Chapter 694: Double Happiness (This Chapter Is Intense)

Whose territory is this?

Isn't this Qiuluoye's territory?

Dan Chengjun asked the woman before him: "What connection do you have with Qiuluoye?"

Ayi said solemnly: "She's my wife!"

Dan Chengjun asked seriously: "Do you even know what a wife is for?"

Ayi answered smoothly: "Live together, have children together!"

Dan Chengjun looked at Ayi and sighed: "Crazy woman, it's a miracle you're still alive."

Ayi looked back at Dan Chengjun: "You've called me crazy woman twice."

Dan Chengjun nodded: "Yes, twice. What are you going to do about it?"

Ayi rolled up her sleeves; Dan Chengjun knew she was about to pull out her tools.

Anything she pulled from her hands wouldn't surprise him—even if she pulled a tank from her sleeve, he'd find it perfectly reasonable. Facing Ayi meant preparing for this—

BOOM!

The ground beneath Dan Chengjun exploded.

Though not seriously injured, his shoes were blown to shreds, his toes exposed.

Dan Chengjun asked Ayi: "Is this a landmine?"

Ayi nodded: "I just buried it. You didn't notice, did you?"

Dan Chengjun couldn't understand: "You used a landmine—why roll up your sleeves?"

Ayi found the question absurd: "Don't you use your hands to bury landmines? Don't you roll up your sleeves when doing manual work?"

Then she pulled a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her hands.

Dan Chengjun wore a look of disdain but watched Ayi's every move closely—her fighting style could always surprise him.

After wiping her hands, Ayi tossed the handkerchief onto Dan Chengjun's head.

Dan Chengjun caught it with one hand—the handkerchief exploded instantly, hiding a hand grenade inside.

No matter. A hand grenade was perfectly plausible.

Dan Chengjun's hand was scraped raw; he gathered the shattered shrapnel and threw it back at Ayi.

This was one of Dan Chengjun's most favored tactics: return any weapon used against him, catching the opponent off guard.

But this time the shrapnel didn't return—only part of the grenade's technique had been used; halfway through flight, the shards transformed into a machine gun and unleashed a furious barrage at Dan Chengjun.

Dan Chengjun shrugged off his outer robe and caught every bullet, smiling at Ayi: "Let's see how many tricks you've got left."

BOOM!

All the bullets inside the robe detonated, leaving Dan Chengjun scorched and blackened.

Every time he fought Ayi, Dan Chengjun questioned one thing: was this even Like Puluozhou?

Ayi's craftsmanship was indeed powerful—he admitted that. Being wounded by her techniques wasn't unusual; even a peddler standing here might not escape unscathed.

But in Like Puluozhou, gunpowder had less than a thirty percent chance of detonating successfully. With Ayi, it always worked perfectly.

Dan Chengjun suspected the substance she used wasn't gunpowder at all—he'd considered taking some back to study, to determine whether her powder relied on craft-cultivator methods or mad-cultivator methods.

But now wasn't the time to ponder gunpowder. Dan Chengjun knew Ayi well—he couldn't let her keep the upper hand. It was time to strike back.

He beckoned with a finger—a poplar tree uprooted itself: "Crazy woman, out of respect for your father, I'll spare your life. Leave."

Ayi looked around frantically: "Did you see my father? Where is he?"

Dan Chengjun frowned: "Can you even understand human speech? I said 'out of respect for your father,' not 'look at your father!'"

Ayi snapped: "Disgusting creature, you dare insult me? You haven't even seen my father, yet you claim to see his face? Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"I shouldn't waste another word on you." Dan Chengjun seized the poplar and hurled it at Ayi.

BOOM!

Before it left his hand, the poplar exploded.

Wood chips sprayed everywhere; Dan Chengjun glanced at the blood on his hands and realized something was wrong.

Three things were wrong. First: the quantity of explosives didn't add up.

So much explosive material couldn't have been planted on the spot—she'd prepared in advance.

But Dan Chengjun had only just arrived in Qiqiu City. When had she prepared? How did she know he'd come to this grove?

Second: the timing of the explosions was wrong.

This was the most abnormal point.

The poplar had been chosen at random—he always used whatever was nearby in battle. How had Ayi known exactly which tree he'd pick, and planted explosives inside it?

Was the tree sentient? Or was the explosive itself sentient?

Third: Dan Chengjun realized his own response had been flawed.

All he needed to do was raise his hand—anything in his grasp became a weapon. He had countless tactics at his disposal. Yet today, he'd used the most foolish one: throwing things back and forth with Ayi.

Ayi excelled at using weapons from other provinces. Why fight her at range? What advantage did that give him?

Even swinging a branch at her would be better than this absurd exchange of projectiles.

This battle was too abnormal.

Dan Chengjun suspected he'd been affected by a technique.

Had he been struck by a mad-cultivator technique, clouding his mind?

But when had he been affected?

Was it that piss?

Was there something in that piss?

Should he taste it again?

Why taste such a thing? Clearly, he'd been struck by a mad-cultivator technique!

Dan Chengjun swept his sleeve—the surrounding sands surged into a storm, using sand for attack was relatively safe.

His judgment was correct: no explosives in the sand. The wind and sand swept toward Ayi, carving holes through her.

These holes appeared not only on Ayi but also on the scenery around her.

The sand struck the painting!

This painting must have been drawn by Mu Yuejuan—she was coordinating with Ayi!

Dan Chengjun swiftly whipped his sleeve, creating a vortex to clear away the surrounding traps. Explosions erupted—this tactic worked. Many of Ayi's buried explosives were detonated prematurely.

But this wasn't enough. The wind and sand grew fiercer; Dan Chengjun prepared to dig deep underground and unearth every landmine.

Kong Fang suddenly closed in and slapped a string of copper coins onto Dan Chengjun's face.

The coins fell with the sand; Dan Chengjun remained unharmed—he'd formed a shield of sand before his face.

It blocked the coins.

Dan Chengjun swept his sleeve, intending to strangle Kong Fang with his robe.

RIIIIIP!

The robe caught on a painted scroll—and the scroll shattered instantly.

Kong Fang escaped using Mu Yuejuan's painting!

The torn scroll fragments gathered in one place and detonated again. Dan Chengjun shielded his body but was left ringing in the ears.

The surroundings were still a grove—but Dan Chengjun couldn't tell which trees were real.

Ayi, Kong Fang, and Mu Yuejuan all stood before him—he couldn't distinguish who was real and who was painted.

He walked to a poplar, gently pushed its trunk.

Leaves fell in a swirling cascade, like a coiling dragon, dancing in all directions.

Dan Chengjun unleashed his true skill—this dragon could endure, strike, evade water and fire, pierce illusions, resist weapons, and exploit an enemy's opening after they attacked.

RIIIIIP!

The sound of tearing scrolls never ceased—Mu Yuejuan's pre-prepared scrolls were shredded by the dragon, seventy or eighty of them.

When had she prepared these?

This could be deduced: earlier, Mu Yuejuan had slipped into a painting—but she hadn't left far. She'd been placing scrolls all around.

His earlier helplessness stemmed not only from being affected by a mad-cultivator technique, but also from Mu Yuejuan—she'd swapped many elements of the battlefield with her paintings.

First, eliminate Mu Yuejuan—the fight would become easier. Of the three, she was the weakest, and she bore a mark—killing her wouldn't be hard.

Dan Chengjun swiftly locked onto Mu Yuejuan's position—she hid beneath a locust tree.

He'd confirmed it by the mark. He wasn't worried about being fooled by the scrolls—he grabbed a handful of copper coins and hurled them at the locust tree.

These coins belonged to Kong Fang, yet Dan Chengjun controlled them effortlessly—two struck Mu Yuejuan: one on the shoulder, one on the leg.

Mu Yuejuan was wounded, but the remaining coins kept chasing her—then a piercing shriek rang out, and the coins suddenly veered off course.

Amid the shriek, the coins trembled and fell to the ground. Dan Chengjun cursed inwardly—this sound cultivator was interfering again.

He still hadn't pinpointed the sound cultivator's location, and now the scenery twisted and spun.

Mu Yuejuan was counterattacking—reshaping the painting's layout. Dan Chengjun faintly glimpsed seams within the scrolls.

Aah~

The piercing shriek sounded again, disrupting Dan Chengjun's hearing and sense of direction.

Dan Chengjun grabbed a handful of pebbles, intending to shatter the scrolls entirely—the pebbles exploded in his palm, injuring his right hand.

Could this really be a coincidence? Even picking up a handful of pebbles randomly turned out to be explosives?

So many anomalies couldn't be coincidence. Dan Chengjun thought inwardly: is it that the explosives are sentient, drawn to me—or have I been struck by a mad-cultivator technique, drawing explosives to myself?

Both are possible.

The surrounding trees exploded one after another, dust rolling with the shockwave into a cloud of black smoke above the forest.

Within the cloud, Dan Chengjun kept maneuvering against the traps, while A Yi continuously set new ones.

When the cloud finally cleared, Dan Chengjun was gone.

Mu Yuejuan and Kong Fang didn't dare relax—they kept searching the area—when A Yi brushed the dust off her hands and smiled: "No need to look. He ran."

Dan Chengjun ran?

Mu Yuejuan found it hard to believe. Kong Fang tore off every string of coins from his ruined hat and scanned for Dan Chengjun's trail.

Dan Chengjun had indeed fled—he'd fought too many battles to know this fight was unwinnable.

First, he'd been hit by a Mad Cultivator technique; his condition was already off.

A Yi and Mu Yuejuan's coordination was flawless. Dan Chengjun kept falling for A Yi's traps because Mu Yuejuan used her scroll to disrupt his judgment.

Kong Fang had been fighting for his life, drawing Dan Chengjun's attention, while a high-level Sound Cultivator secretly disrupted the battlefield.

Under these conditions, Dan Chengjun had no chance of victory. Withdrawing early was the wisest choice.

Once Dan Chengjun was definitely gone, Kong Fang exhaled deeply, picked up his tattered hat, and barely covered his face.

Mu Yuejuan glanced at A Yi: "Girl, after all these years, we still read each other's minds."

A Yi looked at Mu Yuejuan: "Little girl, did you get marked by Dan Chengjun?"

Mu Yuejuan laughed: "You little devil, never letting anyone get the better of you—but calling me 'little girl'? I actually like it."

"I did get marked by Dan Chengjun. Can you break it?"

A Yi pulled a paper packet from her sleeve and handed it to Mu Yuejuan: "Eat this. It'll remove the mark."

Mu Yuejuan trusted A Yi completely and swallowed the medicine.

Soon after, Mu Yuejuan's stomach seized in agony, her body shuddered, and blood poured from her ears, nose, and lips.

"Girl, what medicine did you give me?" Mu Yuejuan cried in panic.

"Explosives," A Yi answered honestly.

"You crazy hag, I'm going to—" Mu Yuejuan lunged at A Yi, but her body convulsed and she vomited a lump of black charcoal.

It wasn't charcoal to begin with—it was a branch Dan Chengjun had picked up on the spot. His marks always used local materials, but A Yi's explosives had turned it to charcoal.

A Yi grinned: "Mark spat out? I saved your life again, right? Sisters don't need words."

Mu Yuejuan wiped the blood from her lips: "Fine, you saved me. This battle drove Dan Chengjun off—I'll brag about it for the rest of my life!"

A Yi nodded: "Yeah, Dan Chengjun ran. So who do we fight next?"

"Fight who?" Mu Yuejuan said. "The enemy's gone. We don't need to fight anymore."

"That's no fun," A Yi pulled out a grenade launcher from her sleeve. "Let's keep fighting!"

Mu Yuejuan laughed: "You crazy girl—I'm truly impressed."

A Yi didn't smile. She loaded a shell into the launcher.

Mu Yuejuan froze for a moment, then yanked Kong Fang into the scroll.

It was a vast scroll: Mu Yuejuan and Kong Fang rode side by side on a single horse, galloping across the wild plains.

Kong Fang couldn't understand A Yi's actions: "Why did A Yi turn on us? We were scared off—what if Dan Chengjun comes back? How will she handle it?"

Mu Yuejuan's combat strength was weaker than Kong Fang's, but her experience was far greater—and she knew A Yi well: "A Yi suddenly appearing in Qiqiu City has always seemed odd. Who sent her?"

Kong Fang thought a moment: "Could it be our Lord?"

Mu Yuejuan smiled: "I thought so too. I suspect the Peddler's tied up right now, so he sent A Yi ahead. When he arrives in Qiqiu City, he won't let Dan Chengjun leave Prozhou alive."

"Among the comrades we fought with, Dan Chengjun was the worst. You heard him—he wanted to massacre Qiqiu City. If the Peddler finds him, he won't let him live."

Kong Fang nodded: "Our Lord truly has that power."

Mu Yuejuan sighed: "Why play this game? Aren't you our Lord yourself? You can fool others, but not me. You don't need to hide behind the Peddler's name—you can carry the Snowflake River banner on your own."

Kong Fang didn't answer. He changed the subject: "Where are Feng Feng Chongli, Shang Shang Rongchu, and Xiao Qian Xiao Qian Yueyi?"

"Don't worry about them. I've taken care of everything."

Kong Fang sighed: "I don't understand you anymore. I never thought you'd care whether they lived or died."

Mu Yuejuan said: "Only I was marked by Dan Chengjun. If I hadn't helped them, you wouldn't have helped me. One-on-one, I couldn't beat him. Better to trade sincerity for sincerity—we fight together."

As they spoke, Kong Fang's hat fell off. He bent to pick it up, but Mu Yuejuan spurred the horse forward—he missed it.

"No need to cover your face," Mu Yuejuan glanced back at him. "A few scars on a man's face? Doesn't matter. Makes him look better."

Kong Fang smiled bitterly: "You've got a sweet tongue."

"Sweet?" Mu Yuejuan grabbed his hand. "Find a place. Let me show you how sweet it really is."

Kong Fang chuckled: "Is there really such a thing? If you're going to cultivate, I'm out."

Mu Yuejuan shook her head: "Not cultivation. I truly like you."

Kong Fang didn't believe her: "Who have you ever liked in your life?"

"Too long ago to remember. But today—I truly like you," Mu Yuejuan looked at him again. "A man with balls. The more I look, the more handsome he becomes."

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A Yi looked up at the banyan tree and grinned: "Come down and say something!"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "Can't I just stay up here?"

A Yi raised the grenade launcher: "Then I'll blow the tree up."

"Wait! I'm coming down!" Zhao Zhao Xiaowan jumped from the tree, carrying the pendulum.

A Yi took the pendulum's hand: "All these years, you still look just as beautiful."

The pendulum trembled violently.

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "My sister's timid. Don't scare her."

A Yi blinked: "You mean me? I'm not timid. I used to go to the latrine alone at night. Last month, my wife blew up the latrine while I was inside. She couldn't take me anymore, so I'm looking for a new wife."

I thought I'd just take a few wives instead.

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Zhao Zhao Xiaowan nodded: "Good. Marriage shouldn't be forced."

A Yi stared at Zhao Zhao Xiaowan, lowering her voice: "By the way, after all these years—have you married?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan smiled: "I have. What about you?"

A Yi shook her head: "I haven't. Old Train refused to marry me, and I refused to marry anyone else. But living alone is boring, so I took a few wives. I was thinking—if you're still single, marry me. I'd be proud to have such a beautiful wife."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan snorted: "Why should I marry you? Why don't you marry me?"

A Yi straightened her expression: "You're a woman. How could I marry you? You want to climb on top of me?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan laughed: "Back when we fought, when we were tired, I always wanted to tease you."

A Yi sighed deeply: "We just wanted a quiet life. The Peddler promised us peace. Who knew it ended like this?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan lowered her head, whispering: "It's my fault—I dragged you all down."

A Yi shook her head: "How could it be your fault? You didn't know I was Sun Sun Tiecheng's daughter. You didn't know about Fool's City. You never told anyone you knew me. Even now, you haven't told anyone those birds wanted to wipe out Fool's City. Even without you, they'd have found another excuse."

Aiyi shook her head and said, "How could you be to blame? Back then, you didn't even know I was Sun Sun Tiecheng's daughter, you didn't know anything about Fool's City, and you never told anyone you knew me—until now, you've never told anyone those bird-men were trying to wipe out Fool's City. Even without this incident, those bird-men would have found some other excuse."

A Yi took Zhao Zhao Xiaowan's hand: "It's not tied to you. And didn't we agree? We were supposed to forget all this. I used a technique to make you forget."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan's expression turned sorrowful: "I forgot. But lately, traveling with my husband, I've slowly remembered."

Seeing Zhao Zhao Xiaowan upset, A Yi quickly changed the subject: "Hey, I've got a question—how's your husband in bed?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan blinked: "What do you mean 'in bed'?"

"What else?" A Yi raised an eyebrow. "How's he in the sack? Good?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan blushed: "He's… fast."

"Fast's good, right? Isn't it?"

A Yi saw Zhao Zhao Xiaowan wasn't smiling. She wasn't sure if she'd said something wrong.

She'd never married. She didn't know if "fast" was good.

A Yi changed the subject again: "Why dwell on sad things? Let me tell you something happy—I recently took on a foster younger brother. He's hilarious!"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan was curious: "What's his name?"

A Yi glanced around, lowered her voice: "His name is Brother."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan laughed for a long time: "Do you know who I married?"

A Yi listened intently: "Who?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "I married a man named Husband."

A Yi's eyes lit up: "Really? My wives call me Husband too!"

They laughed for a long while. Just seeing A Yi always made people forget their troubles.

But forgetting troubles didn't mean forgetting duty. Zhao Zhao Xiaowan pulled out her phone and called Old Luo.

Luo Zhengnan panicked: "Madam, where have you been? Seventh Master has been looking for you everywhere!"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "I'm in Qiqiu City. Connect me to my husband."

Luo Zhengnan said: "Seventh Master seems to be in trouble—he's unreachable!"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan frowned: "He just called me. How can he be unreachable now?"

Luo Zhengnan couldn't explain: "He called earlier and said he'd made his home in his office. I don't know what that meant. Since then, he's been unreachable."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan thought a moment: "I understand. Don't tell anyone."

This was Li Ban's backup plan. If anything happened to him, his wife needed a way to find her way home.

After hanging up, Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said to A Yi: "I'm going to Waizhou. Take care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said to Ayi, "I'm going to another state; take good care of yourself!"

Ai said: "I'm about to marry a bride—don't you at least drink a cup of wedding wine before you leave?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan smiled gently: "When I got married, I didn't hold a wedding feast either. When the time comes, I'll set up a table, and we'll drink our fill and make up for everything we missed."

"Fine, we'll make up for it all!" Ai asked, "How do you plan to get to Yuezhou?"

"I know a secret tunnel leading to Yuezhou."

Ai shook her head: "Don't take any secret tunnels. Go through Hulucun—it's safer."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan shook her head: "I'm afraid I'll drag you into trouble."

Ai laughed: "No need to fear anymore. Hulucun isn't Ji Yuren City—we have nothing to fear now. Who are you going to find in Yuezhou?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "My husband."

Li Li Banfeng had completed his advancement, but his body had not yet recovered.

He brought back the shadow from the clouds, greeted Jiang Linger, and left Yucui Tower.

Jiang Linger tried hard to make a sorrowful expression, but ultimately couldn't manage it.

When she found Luo Luo Shaojun, Li Li Banfeng told her he wanted to return to Qishuiyao. Luo Luo Shaojun was reluctant, but seeing Li Qi so anxious, she felt even more heartbroken.

She told Luo Su Lijun about it, and Luo Su Lijun steered Wubian City toward the entrance to Qishuiyao.

Until now, Luo Su Lijun still didn't know how Li Li Banfeng had arrived at Wubian City, but she understood one thing:

If Li Li Banfeng didn't want to say something, she was better off not asking.

After leaving Wubian City, Li Li Banfeng climbed out of the pool and sat inside the factory, coughing for a long while.

He pulled out his phone and called Lao Luo, who was overjoyed: "Seventh Master, we've finally found you! I've reached Lady!"

"Where did Lady go?"

Luo Zhengnan said: "She said she's in Qiqiucheng."

"Quickly connect the call."

Luo Zhengnan tried several times but couldn't get through.

He truly didn't know what was going on—he could reach Lady but not Seventh Master; now that he'd reached Seventh Master, Lady was unreachable again.

Worried his wife was in danger, Li Li Banfeng rushed straight to Qiqiucheng without stopping.

At dawn, he arrived in the city and went to the laboratory. The door was locked, and the phone still wouldn't connect. Waiting outside the lab wasn't an option, so Li Li Banfeng went to Qiu Qiu Luoye's residence to gather information, only to find Qiu Qiu Luoye sitting silently in his room, lost in thought, with Shui Shui Yongquan beside him.

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "Brother Qiu, back already? Have you been to the Bai He Sect's forbidden zone?"

Qiu Qiu Luoye nodded: "I have. That place is important—I'll tell you the details later."

Li Li Banfeng waved his hand: "No need for details. That's Bai He Sect's secret—you shouldn't tell me."

"I still have to tell you. I had Xiao Xiao Songzi find a chance to inform you—Bai He Sect's affairs still need your help," Qiu Qiu Luoye sighed, ordering wine set out: "Seventh, drink with me."

Why was Qiu Qiu Luoye so down?

Tiger summoned servants to bring food and drink; soon, the table was full. Qiu Qiu Luoye picked up a pumpkin and took a bite.

"Brother, don't laugh—brother can drink, but I can't stand meat. Every time I'm with you, I force myself to eat it, and it makes me miserable. Today, I'm dropping my pride and eating what I love—don't mock me."

Li Li Banfeng said: "What's there to laugh at? Eat what you like. Brother, have you run into something?"

Qiu Qiu Luoye shook his head: "Nothing serious. Let's drink."

Shui Shui Yongquan sighed beside him: "Yes! Drink! Drink big!"

After two cups, Qiu Qiu Luoye said again: "Brother, Qiqiucheng is our home. I know you have many things outside,

but you still need to come home and check in once in a while—I can't rest easy otherwise."

Li Li Banfeng was confused: "Aren't you taking care of things at home? Brother Qiu, don't scare me—what's really going on?"

"Really nothing. Drink!" Qiu Qiu Luoye raised his cup again.

Shui Shui Yongquan wiped away tears beside him and sighed: "Drink!"

Why was he crying now?

After a few cups, Qiu Qiu Luoye said: "Brother, Old Shui is badly injured. To recover, he'll need many days. He's delirious—he needs someone to watch over him. We've been brothers—don't despise him. Visit him often."

Qiu Qiu Luoye's voice trembled.

Li Li Banfeng grew anxious: "Brother Qiu, can't you just say it plainly? What's really happening?"

Shui Shui Yongquan's tears flowed again: "You don't need to look after me—I'm fine. Big Elephant, let's drink another cup!"

Qiu Qiu Luoye raised his cup as the sound of gongs, drums, and suona flutes rang from outside.

Who the hell was banging gongs and drums here?

That suona melody was beautiful—and oddly familiar.

That sounds like a wedding tune.

Why are they holding a wedding here?

Qiu Qiu Luoye drank his wine, stood up, and looked at Li Li Banfeng: "Brother, remember what I just said. I've entrusted it all to you. Take care."

With that, Qiu Qiu Luoye strode out of the mansion.

Shui Shui Yongquan called out: "Brother, stand tall! Don't bow your head even at her home!"

Qiu Qiu Luoye reached the front gate, and amid the sound of gongs, drums, and suona, stepped into a bridal sedan.

Li Li Banfeng stared, dumbfounded.

He saw Ai beside the sedan.

Ai smiled at Li Li Banfeng: "Brother, you came too? Are you here to escort the bride?"

"Uh, Sister, what's going on?"

"Come on, come with me to Hulucun for the wedding wine!"

"Sister, let's not talk about wedding wine first—what's this all about—"

Ai's face darkened: "I'm inviting you to wedding wine—why won't you drink? On my happiest day, don't you dare cause trouble!"

The wedding procession paraded through Qiqiucheng, leaving the townsfolk stunned—no one knew whose wedding this was, with such grandeur.

Bai Bai Wusong caught up to Ai, trying to stop her: "You can't do this! This is our Sect Master—I finally found her—"

Ai glanced at Bai Bai Wusong and laughed: "Oh? So there's a bridesmaid too!"

PS: Ai is truly wonderful. The day I saw her, I wanted to go to Hulucun myself.

Thank you to patrons Ken and huang—this is the second patron. Thank you for your strong support for Salad and Li Banfeng.