First, Lift You to the Clouds

At dusk the next day.

Outside the mountain gate of the Blood Fiend Sect, red carpets paved the ground, and immortal music played in unison.

The Blood Fiend Sect was exceptionally bustling today. This was not just because the Young Sect Master was taking a concubine, but more importantly, their patron, the Blood Fiend Holy Land, had actually sent an Immortal King realm expert to offer congratulations.

This made everyone in the Blood Fiend Sect feel immensely honored.

The arrival of the Immortal King made the sect's disciples hold their heads high and puff out their chests, their faces glowing with pride. When facing cultivators from other sects within the Middle Three Heavens, they tilted their heads back, practically looking down their noses at them.

"This is the prestige of our Blood Fiend Sect! Our Young Sect Master is merely taking a concubine, yet the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Holy Land came personally to congratulate him. And not just the Sect Master, a whole group of high-ranking officials came too!"

"Hahaha, our Blood Fiend Sect is about to soar! With the Holy Land valuing us so highly, who in the Middle Three Heavens would dare offend us in the future?"

In stark contrast to the ecstasy and excitement of the ordinary disciples, their Sect Master, Zhao Qi, was filled with trepidation, standing respectfully beside the big shots from the Holy Land.

He knew very well that his son taking a concubine was absolutely not worth a personal visit from the Holy Land's Sect Master. He was deeply worried that the Sect Master had come for some other reason.

"Lord Sect Master, what virtue or ability does my son have? He is merely taking a concubine. How could it be worthy of your esteemed self coming in person?"

The Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Holy Land, Zhang Tuo, waved his hand. "Why wouldn't it be worth it? It is worth it! Such a joyous occasion, of course I couldn't miss it. I'm a person who loves joining in on the fun; wherever there's excitement, that's where I go."

"Don't feel pressured just because I'm here. Do whatever you need to do. We are simply here to offer our congratulations and won't interfere with anything else."

Hearing Zhang Tuo's words, Zhao Qi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, though he remained suspicious. This was the Sect Master of the Holy Land, a mighty Immortal King! The Blood Fiend Sect was just one of their subordinate sects. Was it really worth a mighty Immortal King coming here just to join the fun?

Zhao Qi's guess was correct. Naturally, Zhang Tuo wouldn't come personally to congratulate a Young Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect on taking a concubine. However, just yesterday, someone from the Ancient Qin Family had arrived and demanded that he come to offer congratulations. He had no choice but to come.

Zhang Tuo pondered inwardly, "Could it be that this Blood Fiend Sect has formed a connection with the Ancient Qin Family? Otherwise, why would the Qin Family send someone personally to ensure I came to congratulate their Young Sect Master on taking a concubine?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Tuo decided he needed to change his attitude toward Zhao Qi in the future. Previously, he hadn't taken a character like him seriously at all, but now that the other party had somehow gotten involved with the Ancient Qin Family, he needed to treat him a bit better.

Inside the great hall, red candles burned brightly, and the seats were filled with guests.

Zhao Ming, the Young Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, was currently standing beside Chen Qingning, looking down condescendingly at the woman who was about to become his concubine.

A smug smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes revealed undisguised triumph and contempt.

"Chen Qingning, do you see this?" Zhao Ming proudly spread his arms, as if embracing the entire hall.

"Today I take a concubine, and even the Sect Master of the Holy Land has arrived in person to congratulate me. Almost more than half of the Holy Land's upper echelon is here. Such grandeur, let alone the Middle Three Heavens, you probably couldn't find many with this kind of prestige even in the Upper Three Heavens."

Chen Qingning kept her bridal veil lowered and remained silent.

Zhao Ming assumed she was simply too shocked to speak, making him feel even more smug. He leaned in a little closer, his voice carrying a sense of charitable superiority.

"Do you know what this means? It means that starting today, our Blood Fiend Sect is completely different. With the Holy Land valuing us so much, who in the Middle Three Heavens would dare deny us face?"

As he spoke, Zhao Ming reached out, wanting to slip his hand under Chen Qingning's veil, but Chen Qingning turned her head and dodged it.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming wasn't angry; instead, he laughed. "What? Still putting on your arrogant airs?"

Zhao Ming withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and his tone gradually grew sharp.

"Chen Qingning, it seems you still haven't grasped the current situation. In the past, your Heavenly Moon Sect had a bit of prestige, and marrying you would have been considered a match of equal social status. But now? What is the Heavenly Moon Sect? Your parents were killed by my father. Both of your Immortal Lord experts are dead, and your strongest cultivator is merely a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"But what about my Blood Fiend Sect? We have the Holy Land backing us and an Immortal King holding the fort. Looking across the entire Middle Three Heavens, who can compete with us?"

Zhao Ming raised his voice slightly, carrying an unquestionable dominance.

"By marrying me, you are marrying out of your league. Do you understand?"

Chen Qingning clenched her fingers tightly within her sleeves, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she still said nothing.

Seeing her remain silent, Zhao Ming thought Chen Qingning had taken his words to heart. He nodded in satisfaction and continued in his condescending tone.

"From now on, put away your young miss temper. In my eyes, you are nothing now. You just look a bit pretty. In terms of status, you can't even compare to a servant girl in my Blood Fiend Sect!"

"After we are married, serve me well. Do whatever I tell you to do. Pouring tea, fetching water, making the bed, and folding the quilts, do these duties well! Don't ruin my mood!"

As Zhao Ming spoke, the greed and lust in his eyes grew even more intense. He reached out again, this time not to lift the veil, but to grab Chen Qingning directly by the shoulder.

He wanted to pull Chen Qingning into his arms and declare his ownership of her in front of everyone.

"Come! Let this young master see if my little concubine's body is soft or not."

Right at the moment Zhao Ming's fingers were about to touch Chen Qingning's wedding dress, a blinding golden light erupted from her body, piercing straight into Zhao Ming's sea of consciousness.

Zhao Ming felt as if a red-hot branding iron had been pressed into his mind. An indescribable agony instantly enveloped his entire being.

"Ah! Damn it! What is this thing?!"

Zhao Ming retreated again and again in pain, his gaze toward Chen Qingning now filled with anger. Beneath the veil, the corners of Chen Qingning's mouth curled up slightly, bearing a faint smile.

After parting ways with Qin Hao yesterday, Qin Hao had given her a magical artifact, saying it could prevent harassment from others. It turned out this thing was quite effective.

Recovering his senses, Zhao Ming nodded repeatedly. "Fine, fine, fine. Good, you are very good. Still playing the pure and noble maiden with me, refusing to let me touch you, right? Heh, the more you act like this, the more excited I get. I have plenty of time to play with you."

"I'd like to see just how long you can keep up this noble act with me!!!"

Zhao Ming secretly swore in his heart that he would ruthlessly discipline Chen Qingning. He was going to break her until she became a dog that wagged its tail the moment it saw him!

In the crowd, Qin Hao was leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, sipping tea.

Things were developing methodically according to his plan. He intended to first elevate this Blood Fiend Sect to the clouds, and then personally drag them back down from the heavens.

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth lifted slightly. He sensed that Chen Qingning, still wearing her veil, was looking in his direction. Qin Hao raised his cup and offered a distant toast to her.

"Just a Blood Fiend Holy Land is not enough. Don't worry, the grand gift I've prepared for you all is yet to come."