Chapter 762: A Real Man

"Why is everyone not saying anything?"

Qin Jian looked at them strangely.

Ning Rongrong sniffled and said pitifully, "They said they want to see my wedding first, and then make a decision."

Qin Jian's mind turned slightly and he understood: "What? You are even competing over this?"

"We can't be worse than others." Qian Renxue crossed her arms.

"I am truly so pitiful..."

Ning Rongrong rubbed her eyes with a wail: "I am clearly the only fiancée, yet I still have to demonstrate for them, and what's even more hateful is..."

She clenched her fists and roared: "I'm the only one who hasn't had a real marriage with you!"

Everyone: "..."

Qin Jian did not change his expression; he looked around the circle and smiled slowly: "That won't do. Each of your weddings will be separate, and you are not allowed to sabotage each other."

"Is it necessary to be so strict?" Qian Renxue curled her lips: "It's just curiosity, just taking a look."

Qin Jian was unhurried: "Then Xue'er, as long as you are willing to let others watch your wedding, you will also have the right to watch others'. How about that?"

Qian Renxue thought about a group of love rivals watching at her wedding, that feeling...

"Forget it, I'll just be by myself."

She decisively backed down.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes swept over Qin Jian's face a few times, then she suddenly smiled slightly.

This man has truly grown up.

Things like a fire in the backyard will perhaps never happen again.

Because he will not allow it.

"Alright, there's no need to discuss your wedding plans right now," Qin Jian smiled: "Thirty days, three days for each person, starting with Rongrong, I will go find you one by one."

He waved his hand: "For now, everyone leave separately, clean up the aftermath; those who need to be repatriated should be, those who need to be settled should be, and those who need compensation should be."

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Zhu Zhuqing glanced at each other, then, with graceful, soft, and charming smiles, replied: "Yes."

"I'll have to trouble Ning Shu with the affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire..."

Qin Jian said, then came to Ning Rongrong's side and asked softly: "Rongrong, where do you want to go now?"

Ning Rongrong hugged his arm, tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling and moving: "Guess."

Qin Jian chuckled softly: "Let's go, we're going home."

Although time was tight, he remained methodical and unhurried.

The two soared into the sky, flying straight toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

With the power of the Plane Domain, Qin Jian arrived in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main gate while holding Ning Rongrong in just a few breaths.

The few remaining guards saw them descending from the sky and hurriedly knelt to pay their respects.

To these members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Qin Jian was the faith in their hearts, their god.

Who else made the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect the master of the Heaven Dou Empire, and himself the master of the Dalu?

Moreover, he even dared to confront the gods alone!

This is what you call defying the heavens, the earth, and the very air—so badass there's nothing like it in heaven or on earth!

Coming from the same sect as such a figure, who wouldn't feel honored?

"No need for formalities."

Qin Jian said with a smile, wrapped his arm around Ning Rongrong's willow waist, and walked slowly into the sect.

"It's been quite a while since I've been back..."

He looked at the surrounding scenery, his expression slowly relaxing: "The sect still looks so peaceful."

Ning Rongrong leaned against him as they walked, her smile like a flower: "Ever since the Heaven Dou Empire was practically under our control, the sect has been gradually hidden behind the empire. Many overt and covert attacks are directed at the Imperial Palace, so the sect's presence has diminished."

"Rongrong, do you want to go to your small building, or to Teacher's residence?" Qin Jian asked in a low voice.

A flicker of light seemed to pass through Ning Rongrong's eyes, and her small mouth pursed naturally: "Let's go to Jian Yeye's small building; that is where we started."

Stepping into that simple building, Ning Rongrong suddenly took a deep breath, stretched out her long legs, walked to the sofa, and sat down slowly.

"Brother Jian, our beginning was that night I came over and pestered Jian Yeye to tell me stories, right?"

She looked up, her face carrying a hint of melancholy: "Without realizing it, more than ten years have passed. Thinking about it now, it really has been a long, long time."

Creak.

Qin Jian sat down beside her, and the sofa immediately let out a groan.

"Rongrong, actually, I was approaching you with a purpose back then," he said softly: "Even the stories Teacher told you were intentional on my part."

Ning Rongrong looked up at him, looking at the man she loved deeply, with no confusion in her eyes, only a smile: "Brother Jian is truly worthy of being a Ten Thousand Year old monster; you had so many tricks up your sleeve back then."

Qin Jian rubbed his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"But Brother Jian's kindness to me was sincere, I can feel it," Ning Rongrong rested her little head on Qin Jian's shoulder and said softly: "Brother Jian, will you tell me the story of Zhang Xiaofan one more time, please?"

"Okay."

How could Qin Jian refuse?

As the sun set and the moon rose, only the sound of his storytelling flowed quietly in the room.

"Brother Jian..."

At a certain moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly interrupted him: "Tell me, have I become Lu Xueqi?"

Qin Jian blinked, not speaking for a moment.

"Have I become that Lu Xueqi who stood firm without regrets?" Ning Rongrong asked again.

Qin Jian took a deep breath into her hair, letting the fragrance fill his nose.

"Rongrong, you... are just yourself," he said earnestly.

Ning Rongrong was slightly stunned, then smiled sweetly: "That's right, Brother Jian is not Zhang Xiaofan, and Ning Rongrong is not Lu Xueqi, nor is there that heartbreaking Bi Yao; we are just ourselves."

"Brother Jian..."

Her head slowly rested on Qin Jian's shoulder, murmuring softly: "You are truly very good... very good..."

"In the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, you helped me and protected me, never once showing impatience."

"In the royal etiquette class, you were able to dance such a beautiful social dance, even Teacher Moon Splendor praised you."

"You were willing to get engaged to me under the premise of the existence of the God Trial..."

She raised her head, her eyes warm and lovely: "And you relied only on yourself to obtain the Qiluo Tulip..."

Qin Jian felt his face burn a little from her praise: "But I couldn't become your only one, I was distracted..."

"Mm..."

Ning Rongrong responded in a low voice, not hypocritically saying she didn't care, but only saying: "There are gains and losses; I have already understood this principle. Someone as good as you is too hard for one person to possess..."

She raised her head, her smile like a flower: "I am willing to accept such imperfection in exchange for having my Brother Jian by my side for all eternity."

"Rongrong..."

Qin Jian couldn't help but hold her tighter: "You are my first love, I will never let you go."

Ning Rongrong lay quietly in his arms, feeling this intimacy and a faint joy.

Even if the selfish desire to possess someone alone cannot be satisfied, what does it matter?

Being able to be together is already good enough!

"Brother Jian, let us..."

"Get married..."

(End of this chapter)