Big Brother, You Want Me to Marry Someone? A Nearly Soul Douluo at Twenty-Four?

Heaven Dou City, within a secluded yet exquisitely elegant courtyard.

Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, stood beside a stone table with his hands clasped behind his back.

Beside the stone table sat a breathtakingly beautiful woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

She wore a silver court gown, her bearing noble and elegant, though her beautiful eyes were now filled with stubbornness and tears.

She was Tang Xiao's younger sister, Tang Yuehua.

"Big Brother, stop talking!"

Tang Yuehua suddenly rose to her feet, her voice trembling slightly.

"I don't want to get married! I only want to stay in Heaven Dou City and live my own life. Why do you have to force me?"

Tang Xiao stopped pacing and turned to look at his sister, a trace of reluctance flashing through his eyes.

"Yue Hua, do you think I want to force you? Do you think the current situation still allows you to live your own life?!"

"The sect has suffered a drastic upheaval!"

"Second Brother caused an enormous disaster outside. He gravely injured Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and consorted with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Now the entire Spirit Hall is frantically hunting him down!"

"Father... Father was so enraged by this that he vomited blood and died!"

"Spirit Hall's fury has already reached the Clear Sky Sect. Now, we can only seal the mountain gates and have the entire sect retreat into seclusion!"

At the words that their father had been angered to death, Tang Yuehua's delicate body suddenly trembled, and tears rolled down her face like pearls from a broken string.

Tang Xiao took a deep breath, and his tone softened somewhat.

"You fell out with the sect over certain matters before and refused to return. Now that the Clear Sky Sect is closing itself off, I must soon lead everyone away as well."

"You'll be alone in Heaven Dou City, powerless and defenseless."

"If Spirit Hall discovers your whereabouts and uses you to threaten Second Brother, or retaliates against the Clear Sky Sect through you, who will protect you?!"

Tang Yuehua bit her red lip, her face pale as paper. "I... I can hide my identity..."

"Naive!"

Tang Xiao interrupted her.

"Spirit Hall's spies are spread throughout the world. Do you think you can hide from them?"

"If you don't marry and find yourself a powerful patron, even surviving will be a problem!"

"I don't care whether you're willing or not. This matter is not up to you. I've found a marriage partner for you. His name is Ronan."

Tang Xiao walked before Tang Yuehua and placed both hands on her shoulders, speaking in a deep voice.

"He's the same age as you, twenty-four this year."

"But his martial soul is an exceedingly rare top-tier martial soul: the Golden Sacred Dragon!"

"More terrifyingly, his Soul Power has already reached rank seventy-nine. He's a Quasi-Soul Douluo!"

"A twenty-four-year-old Quasi-Soul Douluo—his future achievements are limitless."

"As long as you marry him and have his protection, even if Spirit Hall wants to make a move against you within Heaven Dou City, they'll have to think twice."

"Only by entrusting you to him can I return to the sect without worry."

Listening to Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua fell completely silent.

A twenty-four-year-old Quasi-Soul Douluo?

A top-tier martial soul, the Golden Sacred Dragon?

Such talent was indeed nothing short of monstrous.

Yet what truly made her compromise was not his strength, but her family's sudden catastrophe.

Second Brother Tang Hao's turmoil, her father's tragic death, the sect's retreat into seclusion...

All of it weighed upon her heart like a mountain.

She knew her elder brother was right. To avoid becoming a bargaining chip Spirit Hall could use against her brothers, she had no other choice.

Tang Yuehua slowly closed her eyes. Two trails of tears slid down her cheeks before finally becoming a helpless sigh. "I... agree."

The following evening, several strips of red silk were hung in the courtyard, and pairs of red candles were lit.

This was Tang Yuehua's wedding. There were no guests, no music, not even a proper bridal crown and gown.

Everything seemed so hasty and crude.

Tang Xiao stood in the main hall. Looking at Ronan, who wore a dark red robe and had a calm expression, he picked up a cup of wine from the table and drained it in one gulp.

"Ronan, Yue Hua is in your care now."

Tang Xiao stared at him with blazing eyes.

"Remember our agreement. As long as you keep her safe, once I have dealt with the sect's affairs, I will certainly fulfill my promise."

A faint curve rose at Ronan's lips as he casually clasped his hands in salute.

"Sect Master Tang, rest assured. Take a man's money, rid him of his troubles. As long as I, Ronan, am alive, no one in Heaven Dou City will be able to touch her."

Tang Xiao gave his sister a deep look, his eyes full of guilt.

Then, without another moment of hesitation, he turned and strode out of the courtyard, vanishing into the boundless night.

He had to return to the Clear Sky Sect as soon as possible to take charge of the situation.

Only Ronan and Tang Yuehua, covered by a red bridal veil, remained in the courtyard.

Ronan glanced at the lovely figure trembling faintly beside him. He said nothing more, merely uttering two words. "Go inside."

Tang Yuehua sat on the edge of the bed. Beneath the red veil, her hands were twisted tightly together, her knuckles whitening from the force.

Although she had agreed to this marriage, when the moment truly arrived, her heart was still filled with resistance, fear, and confusion.

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open, and Ronan stepped inside.

He closed the door behind him, walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly took a sip. Yet he showed no intention of lifting her veil right away.

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath. In the end, she raised her own hand and tore the red veil from her head.

In the candlelight, her peerlessly beautiful face looked somewhat pale, but her eyes revealed an innate nobility and stubbornness.

She stared directly at Ronan, seated beside the table, and asked in a cold voice.

"Who exactly are you? My elder brother... how did he persuade you to marry a useless person with only rank-nine Soul Power?"

Ronan set down his teacup and turned his head, calmly studying the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion, renowned throughout Heaven Dou City.

There was no denying that Tang Yuehua was extraordinarily beautiful. The elegance and nobility carved into her bones were things no other peerless beauty could replace.

"Useless? Miss Tang, you're belittling yourself."

Ronan chuckled softly, and it was impossible to tell whether his tone carried mockery or praise.

"As for how Tang Xiao persuaded me... it was simple. A transaction."

"A transaction?" Tang Yuehua was slightly stunned.

Ronan stood and walked to the window. Gazing at the night outside, he said evenly, "I'm twenty-four this year, rank seventy-nine."

"I need an extremely powerful eighth soul ring, preferably one hundred thousand years old. Soul Beasts of that level are difficult to hunt with my strength alone."

"And your elder brother, Tang Xiao, is a Titled Douluo."

"Tang Xiao promised me that as long as I married you, acted as your shield in Heaven Dou City, and kept you safe, then once the storm passed, he would personally help me obtain my eighth soul ring."

"A free enforcer who's a Titled Douluo in exchange for a wife in name only—I think that's a very worthwhile deal, so I agreed."

After hearing Ronan's words, Tang Yuehua inexplicably felt relieved instead.

There were no hypocritical emotions, no nauseating schemes—only a straightforward exchange of interests.

"So that's how it is..." Tang Yuehua laughed at herself. "Since it's a transaction, that makes things easier."