Bai Fan carefully held a metal sphere, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked at it.
When Da Niu saw Bai Fan emerge from the room, he immediately hurried over. "Brother Gang, the brothers received Spirit Hall's announcement. The Pope will be holding a wedding the day after tomorrow."
Bai Fan put the sphere into his storage space and stroked his chin in thought.
"The day after tomorrow? Looks like I need to plan this carefully."
Elsewhere, within Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong sat before a bronze mirror, applying her makeup. Beneath her peerless beauty lay an inescapable sorrow.
"Xiao Gang, have you truly forgotten me? Why are you unwilling to even write me a single letter?"
"Are we really fated to meet but not to be together?"
Her gentle, lively eyes lowered, lending her whole person an air of melancholy.
Qian Xunji pushed open the door and leaned over Bibi Dong's back.
"Dong'er, are you ready for the wedding the day after tomorrow? This time, I announced it to the entire continent. I will definitely give you an unforgettable wedding."
Qian Xunji's words were full of deep affection as he openly displayed his love for Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong frowned without giving any response.
Qian Xunji keenly noticed Bibi Dong's expression, and a trace of displeasure entered his voice. "Dong'er, it has already been four years. Why can't you forget that piece of trash? Tell me, in what way am I inferior to him?"
"For status, I am the current Pope of Spirit Hall. For strength, I am far stronger than that trash. For looks, I, Qian Xunji, leave him ten streets behind."
"Perhaps letting you travel the continent with that trash in the beginning, allowing you to relax, was a mistake from the start."
Qian Xunji turned to leave. Before departing, he gave Bibi Dong one final look. "Dong'er, precisely because I know you would never have a good ending with that kind of trash, I will not indulge your willfulness."
"I believe time will make you forget that experience. The beauty of the future will eventually wear away the memories of the past."
Qian Xunji completely left Bibi Dong's chambers. Facing the bronze mirror, Bibi Dong murmured to herself, "Teacher, I truly can't control my feelings for Xiao Gang."
"Teacher, you are outstanding, but I have always only regarded you as my most respected teacher."
"What should I do? Must I really spend my life with someone I do not love? Xiao Gang, I miss you so much. Could you come see me?"
Time flew by, and today was Qian Xunji's wedding day.
Spirit City was draped in fiery red decorations, permeated by an atmosphere of celebration.
A red carpet stretched from Spirit City's gates all the way to Spirit Hall.
No one dared approach the red carpet on the ground.
"The auspicious hour has arrived! Welcome the bride and groom into the city!"
As the resounding call rang out, Qian Xunji took Bibi Dong's hand and stepped onto the red carpet.
The people of Spirit City offered the two of them their most sincere blessings, while Qian Xunji waved to thank them.
Bibi Dong wore a red bridal veil. Listening to the blessings around her, there was not the slightest joy on her face.
The two followed the red carpet to the entrance of Spirit Hall, where the leaders of the Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects stood around them.
They had all come at Spirit Hall's invitation to join in the festivities.
Ning Fengzhi stood to one side leaning on a cane. Unlike the others, who wore smiles, his face held a trace of inner conflict.
Suddenly, a man and a dragon charged out and blocked Qian Xunji's path.
"Sister Dong, I'm here!"
Yu Yuanzhen, who had been grinning beside them, instantly lost his smile.
He shouted sharply, "Xiao Gang, what are you doing? Get back here right now!"
Bai Fan looked at Yu Yuanzhen with contempt. "Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around? Do you think I'm someone you can control?"
Yu Yuanzhen's blood surged at Bai Fan's rebellious words, and he itched to immediately teach this son of his a lesson.
The moment Bibi Dong heard Yu Xiaogang's voice, she impatiently lifted her red bridal veil. She could not wait to throw herself at Bai Fan.
Qian Xunji reacted swiftly, using Soul Power to stop Bibi Dong and restrain her in place.
"Isn't this the trash? Did you come here today to cause trouble?" Qian Xunji looked coldly at Bai Fan. "It seems you took my last warning as nothing. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
Qian Xunji's aura surged, and the pressure of a Titled Douluo suddenly erupted.
The Angel Sacred Sword slashed toward Bai Fan. Fed by Bai Fan's Soul Power, Little Golden Dragon rapidly grew larger.
A majestic Golden Holy Dragon suddenly appeared and helped Bai Fan block the strike.
Taking advantage of the brief gap while Qian Xunji recovered, Bai Fan hurled out the metal sphere. The instant it touched Qian Xunji's body, it exploded.
In that instant, the tiny sphere erupted with the roar of a nuclear bomb, and the entire site was instantly leveled.
The Titled Douluo of the Upper Three Sects blocked the spreading force as the people of Spirit City fled in every direction.
Seizing the opportunity, Bai Fan scooped Bibi Dong into his arms and prepared to leave with her.
"Insolence! You dare cause trouble in Spirit Hall!"
A majestic voice came from Worship Hall, and Angelic Light radiated terrifying pressure.
Bai Fan held Bibi Dong as the two of them were suppressed by that pressure, unable to move.
Once the smoke cleared, Qian Xunji emerged in a sorry state. His clothes had been shredded by the terrifying blast, and his body was covered in wounds.
"Ah, it seems the power still wasn't enough!" Bai Fan knelt on the ground and sighed.
"Xiao Gang, why did you only come now? Do you know how much I missed you?" At that moment, Bibi Dong's eyes held only her longing for Bai Fan.
Bai Fan gave a simple smile. "Sister Dong, I came too late!"
Those simple words conveyed the purest emotion.
Bibi Dong used all her strength to wrap her arms around Bai Fan's neck.
"Xiao Gang, I love you. You have quietly taken over my heart. For the rest of my life, there will be no room in my heart for anyone else."
"Sister Dong, I love you too!"
Qian Xunji had never seen Bibi Dong treat him with such tenderness, and a nameless fire burned within him.
"Trash, go die!"
The Angel Sacred Sword rose high and slashed toward Bai Fan's head.
At the critical moment, Yu Yuanzhen blocked Qian Xunji's attack.
"Your Holiness, might there be some misunderstanding between you?"
"Clan Master Yu, are you blind? Can't you see your son stealing my bride? What misunderstanding could there possibly be?"
As Qian Xunji spoke, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. "I am beginning to suspect that your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been plotting this behind the scenes."
"Yu Yuanzhen, you old bitch, you're not my father! Get the hell out of here! I don't need your hypocritical help!" Bai Fan shouted as he knelt on the ground.
The reason Bai Fan treated Yu Yuanzhen this way was entirely because he did not want to drag the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into this.
No matter how Bai Fan cursed him, Yu Yuanzhen still stood firmly before him, shielding him from the storm.
The situation remained deadlocked for a time. After all, the Upper Three Sects still held considerable status on the continent, and Qian Xunji could not kill Bai Fan so easily.
Suddenly, Qian Xunji noticed Little Golden Dragon nearby. At that moment, Little Golden Dragon was being suppressed by Qian Daoliu's aura and could not move.
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