Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Fu Donglai, his visage twisted with a savage roar, watched Shen Yuexin, who always remained calm.

"You know," he said, "apart from me, no one in this world has the right to possess you, do you understand?"

"Even if he doesn't come, I will go out and find him. And believe me, I'll make sure his entire family is wiped out. I always keep my word!"

As the Young Sect Master of Mo Yun Sect, Fu Donglai had the capital and the confidence, so in his eyes, only he was worthy of Shen Yuexin. Who else would dare to touch her?

"If you believe me, you will stand down and let me go, or you will definitely regret it!"

Shen Yuexin took a deep breath and couldn't help laughing, her smile laden with mockery. Did Fu Donglai really think he could kill Ye Ling?

After hearing her words, Fu Donglai gave a shrug: "I'm really curious—really—what kind of man is he to give you such confidence?"

"I'm actually looking forward to meeting him. I want to see for myself what makes him think he can take you away from me, Fu Donglai. I wonder if he has what it takes to scare me to death."

Shen Yuexin nodded, "Don't worry, you will definitely see him. He is the finest man in the world."

Fu Donglai's usually haughty expression grew dark as he nodded, "Good. Rest assured, I'll definitely give you the chance to watch him die before your eyes."

"And today, play your role as the bride well. Otherwise, if you upset me, the Mo Yun Sect's army will annihilate the Shen Family in an instant!"

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Fu Donglai turned and walked away. Shen Yuexin, watching his retreating figure, clenched her fists tightly.

Once Fu Donglai had stepped outside, thinking of Shen Yuexin's graceful figure, he felt his heart heat up: "Go, heightened alert. Anyone who dares to breach Mo Yun Sect today, kill on sight!"

The disciples guarding the door nodded repeatedly and turned to leave to make arrangements, but a female disciple following beside Fu Donglai shook her head.

"Young Sect Master, that woman should feel honored, because there is no one in this world more outstanding than the Young Sect Master," she said.

Fu Donglai turned and looked at the woman beside him, her face filled with adoration; he smiled slightly, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he reached out to pinch her pointed chin.

"Whether she feels honored is her business, but remember, do not discuss her again, do you understand? You're not worthy!"

With a swoosh, Fu Donglai yanked off the woman's robe. The woman, her eyes filled with shock, quickly covered her tempting body.

"Your worth is still too weak," he said with a cold laugh, tossing the robe skyward before turning to leave. In his eyes, no woman but Shen Yuexin could have a place, a near pathological fixation.

Half an hour later, the wedding preparations began. On the training field of the Mo Yun Sect, rows of long tables were set up, piled high with delicious delicacies.

Over the spacious ground, strips of crimson ribbons twisted into a magnificent pattern, creating a bold "Double Happiness" character in mid-air.

Shen Yuexin was escorted directly to the ceremonial site above, while Fu Donglai, intoxicated, gazed at Shen Yuexin veiled in red.

Seated on either side were Fu Donglai's elders, the high-ranking members of the Mo Yun Sect, each and every one a formidable powerhouse, at least at the Golden Core Stage.

Even more, the white-haired elder in the seat of honor, his body surging with a terrifying presence, was a fearsome cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending Stage.

Just the presence of such dreadful power alone was enough to intimidate the entire Martial World, let alone the dozen or so Golden Core elders by his side. With such a foundation, who in the Martial World would dare to stand in their way?

"Donglai, not bad, not bad, the girl you've found is exceptionally talented; she hasn't tarnished our Fu Family's good name,"

the fearsome elder in the Transcendance Tribulation Stage nodded with a smile. Fu Donglai puffed out his chest, "Thank you, Great Grandfather, for your praise."

Fu Donglai's great grandfather, the elder of the Fu Family, the Daoist Fu Yun who once terrorized the Martial World, was now a decrepit old man, but still possessed an immense reputation.

"Well, well, on your wedding day, I don't have much to give you. This bit of wood element primal source Crystal Stone, just take it and have fun with it, hahaha, and give me a great-grandson later!"

Daoist Fu Yun laughed heartily as he flicked his finger, sending a crystal stone whizzing out. It was a verdant green, emitting a lush vitality.

Fu Donglai quickly caught it, his eyes shining as he knelt on the ground and loudly thanked the elder. Just then, two of the Golden Core elders who were sitting on chairs suddenly stood up and quietly left the area.

"Alright, the wedding ceremony officially begins now. All disciples, bring your blessings to your Young Sect Master!"

A Golden Core elder stood up, shouting with a laugh as he waved his hand, and instantly a thousand disciples stood up, swinging their palms fiercely. Beams of terrifyingly brilliant light soared into the sky.

The iridescence of Spiritual Power shot up into the heavens, a truly grand gesture. Using spiritual power as fireworks to celebrate was extremely rare in a world where martial arts reigned supreme.

Heavenly Spiritual Power ignited dazzling splendor, drenching the entire sky in color, as an enormous phoenix crafted from Spiritual Power glided slowly in from the west.

Frantically fluttering its flame-wrapped wings, its eyes bright, it suddenly let out a soft cry, and with a fierce unfurling of its wings, it radiated rolling flames.

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This radiant blaze almost set the sky alight, intensely hot, yet carrying deep blessings within.

Lu-lu-lu, petals adorned with divine glimmers blossomed one after another, fading in and out of existence, a mystery boundless and magical beyond measure.

The several Golden Core elders all smiled as they watched everything unfold, nodding their heads in approval. This could be deemed the greatest wedding in the Martial World.

Meanwhile, at the Azure Dragon mountain range, two Golden Core elders and a hundred Innate disciples stood in front of the Sect, their faces fierce, holding longswords and broadswords as they watched a terrible figure come flying toward them.

"Rubbish! You dare to lay hands on my Mo Yun Sect disciples, you must have the gall of a bear and the guts of a leopard. Are you not afraid your entire family will be annihilated?"

One of the Golden Core elders shouted furiously. The person had broken through from Mo Yun Sect's watchpost ten miles away. After receiving the report, no further reports had come in.

If so, that meant all the disciples at the lookout had been killed, or else reports would have surely been sent back by now.

"A ruthlessly cruel lot, how could my Mo Yun Sect ever be afraid of you?"

"Men, form up!"

The two Golden Core elders roared, and behind them a hundred Innate disciples each let out a battle cry, their swords flashing as they pointed the tips toward the figure in mid-air.

"Hundred Instruments Sword Formation, sword vanquish all enemies!"

With a shout, a subtle aura slowly emanated from the disciples, converging together, manifesting a hint of the power of a Golden Core Stage warrior.

In midair, a white shadow struck madly. It was none other than Little White.

Above Little White, Ye Ling's eyes were icy, his hands grasping the Primal Sword Embryo, his body covered in startling bloodstains.