Zhao Ming’s face darkened like the sky before a storm, but he didn’t dare act rashly. The searing pain of that golden light, a sting that pierced straight to the soul, still troubled him.
He glared at Chen Qingning, who was still draped in her bridal veil, and muttered inwardly, “There will be other days. I have plenty of ways to deal with you.”
The wedding continued. Zhao Qi stood beside Zhang Tuo, bowing and scraping, as he addressed the assembled elites of the holy lands:
“Honored guests, please take your seats.”
“Report—!!!”
A disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect stumbled into the hall, his face pale as death, his voice trembling.
Seeing this, Zhao Qi frowned deeply. He shot a harsh glare at the disciple and snapped,
“How dare you! What’s all this panic about? Can’t you see the head of the Blood Fiend Holy Land is right here? What could possibly go wrong?”
The disciple answered in terror:
“Chief, outside... outside there are so many great figures! The Upper Three Heavens... many holy lands from the Upper Three Heavens have arrived.”
At these words, the hall erupted in murmurs. The Upper Three Heavens? So many holy lands? Was the young master of the Blood Fiend Sect taking a concubine such a grand affair that it could draw all these holy lands to offer congratulations?
“Calm down! A guest is a guest—invite them in!” Zhao Qi barked, struggling to maintain his dignity as sect master.
No sooner had he spoken than a booming voice echoed through the hall like a tolling bell:
“The Profound Heaven Holy Land congratulates the Blood Fiend Sect’s young master on his concubine’s wedding! Gifts offered: ten jars of Profound Heaven Jade Dew, a hundred celestial-grade pills.”
The Profound Heaven Holy Land? Even Zhang Tuo’s expression shifted upon hearing that name. The Profound Heaven Holy Land was the strongest among the Ten Great Holy Lands of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. This Blood Fiend Sect was merely a subordinate sect under the Blood Fiend Holy Land—how could they have ties with such a power?
“The Crimson Sky Holy Land congratulates the Blood Fiend Sect’s young master! Gifts offered: three slabs of Crimson Sky Divine Iron, a thousand celestial crystals.”
“The Primordial Beginning Holy Land...”
The guests in the hall could no longer remain seated. They rose, craning their necks to look outside. The names of Upper Three Heavens holy lands crashed like thunderbolts, leaving them dizzy and doubting whether they were dreaming.
The faces of Zhao Qi and his son were frozen in shock. Even they, as the ones at the heart of this, couldn’t fathom it. The arrival of the Blood Fiend Holy Land’s head was understandable—the Blood Fiend Sect was its subordinate. But so many other holy lands?
“The Ancient Desolate Qin Clan congratulates the Blood Fiend Sect’s young master on his concubine’s wedding.”
An old man slowly walked into the hall under the watchful eyes of everyone. The newcomer was none other than Qin Hao’s steward, Lao Liu.
The moment the words “Ancient Desolate Qin Clan” fell, the entire hall seemed gripped by an invisible giant hand. The air itself froze.
The guests, who had been whispering moments before, fell silent. Their eyes widened, their mouths hung open. Some even dropped their wine cups, spilling liquor everywhere.
The Ancient Desolate Qin Clan. To the cultivators present, these words were legend—a divine mountain pressing down on all, a colossus that even holy lands could only gaze up at.
Zhao Qi panicked. If the arrival of the various holy lands had made him feel honored before, the appearance of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan filled him with nothing but boundless fear.
He scurried over to Lao Liu, intending to salute him with clasped hands, but his legs gave way and he knelt directly before the old man.
“G-Great sir! Today is my son’s joyous day. What have we done to deserve the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan’s attention?”
Lao Liu waved his hand with a smile: “It’s nothing. It’s only fitting. Your son has a connection with our young lord. I come today on my young lord’s orders.”
At these words, everyone turned to look at Zhao Ming. He, too, was stunned, frowning deeply. What? The young lord of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan has a connection with me? Could it be...?
Zhao Ming recalled that a while ago, he had chanced upon a one-armed man who was severely injured. For once in his life, he had acted with kindness—rare for him—and given the man a bottle of pills. Could that man have been the young lord of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan?
Had he, by sheer luck, saved the life of the Qin Clan’s young lord?
At this thought, Zhao Ming almost burst out laughing. He, Zhao Ming, had spent his life bullying others but had only done a good deed that one time—and it had helped the young lord of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan.
What did this mean? This was fate! He, Zhao Ming, bore the mandate of heaven. Everything he did worked out perfectly.
With this in mind, Zhao Ming strode toward Lao Liu and asked:
“Senior, may I ask if your young lord has recovered from his injuries?”
Hearing this, Lao Liu’s face darkened. What nonsense? When was my young lord ever injured? Who in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens could harm my young lord? Who would dare?
This bastard is cursing my young lord, isn’t he?
“Go along with what he says,” Qin Hao’s voice whispered telepathically to Lao Liu just as he was about to lose his temper.
Lao Liu understood and smiled at Zhao Ming:
“Thanks to your concern, sir. Our young lord is doing very well now.”
Zhao Ming laughed heartily: “Ah, it was nothing, just a trivial gesture. I simply found the young lord agreeable and offered some timely help. He’s the one with great good fortune.”
“Little Ming, what exactly is going on?” Zhao Qi asked, looking utterly confused.
Zhao Ming briefly explained the matter. After hearing it, Zhao Qi roared with laughter:
“My son has such remarkable fortune! To form a bond with the Qin Clan’s young lord by chance—this is the blessing of our Zhao family, the blessing of the Blood Fiend Sect!”
Zhao Qi was now completely at ease. No wonder so many great powers had come to congratulate his son. His son was the savior of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan’s young lord!
The assembled holy land elites, upon learning that Zhao Ming was Qin Hao’s lifesaver, flocked to show their goodwill. This man was the young lord’s benefactor—befriending him might open a path to the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan.
Zhao Ming swaggered over to Chen Qingning, beaming with pride: “Chen Qingning, what do you have to say now? I, Zhao Ming, am backed not only by the Blood Fiend Holy Land but also by the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan!”
“What right do you have to play hard to get in front of me?”
Beneath the bridal veil, Chen Qingning smiled contemptuously. The Ancient Desolate Qin Clan backing you? Is it backing you or backing me? This is all just a play directed by Qin Hao to help me get revenge on you.
Seeing that Chen Qingning said nothing, Zhao Ming thought she had finally accepted reality, and his pride swelled even more.
“From now on, you belong to me. I’ll teach you what it means to obey.”
Zhao Ming felt invincible, as if he had reached the peak of his life. He had done a favor for the young lord of the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan. With that clan as his shield, who in all the Three Realms and Nine Heavens would dare provoke him? Who would dare touch him?
“Chen Qingning is just the beginning. I’ll take every beautiful woman from the Middle Three Heavens into my harem. Any who refuse can take it up with my backer, the Ancient Desolate Qin Clan.”
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