The newly arrived guest was a purple-haired beauty who appeared to be in her early twenties. Her figure was so alluring that Tang Xiao felt his eyes burn merely from looking at her.
The person was none other than Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden—Bibi Dong.
Yet compared to the pure and innocent appearance he remembered from years ago, she had completely changed. She now radiated the charm of a mature woman, a dangerous allure that quietly hooked one's heartstrings.
It had to be said… standing before her, even his soon-to-be wife Ning Ruoyan, as well as women of similar caliber like Tang Yuehua and Ah Yin, fell slightly short.
If my Rouyan is ninety-nine points, then Bibi Dong is at least ninety-nine point five…
Alas… Qian Xunji, that bastard is truly lucky. I'm really envious of him.
As his father and the elders welcomed Spirit Hall's delegation, Tang Xiao forcefully tore his gaze away from Bibi Dong's body. His heart, however, still ached with jealousy.
But alas…
That woman was dangerous.
Ah Yin was someone he had confidence to "play" with. But Bibi Dong? He didn't even dare entertain such thoughts. She had already turned dark. A woman like her was only suitable to be admired from afar—never approached, never touched.
Otherwise, no matter how careful he was, there was still the possibility of being burned by the fire of her vengeance.
I just hope this wedding ends peacefully… without any drama.
Although he had anticipated Spirit Hall's arrival, once their people truly appeared at clear sky sect, it would be a lie to say Tang Xiao wasn't flustered.
'I only hope this wedding ends peacefully… without any drama.'
Although Tang Xiao had anticipated Spirit Hall's arrival, when they truly appeared at Clear Sky Sect, it would be a lie to say he wasn't flustered.
If his memory was correct, Spirit Hall had sent an ultimatum eight months ago. If Clear Sky Sect failed to prove Tang Hao's innocence within one month, Spirit Hall would take matters into their own hands.
But Tang Hao had vanished.
The sect had no choice but to remain silent.
Now—seven months later—Spirit Hall had come in person.
And worse still… Bibi Dong herself was here.
Isn't it too early for Qian Xunji to allow her to leave Spirit City?
By his calculations, her daughter should already be around six years old.
Six years of brewing hatred.
Tang Xiao feared she could no longer stay still. If she decided to fan the flames and use another power to kill Qian Xunji… and if she set her sights on Clear Sky Sect as a tool for her revenge, things would become troublesome.
Fortunately, as Tang Xiao—the twenty-four-year-old modern soul inhabiting a fifty-six-year-old body—watched with outward composure and inward tension, Spirit Hall's people acted as if nothing had happened. They presented their gifts and took their seats with amiable smiles.
Seeing this, Tang Xiao relaxed slightly.
Not only him—even Tang Zhen and the elders loosened their tense nerves, though they were already considering how to respond if Spirit Hall acted out midway through the wedding.
Thankfully, nothing unpleasant occurred.
When the auspicious hour arrived, Ning Ruoyan appeared.
Dressed in a gorgeous red wedding gown adorned with diamonds and precious gems, a light veil covering her beautiful face, she entered the hall gracefully under the escort of Tang Yuehua, Ning Fengzhi's wife, and several maids.
Seeing her, Tang Xiao's tense heart finally relaxed completely.
Whatever happens, happens later.
Now, it was time to marry his wife.
Before Heaven and Earth, before elders and prominent figures across the continent, Tang Xiao swore loudly:
"From this moment onward,
you belong beside me.
Your joys shall be mine to protect,
your sorrows mine to bear,
your enemies mine to erase.
I take you as my wife before Heaven and Earth.
As long as I draw breath,
no one shall touch you—
not fate, not calamity, not death."
His domineering vow echoed through the hall as he pulled Ruoyan into his arms.
His words shook not only Ruoyan's heart but also that of every woman present.
What a loyal and domineering man…
Amid the crowd's praise, Tang Xiao lifted Ruoyan into a princess carry and strode out of the wedding hall with powerful steps.
Now that the wedding was finished, he intended to enjoy the delicacy in his arms.
As for politics—let Tang Zhen handle them.
Until he became sect master, those matters were not his responsibility.
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That Night
"Husband~ how can you act like this in front of everyone… you bad guy~"
Inside Tang Xiao's chamber, atop the beautifully decorated bed, Ruoyan lay helpless as Tang Xiao pinned her beneath him, pressing his body tightly against hers.
"Oh?" Tang Xiao grinned as he leaned down, inhaling her scent deeply. "My Rouyan is shy that I carried her away in front of everyone?"
"I… I…" Ruoyan tried to speak, but Tang Xiao silenced her.
"Don't speak. Tonight, use this beautiful mouth of yours for something else."
Grabbing her hair into fist and pulling her head up like a toy, he shifted his position and pressed her face between his legs.
When Ruoyan undid his pants, the fierce dragon slapped heavily against her face.
"Now… open your mouth. Hehehe."
(A million words omitted.)
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The Next Morning
Sunlight streamed through the window.
Tang Xiao opened his eyes, feeling unusually refreshed..
Ruoyan lay atop him, curled like a cat, sleeping soundly with a faint smile on her blood-stained lips.
Her appearance was disheveled, yet her milky white skin bore no marks of the previous night's bites or slaps. Even the wound on her lips had healed—evidence of soul power's miraculous effects.
"So this is how it feels to finally lose the V card…" Tang Xiao grinned foolishly. "I feel like I can conquer the world."
The previous night, he had ravaged his wife to his heart's content.
He had long since forgotten how many times he had spilled his seed inside her. Yet even when he finally released for the last time, his body was still brimming with energy. Though satisfied, he felt an instinctive desire for more. In the end, it was only because Ruoyan had reached her limit that he was forced to stop.
Tang Xiao didn't know whether every man was like this—capable of going for hundreds of rounds without exhaustion.
But he felt proud.
A deep, unmistakable masculine pride.
"I hope Rouyan will bear my child soon…"
Setting aside thoughts of conquering the world, Tang Xiao turned his gaze back to his sleeping wife.
He had never forgotten the true reason behind this marriage.
It was nothing more than a child—one capable of reaching godhood.
Even if the child was not born capable, he would make it so.
Even if it wasn't for the slim chance of grasping eternal life through his descendant, he still needed a powerful heir—someone talented enough to ensure his peaceful survival through his remaining mortal years.
Qian Renxue had already been born.
Regardless of whether Bibi Dong herself could become a god, Renxue alone was already a definite threat—to him and to Clear Sky Sect.
Too many things had slipped beyond his control.
Qian Xunji's death was already uncertain. He couldn't be sure whether even more variables would emerge.
If Bibi Dong became Pope, she would be able to delay Qian Renxue's growth by several years, just as in the novel. But if she didn't…
Then the unification of the continent would only accelerate.
And the final outcome for Clear Sky Sect was easy to predict.
Thus, a child was crucial.
If it were a son, it would be even better.
"But alas… this won't be easy."
It would take years for powerful soul masters to conceive.
"Rouyan… oh Rouyan… we can only work harder.
If you can give me a son before Tang San is born—even just one year earlier—I'll be content."
With his guidance, even without twin martial souls, Tang Xiao had absolute confidence that he could raise his child to the level of a Titled Douluo before the age of twenty-five.
As these thoughts passed through his mind, Tang Xiao looked quietly at his sleeping, beautiful wife and let out a silent sigh.