a choice."

After a moment of silence, Qian Xunji finally spoke; this idea had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

Now was the time to bring it to light.

Qian Xunji leaned forward, the corners of his mouth curling upward:

"This Seat wants you to marry your Senior Brother."

"Compared to that twenty-ninth-level failure Yu Xiaogang, your Senior Brother is far superior."

The weeping Bibi Dong's body shuddered. Marry Ye Guyue?

Qian Xunji continued, "Ye Guyue is also my disciple, gifted with extraordinary talent and a boundless future. Even Tang Hao and Tang Chen are no match for him."

"If the two of you are together, your master will not oppose it; in fact, I will fully support it. Had my father not stopped me from training him back then, I would never have been willing to let Ye Guyue go."

Bibi Dong did not know what to say, her expression flickering between uncertainty and distress.

She had witnessed Ye Guyue's talent firsthand; she was truly gifted, pampered by the seven Great Consecrators, and had shattered records time and again.

"Guyue, show your Martial Soul and Soul Rings to Bibi Dong."

Qian Xunji was also eager to see exactly what Ye Guyue had gained during his time away.

A low dragon roar resonated through the hall as golden dragon wings gradually emerged. The result was revealed: one yellow, one purple, four black, and one red.

Seven Soul Rings settled at Ye Guyue's feet.

Seeing this, even Qian Xunji was stunned.

A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring?

Bibi Dong covered her small mouth, her face full of astonishment. Was this truly her Senior Sister?

"Guyue, you have broken through to the Soul Saint realm!"

Qian Xunji was filled with surprise.

With Ye Guyue's talent, breaking through to the Soul Saint realm at this age meant he would surely become a Titled Douluo within the next decade.

The youngest Titled Douluo in the entire continent was his own disciple.

Yu Xiaogang was paralyzed with shock. Seven rings, including a hundred-thousand-year one?

How could this be possible?

He must be dreaming.

Qian Xunji let out a loud laugh: "Good, very good."

Immediately, he looked toward Bibi Dong: "You only have two choices right now: either marry Ye Guyue, or I will kill Yu Xiaogang this very instant."

"A piece of trash trying to climb high branches—what a delusional pipe dream!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale; if Qian Xunji truly killed him, how could he possibly go on living?

He immediately looked at Bibi Dong and shouted anxiously:

"Bibi Dong, I..."

Before his voice could fade, he was immediately pressed back down by two guards.

Qian Xunji's expression was cold and gloomy: "Yu Xiaogang, hold your tongue."

Following that, he turned his face toward Ye Guyue with a smile:

"Guyue, what do you think of this proposal?"

Ye Guyue's gaze was calm; he swept a glance at Bibi Dong and spoke indifferently to Qian Xunji:

"Teacher, allow me some time to consider this."

Qian Xunji's eyes narrowed as he realized that while he held the title of teacher, he actually needed to consult his own father.

Furthermore, Ye Guyue had spent the last twenty years focusing solely on cultivation and had never experienced the affairs of men and women; such a sudden proposal was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

"No rush, Guyue, think it over carefully."

Qian Xunji raised his hand to signal: "Take Yu Xiaogang to the dungeon and guard him strictly. Bibi Dong, you had better think this through well; give me your answer in three days."

The two guards hoisted up the limp-legged Yu Xiaogang and turned to leave the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong stood dazed on the ground, at a complete loss; the silence of the Pope Palace seemed to make it hard for her to breathe.

Yu Xiaogang had been dragged to the dungeon, and even her own senior martial sister was deeply disappointed in her.

"Teacher, if there is nothing else, this disciple will take their leave."

Qian Xunji nodded without further obstruction, knowing full well that given Ye Guyue's intellect, he understood the gravity of this matter.

Ye Guyue left first.

Bibi Dong stood up with difficulty and bowed toward Qian Xunji: "Teacher, this disciple takes their leave."

Qian Xunji gave a hum, and Bibi Dong left the Pope Palace, trembling with every step.

The palace doors were opened, and as the blinding sunlight hit her face, Bibi Dong felt the warmth of the sun's rays increasingly difficult to accept—or rather, she had grown unaccustomed to it.

As her vision gradually cleared, Ye Guyue stood quietly in front of her holding a leaf. Sensing Bibi Dong's arrival, he turned to look at her, yet his eyes remained ice-cold.

Bibi Dong felt as if she had fallen into an icy cavern.

"Senior Sister..." Bibi Dong spoke tentatively.

Ye Guyue did not answer, instead releasing his grip to let the leaf drift into the air.

"Bibi Dong, although we haven't met many times—you taught by the teacher, and I by Grandpa Qian—you have disappointed me far too much."

Bibi Dong's eye sockets reddened, tears swirling within them as she choked out: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister. Dong'er has disappointed you."

Ye Guyue sighed: "Bibi Dong, do you really believe that Yu Xiaogang loves you sincerely?"

As those words were spoken, Bibi Dong froze.

Without waiting for her to speak, Ye Guyue continued: "Yu Xiaogang does not love you at all. He only approaches you to exploit you, to obtain the resources he needs to elevate himself. Do you understand?"

Bibi Dong looked up at the still-indifferent Ye Guyue, her face full of disbelief.

"Impossible. Senior Sister, you must be lying to me, right? You must be."