The Wedding Night

"Rongrong, I'm sorry. This wedding really is a little bare."

After bowing three times to the bright moon, Gao Yang held Ning Rongrong's small hand, guilt welling up inside him.

She was the cherished princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet on her wedding day, there were no elders to witness it and no friends or family to offer congratulations.

"What should you call me?" Ning Rongrong asked with a playful smile. "Husband~"

As if heaven itself had taken pity on her, moonlight fell over the girl like a pure white wedding gown.

Beneath skin as white as snow, a faint blush showed through.

"Wife?"

"Husband!"

"Uh... wait. This is a little awkward... I don't think your mother ever called your father 'husband,' did she?"

"Er... maybe not... But if I don't call you that, what should I call you?"

"How about I call you Rong?"

"That's good! Then I'll call you Yang!"

"Rong~"

"Yang~"

Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly and threw herself into Gao Yang's arms. "Yang, I think I can guess what's on your mind~"

Holding her close, Gao Yang could clearly feel her delicate body trembling.

"What's on my mind? Then tell me what I'm thinking right now."

"You're thinking that after you've held me long enough, you'll knock me out and have Xiao Tian carry me far away. Then you'll go rescue Dad and Grandpa Sword by yourself. Am I right?"

Gao Yang: ...

"You're not saying anything. I guessed right." Ning Rongrong's voice was calm. "Yang, if you really do that, whether you come back alive or not, the first thing I'll do when I wake up is take my own life. You know I'm not joking."

"Ah, a wife as fierce as you are is both my blessing and my fate." Gao Yang gave a bitter smile. "Fine, we'll go together. At worst, we'll die together as husband and wife!"

"Mm. It's settled. As husband and wife, we live together and die together!"

"Live together and die together!"

"Awooo~"

They turned at the same time and found that Xiao Tian had arrived at some point. He let out a pointless low howl, as though trying to remind them he existed.

"Well, we've paid our respects and we're married." Gao Yang took a deep breath and looked at his new wife in his arms. "Rong, let's go rescue Dad and Third Grandpa now."

"Wait, Yang!" The girl looked up, her luscious red lips pursed. "The wedding isn't over yet!"

"Hm? What else is there? We don't even have guests, so there's no need to make the rounds with wine."

"Silly Yang, we... haven't spent our wedding night together yet..."

By the time Ning Rongrong finished, she was so shy she buried her face in Gao Yang's chest.

"Er..."

"What? You don't want to?"

"I do. I was just afraid you wouldn't be in the mood."

"We're probably going to die tomorrow anyway, right? Yang, let Rongrong be selfish one more time, okay?"

"All right. But there's no house here. We don't exactly have a bridal chamber."

"Who says a bridal chamber has to be inside a house? With the sky for a blanket and the earth for a bed, wouldn't it be even more romantic? And we could also..."

Ning Rongrong grew too embarrassed to finish aloud. She leaned close to Gao Yang's ear and whispered the rest.

Gao Yang's eyes lit up.

"You're asking whether my Sword Control can cover a thousand miles in a day? With your boost, it should be possible."

"Then let's do it!"

"All right. Let's go wild one last time. First Soul Skill, Sword Control!"

The next instant, the Seven Kill Sword carried them off the ground and shot straight into the clouds.

Xiao Tian: ???

Where were they going? Weren't they heading to Yellow Dragon Mountain tomorrow!?

The only answer he got was piece after piece of their clothing drifting down from the sky...

The next day.

A hundred meters above Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Gao Yang held Xiao Tian in one arm and Ning Rongrong in the other as he looked down over the entire palace.

They both believed Xue Qinghe had laid ambush after ambush at Yellow Dragon Mountain, waiting for them to walk into the trap.

So Gao Yang had decided to imitate the move Tang Hao had used to save Tang San.

"Yang, if Xue Qinghe isn't in the Imperial City, all our work will be for nothing."

Ning Rongrong had abandoned her usual style today. A sleek, close-fitting red dress gave her a bold, heroic air.

A night of love had left her a little less innocent and a little more alluring.

"After taking the throne, Xue Qinghe probably won't spend every day at Yellow Dragon Mountain. I'd wager he's in the palace right now."

"I hope so..." The girl suddenly gave a bitter smile. "Even if we survive this, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will have no place in Heaven Dou anymore."

"That doesn't matter. We can go to the Star Luo Empire. Mu Bai will be the next Star Luo Emperor, after all."

At the mention of their companions, memories flickered across Ning Rongrong's face.

She wondered how the others were doing now.

If she died here today, would they avenge her?

"Forget it, Yang. Rongrong will go mad with you today!" Ning Rongrong drew a deep breath, then her voice turned cold. "We just don't know where Xue Qinghe is."

"We don't need to. We only need to make enough noise to draw the guards away from Yellow Dragon Mountain!" Gao Yang looked at her. "Let's begin."

"All right! Nine Treasures Turn Into Glazed Glass..."

"Eighth Soul Skill, Giant Sword Technique!"

The next instant, every resident of Heaven Dou Imperial City looked up in terror to see a giant sword slowly descending over the palace!

The sword was roughly a hundred zhang long and dozens of zhang wide.

"How dare you, whelp!!!"

Just as the giant sword was about to strike the palace, a figure shot out of it like lightning.

His body swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he became a lion dozens of zhang tall.

The instant the lion's paw struck the giant sword, their immense Soul Power collided. The resulting shock wave swept across the entire Heaven Dou Imperial City!

Soul Masters and ordinary citizens alike felt the ground shake as if in an earthquake!

But the lion had still underestimated the power of a two-hundred-thousand-year Soul Skill!

That was right. Gao Yang's Eighth Soul Skill had an age of twenty years, and it had only one ability.

A giant sword.

A technique that piled strength upon strength to the very limit.

With Ning Rongrong's support, Gao Yang's giant sword weighed a full eighty-eight thousand jin.

After a single clash, the lion was hurled away like a kite with its string cut.

All he had managed to do was slow the sword's descent a little.

Boom!

The giant sword hit the ground. The force of the impact instantly shattered every building within five li of the palace.

Far away at Yellow Dragon Mountain, Spirit Hall's Seventh and Sixth Worships immediately sensed that tremendous surge of Soul Power.

"Not good! The Young Master's in danger! With power like that, could it be Tang Chen!?"

"Whoever it is, we have to go help at once!"

"Then what do we do with Ning Fengzhi and the other one!?"

"This is clearly a ploy to lure the tiger from the mountain. Why not kill them, Sixth Brother!?"

"No. If we kill them, Gao Yang and Ning Rongrong will never show themselves again. Given time, those two will become a grave threat to Spirit Hall!"

"Then what do we do!?"

"You stay here. I'll go help Fourth Brother!"

"All right!"

The next instant, Spirit Hall's Sixth Worship, Qian Jun Douluo, shot into the sky like a cannonball and sped toward Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, still enduring their torment, exchanged a glance and saw the same despair in each other's eyes.

Neither was a fool. They knew perfectly well that Xue Qinghe had tortured them instead of killing them to lure Gao Yang and Ning Rongrong into a trap.

With a commotion like this, Gao Yang must have already made his move.

But what did it matter how much havoc he caused? Xue Qinghe had three Super Douluo on his side!

"Will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's legacy end with me...? I, Ning Fengzhi, truly am a sinner against the sect for all ages..."

Ning Fengzhi had endured every torment without yielding, but now two trails of bloody tears ran from the corners of his eyes.