An Improper Light Feather, Bibi Dong Agrees to Marry

"Time will prove what is right and what is wrong."

Ye Guyue did not look at the weeping Bibi Dong, turning instead to head toward the Worship Hall.

His white robes swept across the floor, the clean, refreshing aura he exuded helping Bibi Dong regain a measure of composure.

Bibi Dong gazed at Ye Guyue's retreating back, her heart feeling as though it were being pierced by knives, before she eventually returned to the Saintess Hall in a state of desolation.

Returning to the Worship Hall, the structure was resplendent and magnificent, with numerous stone pillars carved with murals and reliefs of the Angel clan.

In the very center stood a statue of the Six-Winged Angel, its wings spread wide, holding the Angel Holy Sword high toward the sky, looking down upon all living beings.

Beneath the Angel statue, Qian Daoliu was discussing matters with two other titled Douluo.

One was a burly, stern-faced elder, the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The other, with a gentle, youthful appearance, was the Guangling Douluo.

"Grandfather Qian, Grandfather Golden Crocodile, Grandfather Guangling."

Ye Guyue arrived before the three of them and greeted them one by one.

When the Guangling Douluo saw it was Ye Guyue and heard the long-missed address, he clutched his little heart and teased, "Little Yueyue, this 'Grandfather Guangling' truly makes this old man happy."

Watching the Guangling Douluo's antics, Ye Guyue couldn't help but smile, "Grandfather Guangling is still as humorous as ever; you haven't changed a bit."

The Guangling Douluo laughed heartily, "That is only natural. After all, little Yueyue is so good-looking, fulfilling this old man's wish of wanting to raise both a grandson and a granddaughter."

The Golden Crocodile Douluo patted the Guangling Douluo on the shoulder, "Guangling, put away your lack of seriousness. It has been a long time since this old man has seen Guyue."

The Guangling Douluo stopped chatting with Ye Guyue, putting aside his joking manner and immediately becoming serious.

Ye Guyue then recounted the events that had transpired at the Pope Palace.

After the three of them understood the sequence of events:

The Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke first, his deep, resonant voice echoing:

"Guyue, marrying Bibi Dong is the most appropriate choice. That Yu Xiaogang is nothing but a trash martial soul; is he even worthy of the Saintess?"

"If it weren't for the fact that we took you out for training at the time, the position of Saintess would have been yours long ago."

The Guangling Douluo also nodded in earnest agreement from the side:

"That's right, I think Second Brother makes a lot of sense."

Ye Guyue's body trembled, "Grandfathers, I am a boy, not a girl! I don't want anything to do with being a Saintess!"

What kind of joke was this?

If he were to be made a Saintess, wouldn't he be shackled by that title for the rest of his life?

The position of Saintess was simply not suitable for him.

Qian Daoliu smiled helplessly and patted Ye Guyue's head, "Golden Crocodile, Guangling, stop teasing him. I let you each take turns mentoring him for a year, not for you to keep making jokes at Guyue's expense."

The Golden Crocodile Douluo and the Guangling Douluo looked at each other, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Originally, it had been agreed that the seven titled Douluo would each mentor him for a year, but they couldn't just cultivate every single day.

"The main issue now is Bibi Dong," Qian Daoliu said, looking at Ye Guyue. "Are you willing? If you are not, then Xunjie cannot force you."

Ye Guyue shook his head slightly, his eyes clear, his tone calm and composed:

"There is no need, Grandfather Qian. I agree to this marriage."

"Bibi Dong is also my junior sister; I cannot watch her continue to make such mistakes."

Bibi Dong could also be considered a heaven-gifted talent.

She possessed Innate Full Soul Power and dual martial souls.

It was only because she had been raised in the lap of luxury by Qian Xunji in the Martial Soul Hall that she had been deceived by Yu Xiaogang.

Bibi Dong being favored by the Rakshasa God only occurred after Qian Xunji's incident in the secret chamber.

That was the beginning of all the tragedies.

Qian Daoliu fell silent. He had never discussed marriage with the seven titled Douluo, yet at this moment, Ye Guyue had taken the initiative to agree.

Setting aside the facts, Bibi Dong was definitely the second-best person after Ye Guyue. Currently, only Bibi Dong's talent could even attempt to catch up to him.

Even Tang Hao, the grandson of Tang Chen and the most outstanding of the Clear Sky Sect's generation, appeared dim and lackluster when placed before Ye Guyue.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect were known as the Clear Sky Twin Stars.

The Martial Soul Hall had Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong.

The talents of Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong could crush them.

With two such stunning individuals as Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong, one could hardly imagine how strong their offspring's talent would be, or if they would inherit the Death Spider Emperor and Radiant Holy Dragon martial souls.

In his eyes, Ye Guyue possessed talent that far surpassed all previous Popes.

"Guyue, since you have agreed, Grandfather Qian respects your choice."

Fourteen years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He had come to fully understand the personality of Ye Guyue; Ye Guyue would never do anything without certainty, so since he had agreed, he naturally had his own considerations.

"Since you've agreed, little Yueyue, Grandpa Guangling will go prepare the wedding attire for you and Bibi Dong right away."

Guangling Douluo was extremely excited. "This old man thought he would never live to see this day. I didn't expect it to happen so soon after returning. Remember to let Grandpa hold a great-grandson soon."

After saying this, Guangling Douluo flashed away, transforming into a stream of arrow-like light.

Ye Guyue paused, rubbing his forehead. "Why does it feel like Grandpa Guangling is so happy?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed:

"That's just how the Fifth is. You know that, Guyue. Back then, the seven of us each took a year to raise you, and wasn't it Guangling who took you running all over the continent? If Sea God Island weren't so far from the mainland, he would have taken you there long ago."

At this mention, Ye Guyue fell silent for a moment and nodded quietly.

"Go back and rest, Guyue. Don't overexert yourself," Qian Daoliu said.

Ye Guyue nodded slightly, preparing to return to his bedchamber to begin absorbing the Hundred Thousand Year Right Leg Bone with his left hand.

Upon returning to the bedchamber, the two maids at the door bowed in salute.

"Welcome back, Miss Ye."

The two were respectful and deferential.

Ye Guyue's body stiffened. "Who taught you to say that?"

The two maids were startled and quickly explained, "We are new here. Please forgive us if we have offended you, Miss Ye."

"I... forget it. Call me whatever you like."

Ye Guyue smiled helplessly and walked into the bedchamber; explaining would only be a waste of breath, and it wasn't the first time he had heard that title in twenty years.

Entering the bedchamber, the arranged tables and chairs and the spotless floor showed that even though he had been gone for a year, someone had still been cleaning regularly.

Ye Guyue walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, sat down, and removed his white robe to change into sleepwear, but the sleepwear he had just put on slipped off his shoulder.

His snow-white, delicate shoulder was exposed.

Ye Guyue frowned: "Did they buy it too big?"

Forget it, never mind that for now; it wouldn't hinder his absorption.

He took out the Right Leg Bone of the Holy Dragon and placed it on the bed. Streaks of golden dragon patterns emerged, and the dazzling golden light made Ye Guyue increasingly excited.

He immediately closed his eyes and began to absorb this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Threads of golden light began to connect, and the Holy Dragon Right Leg Bone slowly merged into Ye Guyue's right leg.

Golden light erupted, and dragon patterns covered Ye Guyue's entire body.

The process of absorbing the soul bone was swift; a moment later, the Holy Dragon Right Leg Bone had slowly integrated into Ye Guyue's body.

Opening his eyes, Ye Guyue was ecstatic.

This was the second time in twenty years he had absorbed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. The other was the Left Arm Bone of the Yangtian Light Dragon, which the seven elder grandfathers had given him as a birthday gift on the night he came of age.