First bow to Heaven and Earth—
The master of ceremonies' voice echoed through the great hall, carrying a heavy, festive tone.
Zhao Ming was in high spirits, a smug smile hanging on the corners of his mouth. He turned to face the hall doors, ready to perform the ceremony, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chen Qingning standing there motionless, as if she hadn't heard the master of ceremonies at all.
The smile on Zhao Ming's face froze. Frowning slightly, he lowered his voice, Chen Qingning! We are bowing for the wedding, don't refuse the face I'm giving you!
Chen Qingning still did not move.
First bow to Heaven and Earth— the master of ceremonies called out again, the festive cheer in his voice replaced by awkwardness, yet Chen Qingning remained completely still.
The clamor in the great hall gradually quieted down, and the guests exchanged dismayed glances. Zhao Qi's face was so gloomy it looked ready to drip water. With so many major powers present today, what kind of stunt was this Chen Qingning trying to pull? Was she intentionally trying to humiliate the Blood Fiend Sect?
Chen Qingning! Zhao Ming lowered his voice, squeezing the words through his teeth, Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. So many big shots are here today; if you dare make me step down from this stage in disgrace, I guarantee that not a single soul in your Heavenly Moon Sect will live to see tomorrow's sun.
Right at this moment, the newly appointed Sect Master of the Heavenly Moon Sect couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Chen Qingning:
Qingning, it's time to bow and complete the ceremony, what are you still standing there for? Do you want to destroy the Heavenly Moon Sect? The current Blood Fiend Sect is not what it used to be. They now have the Desolate Ancient Qin Family backing them. Offending the Blood Fiend Sect will plunge our entire Heavenly Moon Sect into eternal damnation.
I won't marry! Chen Qingning finally spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
An uproar swept through the hall. Zhao Ming's face instantly turned ashen, and the fury in his eyes practically burst forth in flames.
What did you say? Chen Qingning, I will give you one last chance. If you continue to be unappreciative, I don't mind showing you what a fate worse than death looks like right in front of everyone.
Chen Qingning's expression was calm, her voice carrying an unquestionable resolve: I said, I won't marry you!
A deathly silence fell over the entire hall.
Just then, Chen Qingning spoke again, her words shocking the crowd once more: I am already another man's woman. I will never marry you.
The air in the great hall seemed to freeze. The guests, who had just been exchanging toasts and chatting merrily, now looked as if they were being choked. Jaws dropped, eyes widened, and wine cups hung suspended in mid-air.
One by one, they stared at Chen Qingning, their eyes filled with gossip and intrigue.
In the crowd, Qin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth. Seriously, I let you use me as a shield, and this is how you do it?
Upon hearing Chen Qingning's words, Zhao Ming's face turned completely livid. His lips trembled slightly. At this moment, his mood was filled with the rage of being slapped in public.
This Chen Qingning actually dared to say such things in public, leaving him with no way out. He truly wanted to tear the woman before him to shreds.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Moon Sect actually has a man on the outside. Isn't this slapping the Blood Fiend Sect right in the face? Saying she is another man's woman in front of so many people, where is Zhao Ming supposed to put his face?
The Blood Fiend Sect is different from the past. The current Blood Fiend Sect has the Desolate Ancient Qin Family backing them. The Heavenly Moon Sect is doomed this time.
Who is that man!!! Zhao Ming's face was so dark it could drip water. Gritting his teeth, he paused at every word: Tell me, and I will spare your life.
Chen Qingning looked at Zhao Ming and gently shook her head: What? You still want revenge? Give up, he is not someone you can afford to offend.
What? Do you know what you are saying? Zhao Ming cupped his hand to his ear, as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world. I can't afford to offend him? Right now, is there anyone I cannot afford to offend?
I can't afford to offend him, hahaha, in the entire Middle Three Heavens, is there anyone I can't afford to offend?
Zhao Ming turned around and pointed at the group of Holy Land bigwigs behind him:
Do you see this? I take a concubine, and even the big shots from the various Holy Lands come to congratulate me. Even people from the Desolate Ancient Qin Family have come. Why? Because I am the savior of the Qin Family's Emperor Son.
Who is that wild man! Fine, he dares to steal my woman. Today I am going to tie him up and make him watch with his own eyes as I conquer you!
As soon as his voice fell, a lazy voice rang out from the back of the crowd:
Oh? Is that so?
Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking toward the source of the voice. In a corner of the great hall, a young man dressed in a moon-white robe was sitting leisurely with his legs crossed, holding a cup of wine in his hand.
Seeing everyone looking over, Qin Hao took an unhurried sip, then put down his wine cup and stood up.
Zhao Ming frowned slightly and shouted sternly, What kind of thing are you? Do you have the right to speak here?
Qin Hao wasn't angry; he just smiled lightly. What kind of thing am I? Didn't Qingning just make it very clear? I am her man.
Saying this, Qin Hao opened his arms in a welcoming posture:
Didn't you just say you were going to tie me up? I'm standing right here, come and tie me.
You... you are that wild man! Good! Excellent! I was just worrying about not being able to find you, and you delivered yourself right to my door!
Zhao Ming raised his hand, pointed at Qin Hao, and his voice suddenly rose: Men! Take down this reckless fool! I want him to watch with his own eyes how his woman serves me.
As soon as he spoke, dozens of Blood Fiend Sect disciples drew their blades and charged at Qin Hao.
Qin Hao swept a glance over them. They were all Tribulation Realm cultivators. Although they were a realm higher than Qin Hao, he didn't put them in his eyes at all.
The aura of the weak.
With a cold snort, Qin Hao threw a punch.
There were no flashy divine abilities, no powerful martial arts techniques; it was a punch thrown entirely with physical fleshly power.
However, just this casual punch brought forth a fist wind like the roar of a primordial fierce beast, tearing through the air and emitting ear-piercing sonic booms.
The sound wasn't like a fist wind, but more like heaven-rending thunder, shaking the entire great hall until it trembled.
The fist wind swept past the dozens of charging disciples. The protective astral qi of these Tribulation Realm cultivators was torn to shreds like paper in the face of Qin Hao's fist wind.
These people didn't even have the time to let out a scream before they were blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the fist wind Qin Hao stirred up.
You're courting death!
Just then, a deacon of the Blood Fiend Holy Land shouted loudly and was about to attack Qin Hao.
However, before he could even move, the palm of Zhang Tuo, the Sect Leader of the Blood Fiend Holy Land, slapped over:
Slap!
A single slap left the deacon completely baffled, looking at his own Sect Leader in utter confusion.
Zhang Tuo snorted coldly and immediately sent a voice transmission: The one courting death is you! Do you know who that is? That is the Emperor Son of the Qin Family! I wouldn't mistake him. Previously, at the banquet of the Qin Family's First Ancestor, I attended on behalf of the Blood Fiend Holy Land and saw him once.
There won't be a second face like this in the entire Three Realms and Nine Heavens.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
