Chapter 62: Breaking Armor and the Great Wedding

"Breathing Method"

"Qi Refiner"

On the stone platform, the crowd saw the scene in the light and shadow; Master Yu and Shi Hai exclaimed in succession—one with a look of concern, the other filled with astonishment.

Yin Linglong pressed her lips shut in silence, but her tightly clenched fists inside her sleeves revealed her inner turmoil.

……

Wang Yu moved his body in an instant, charging forward like a ferocious tiger to stand before Yu Xiaoming, swinging his arm, five fingers curling into claws as they struck the pale red stone armor, then slashing downward.

"Rattling"

Five deep claw marks instantly appeared on the seemingly indestructible stone armor, sending pale red stone fragments flying.

Yu Xiaoming was startled, but before he could react, Wang Yu’s legs flashed in rapid succession, circling him in a blur, while a low roar echoed from his mouth, like a tiger emerging from the mountains.

His two arms whirled swiftly, countless claw shadows darting out—each strike tore off large chunks of pale red stone from the armor.

In the blink of an eye, the thick stone armor covering Yu Xiaoming had thinned considerably.

Yu Xiaoming grunted, a flicker of strange green light passing through his eyes; he stomped his foot hard, and countless shattered stones beneath him shot upward, sinking into his armor and rapidly turning pale red.

The damaged armor repaired itself instantly.

Yu Xiaoming let out a "hehe," preparing to speak some mocking words.

But Wang Yu silently murmured, "Activate Overclock," and his eyes glowed with crystalline light as his senses expanded countlessfold.

The next moment, he drew a deep breath; his already nearly two-meter-tall body swelled another half-circle, his arms thickened further, and countless blue veins bulged across his skin.

"Whoosh."

Wang Yu surged forward like a hurricane; his two arms blurred, then vanished entirely, as two piercing shrieks rang out.

Yu Xiaoming felt his body jolt violently, as if two massive objects had slammed simultaneously into both his shoulders—a force beyond imagination crashed into him, and his stone armor turned as fragile as paper.

"Crash." "Crash."

The thick, seemingly unbreakable stone armor shattered into pieces, stone fragments flying everywhere.

"Impossible!"

Yu Xiaoming screamed in disbelief, then his face twisted into madness—he formed hand seals, spat out a cloud of essence blood, his pupils instantly turning emerald green, and patches of earth-yellow scales surfaced on his cheeks.

"Swoosh." "Swoosh."

The falling stone fragments surged back like a tidal wave, coalescing once more into thick armor around Yu Xiaoming’s body.

This time, the stones were a deeper crimson, and the armor’s surface bristled with dense, thick stone spikes.

The yellow hurricanes swirling around him roared inward, pressing toward the center.

But the next instant, a continuous series of piercing shrieks rang again in Yu Xiaoming’s ears.

He felt a crushing blow strike him from all directions; his stone armor "whooshed" and exploded into fragments under the overwhelming pressure.

Yu Xiaoming felt a violent gust sweep before his eyes, his abdomen burned hot, and he was flung backward…

On the stone platform.

Master Yu’s face was dark as iron.

Shi Hai frowned.

Yin Linglong smiled like a blooming flower.

The elder Yin family members were either panicked or utterly bewildered.

Other Yin clan members around the training ground displayed varied expressions—some excited, others frantic.

In the training ground, the yellow hurricane vanished completely, revealing the lone towering figure standing within.

Wang Yu held the unconscious youth by one hand, exhaled deeply, and white mist burst from his nose and mouth; his body shrank rapidly back to normal size. He glanced once toward the stone platform, then carried his opponent over.

Wherever he passed, Yin clan members stepped back to make way, watching the victor with complex gazes.

"Thud."

Wang Yu climbed onto the stone platform and tossed Yu Xiaoming at the feet of the dark-robed man.

Master Yu’s face darkened; after scanning his son with his spiritual sense and confirming he was unharmed, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Good. I never expected a mere Qi Refiner at the Initial Stage could master the ancient Qi Refiner’s breathing method and attain the Martial Form Body. My son lost fairly."

"Shi Zhishi, Lady Yin, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

No sooner had he spoken than the dark-robed man snatched up his son, waved his hand toward the silver mirror in the air, retrieved it, and with a gust of clear wind swirling around him, shot straight into the sky.

This Master Yu clearly did not wish to remain in the Yin clan for even a moment longer, not even bothering with formalities.

Shi Hai watched this scene and fell into deep thought.

"Shi Zhishi, it seems my husband is Wang Yu. Would you be so kind as to stay a few more days at the Yin clan to attend our wedding?"

"After all, you are the witness to this contest, and I intend to use the clan’s sacred artifact after our marriage to apply for my husband’s entrance examination." Yin Linglong, reversing her earlier coldness, suppressed her inner excitement and spoke politely to Shi Hai.

Given Wang Daoyou’s performance just now, even if his spiritual roots are slightly inferior, the sect would never turn him away. As an outer sect zhishi, I certainly cannot let such talent slip by—I ought to stay and personally test him. Then I shall remain for a while longer and impose upon the Yin clan.

The elder Yin family members and several other elders nearby had already turned pale; some, overcome with fear, collapsed onto the stone platform.

"Send these elders back to their quarters. Also, prepare to open the Ancestral Hall. Tomorrow, I will take Wang Lang to pay respects to our ancestors and formally welcome him as a son-in-law of the Yin clan." Yin Linglong ignored them entirely, issuing orders to the crowd below, her beautiful face radiant with triumph.

The next morning.

Yin Linglong, accompanied by two elders, led Wang Yu into a towering pavilion, facing hundreds of ancestral tablets, offering incense and paying respects to each one.

Seven days later.

The entire Yin clan was draped in red, lanterns hanging high.

Wang Yu, beside the woman veiled in red, bowed to each other in front of Shi Hai and the Yin clan members, then was escorted to the bridal chamber.

"Ah! Why did you bite me?"

As Wang Yu lifted the bride’s red veil and reached to embrace her, Yin Linglong seized his arm and bit down hard.

But given Wang Yu’s current physical strength, the bite left only a faint tooth mark—not even a white imprint remained.

"Listen well: I, Yin Linglong, swear that since I have married you, I will be with you for life and death. This pure body belongs to you alone. But if you ever grow powerful enough to consider abandoning me, I will kill myself to drag you to the underworld—to be a ghostly couple forever." Yin Linglong’s porcelain face was bathed in a sacred glow as she spoke each word to Wang Yu.

"On our wedding night, do you really need to make such a terrifying vow?" Wang Yu, holding his arm, could only smile wryly.

"What’s the worry? As long as you never think of divorcing or abandoning me, if you later wish to take concubines or sire more heirs, I, as your lawful wife, won’t stop you." Yin Linglong glanced at Wang Yu, covered her mouth, and laughed softly, her eyebrows like inked strokes, radiating charm.

Wang Yu had never seen this expression on the woman before—he stared, dumbfounded.

"You fool, now you’re suddenly obedient? I only promised you this one night." Seeing this, Yin Linglong’s eyes shimmered with affection, her cheeks flushed crimson, her entire being dazzlingly beautiful.