Yan Arrives at Sky Water Academy, Forced Marriage!

Bibi Dong watched Yan's determined expression, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

This was exactly the effect she wanted. She needed Yan to stir these waters and intensify the conflict between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Only then could she find a suitable pretext to move against them.

"Good!" Bibi Dong's voice carried a note of approval. "You are worthy of being part of the Golden Generation I have chosen! You have spirit! Go forth and act boldly; This Seat and the entirety of Spirit Hall shall be your sturdy backing!"

She paused, her voice taking on a seductive lilt: "A mere Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, what is it worth? The day Spirit Hall unifies the continent, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family—all will become dust in history! By then, you, Yan, will be a hero of merit! What is a mere woman compared to that?"

Yan's blood boiled as he listened, as if he could already see the day he would hold his beauty in his arms and achieve great success. He kowtowed heavily: "Many thanks to Your Excellency for your grace! This disciple will certainly not fail your mission!"

With that, he stood up, head held high, and strode out of the Pope Palace. He needed to find Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately and set off for Tianshui Academy at once.

Bibi Dong remained alone.

She stood up slowly and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, watching Yan's spirited back disappear at the end of the plaza. The smile of approval on her lips gradually twisted into a cold, cruel arc.

"Lovers finally united?" she whispered to herself, her voice laced with deep-seated resentment and mockery. "Heh... how laughable."

Her gaze grew distant, as if piercing through time and space to return to that night many years ago.

Back then, she was just an innocent girl who had fallen in love with someone she shouldn't have—Yu Xiaogang.

She had believed that as long as there was love, any obstacle could be overcome. She had believed that if she were persistent enough, she would surely be with him.

Yet, reality dealt her the cruelest blow. Her teacher, the former Pope Qian Xunji, discovered her romance, imprisoned her, and forcibly took her.

Those dark days completely destroyed all her fantasies about love and thoroughly twisted her soul.

From then on, she understood one truth: in this world, there is no such thing as love, only power and authority.

Only by grasping absolute power could one control their own destiny and force everyone to kneel at their feet.

If she could not be happy, no one else would be either!

Those couples whispering sweet nothings in front of her, those so-called stories of "lovers finally united"—to her, they were all so ironic, so blindingly offensive!

Therefore, she had to destroy. She would destroy everything beautiful and make everyone live in pain and despair just like her.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? Ning Xiaochun? Shui Bing'er?

Heh...

A cruel light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes: "Want to be lovers united? Keep dreaming!"

"This time, if you obediently let go and let Yan take her, then so be it. But if you dare to resist..."

Her voice was like a cold wind from the nine nether hells, bone-chilling: "This Seat does not mind sending your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect on its way ahead of schedule!"

Her gaze seemed to pierce the vast distance, landing in the direction of Tianshui Academy. A storm was about to descend.

At this moment, far away at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Xiaochun stood on the top terrace of the Soul Guidance Device Research Institute, gazing toward Tianshui Academy.

He had changed into a brand-new moon-white brocade robe, with a belt inlaid with seven-colored gems tied at his waist, making him look heroic and extraordinary.

"Young Sect Master, everything is prepared," a middle-aged steward hurried onto the terrace and reported respectfully.

"The wedding procession has assembled, and as you ordered, it is equipped with the latest soul guidance devices. Furthermore, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo have finished their seclusion and are waiting for your instructions in the front hall."

Ning Xiaochun nodded, though his gaze remained fixed on the distance: "Understood. Tell them to wait a little longer."

He took a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air, while his heart burned with heat.

Six years.

Six years of waiting, six years of guarding, six years of planning—it was finally going to reach a perfect conclusion today.

He turned to the steward, a confident smile curling his lips: "Let's go. It's time to bring her home."

Watching his Young Sect Master's spirited demeanor, the steward felt his own blood boil. He nodded heavily: "Yes! Young Sect Master!"

The wedding procession marched grandly out of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, heading toward Tianshui Academy.

At that same moment, outside Tianshui Academy, another procession arrived almost simultaneously.

Leading them was a man with short, fiery red hair, a burly build, and a fierce aura—it was Yan. Behind him followed an ornately decorated palanquin and dozens of powerful Spirit Hall elite guards.

At the very front of the procession, two figures—one gold, one black—stood like gate guardians, radiating the suffocating pressure of Title Douluos.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Time flew by, and three days passed in a blink.

Tianshui Academy was exceptionally lively today.

Early in the morning, the academy gates were crowded with passersby, students, and spies from various factions who had caught wind of the news. Everyone's eyes were fixed on that grand, imposing procession.

At the head of the procession was a palanquin carried by eight burly men, decorated with extreme luxury; the frame was inlaid with gold and silver threads and covered in various gems, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

On both sides of the palanquin, dozens of elite guards in uniform Spirit Hall attire stood tall and proud, their auras fierce, each possessing at least the cultivation of a Spirit Ancestor.

At the very front, the two figures in gold and black stood like gate guardians. Although they did not deliberately release their auras, the natural pressure belonging to Title Douluos made the surrounding air heavy. They were none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

In the center of the procession, Yan, with his short fiery red hair, rode a magnificent horned horse. He was draped in a bright red wedding robe with a bowl-sized red flower pinned to his chest, looking spirited and full of triumph.

"What's happening here? It looks like a marriage proposal."

"That's the emblem of Spirit Hall. Those two... holy crap, they're the legendary Titled Douluos, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo."

"That young man in the front is so handsome. Is he a genius from Spirit Hall?"

The crowd whispered among themselves; there was no helping it, Yan was certainly making a high-profile entrance at this moment.

He scanned his surroundings, and seeing the shock and envy revealed in the eyes of the onlookers, he felt exceptionally smug.

This was the exact effect he wanted! He wanted everyone to know that he, Yan of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, was here today to marry Shui Bing'er, the top genius of Tianshui Academy, in the most grand fashion possible!