Bai Guyue was deeply doubtful.
"Have you used this Self-Created Soul Skill before?"
Bibi Dong smiled. "Take a guess. I've only used it once, and that was on a certain someone. But that person is already as dead as dead can be."
"Then forget it."
Bai Guyue waved a hand.
There was no need to think about it. If she had only used it once, wasn't that Qian Xunji?
Who else was as dead as dead could be?
"But don't rush to practice the Self-Created Soul Skill now. I'll take you to try on the wedding clothes. You can spend a little time on it each day; it won't interfere with your cultivation."
Bibi Dong wasn't about to let Bai Guyue remain in seclusion indefinitely. Once they had tried on the wedding clothes, they could send out the invitations.
I'd like to see who refuses to cooperate with me. I may not know who comes, but I'll know exactly who doesn't.
"Go by yourself. I can't be bothered to move."
Bai Guyue refused.
"Can't be bothered to move? Shall I carry you there?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "Do you want everyone to see?"
"Stop right there. We'll go now."
Bai Guyue didn't want to listen to Bibi Dong nag. If she really did carry him there, that would be awkward.
"Weren't you just refusing?" Bibi Dong teased.
"That wasn't a refusal. I'd just had an insight."
"And now?"
"It's gone."
Bibi Dong smiled softly. As expected of someone who wielded a sword, even his answer was different.
The two raced all the way to a palace, where Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed. "Your Holiness, the wedding clothes are already inside and ready to be tried on. If you're satisfied, we'll immediately arrange for the invitations to be sent out."
"Good!"
Bibi Dong nodded and pulled Bai Guyue into the palace.
Inside, two sets of wedding clothes lay on the bed. Their workmanship was exquisite, and they were splendidly ornate.
"They took a long time to sew, Xiao Bai. Do you like them?"
Bibi Dong quite liked the wedding clothes. After all, this would be her first time wearing them.
"No!"
"If you like them, wear them yourself."
Bai Guyue's face was full of distaste.
"Tsk, tsk. If you don't want to move and want me to attend to you, just say so. Why beat around the bush?"
Bibi Dong beamed. As far as she was concerned, refusal meant he wanted it, and what was wrong with attending to him?
As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking, she raised her hand to undo the ties on Bai Guyue's robe.
Bai Guyue jerked back and reached out to seize her wrist.
"Bibi Dong, let go. I'll do it myself."
"We're about to get married. Why be so coy?"
Bibi Dong's smile never faded. She gently freed her hand from his grip and continued.
"I'll help you myself, so you don't fumble around and put it on wrong."
Bai Guyue couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. No matter how much he said, the result would be the same.
The groom's black robes, embroidered with gold, were then put on piece by piece, setting off Bai Guyue's tall, straight figure.
Bibi Dong straightened the knotted buttons at his collar and smoothed the wrinkles from his hem, then stepped back twice to look him over.
"Not bad. You certainly look the part."
Bai Guyue spoke stiffly.
"Go change into yours."
Bibi Dong snorted, picked up the scarlet bridal gown, and turned to go behind the screen.
Only the faint rustle of fabric remained in the hall.
Bai Guyue stood where he was, feeling the fabric of his clothes. It really was different.
Before long, footsteps sounded from behind the screen.
The scarlet bridal gown trailed along the floor, its phoenix patterns embroidered in gold thread. Bibi Dong's long hair was swept up high and adorned with a red-gold phoenix hairpin. Her red bridal makeup lent a touch of softness to her usually icy features.
She walked to the mirror and turned sideways to examine her reflection, then looked back at Bai Guyue. "Well?"
Bai Guyue's gaze lingered for a moment before he quickly looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Not bad."
Bibi Dong let out a low chuckle and walked over to stand beside him.
In the mirror, one or two figures stood side by side, looking especially well matched.
Bibi Dong was all smiles.
"In a few more days, you won't be able to run away."
"Oh, please. You won't be happy after the wedding either. A forced marriage won't last, just as a melon plucked by force isn't sweet."
Bai Guyue spoke calmly.
"Is that so?" Bibi Dong said with a dismissive chuckle. "We'll see. On our first night after the wedding, you'll find out just how ridiculous those words of yours are."
To be honest, she had grown used to Bai Guyue's sharp tongue.
Of course, she hadn't forgotten the important matter either.
"Xiao Bai, there's something I want to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"Which deity's godhood are you inheriting?"
Bibi Dong pressed him for an answer.
Bai Guyue was about to answer when he suddenly stopped. Given Bibi Dong's nature, she wouldn't ask about something like that.
Even in the original story, Bibi Dong probably hadn't known the details of the Divine Realm.
"Tell me, who put you up to asking?"
Bai Guyue asked in return.
"Who else? The Rakshasa God. When I was talking to her, she said she wanted to know about your situation, so she asked me to find out."
Bibi Dong answered truthfully.
She couldn't be bothered to ask about such things. If the Rakshasa God hadn't asked her to, asking this would have been asking to be snubbed.
"So it was her."
"Since you asked, I'll tell you. My deity is the God of Destruction."
Bai Guyue answered.
"The God of Destruction? The Rakshasa God told me he's one of the Five Great God Kings of the God Realm Committee. Xiao Bai, I didn't expect you to be just as I thought."
Bibi Dong spoke with a smile.
"You really do have faith in me."
Bai Guyue was surprised for once.
"Of course. I'm your wife. I believe in you."
Bibi Dong was utterly steadfast.
If a wife didn't believe in her own husband, what kind of wife was she?
So it was only right to believe in him unconditionally.
Now she was intensely curious whether receiving a deity's inheritance would take his physical strength to the next level.
She was a Titled Douluo. She shouldn't hurt Bai Guyue, should she?
"You don't need to tell the Rakshasa God about this. I'll take care of it myself."
Bai Guyue patted Bibi Dong on the shoulder.
Since the Rakshasa God wanted to know, he would leave it to those higher up to handle.
"Junior, Little Zi and I already know about this. We'll pay the Rakshasa God a visit ourselves."
Bai Guyue was just about to leave and tell the two God Kings, Destruction and Life, when the Goddess of Life's voice came from his Sea of Consciousness, making him jump.
"Don't get worked up, Junior. I can establish contact through the origin energy Little Zi left in your body. I already know what you two were just talking about."
The Goddess of Life told Bai Guyue not to get worked up.
"Huh? Isn't that spying?"
Bai Guyue was somewhat speechless.
"How can you call that spying? I'm looking out for you. If anything serious happened to you, my junior, Little Zi and I, as your seniors, would be worried."
In the Temple of Life, the Goddess of Life began twisting logic to suit herself. How could it be called spying? If word got out, how could she maintain her dignity as a God King?
It couldn't be called spying. It was called looking out for him.
"Xiao Lu, see? I told you not to go peeking."
The God of Destruction, standing to one side, had already tried to persuade her several times, but the Goddess of Life wouldn't listen. She had insisted on watching no matter what.
The Goddess of Life's face turned red with anger.
"Little Zi, shut your mouth. I'm his senior and have my dignity to maintain. Besides, we're going to the Rakshasa God's residence later to pay her a personal visit."