This Marriage Cannot Be Snatched Away

"Has Young Master Gu arrived yet?"

Mu Qingyi's cool voice carried a faint inquiry.

Xiao Mei lifted the door curtain, her lips twitching slightly as she replied, "Y-yes, he's here, but..."

"But what?" Mu Qingyi's expression turned puzzled.

"N-nothing... I’m sure he’ll be fine by the wedding ceremony."

Xiao Mei spoke with difficulty, her heart sinking as the image of the elegant, white-robed gentleman she had imagined completely shattered.

"The auspicious hour has arrived—raise the bridal sedan!"

A loud announcement rang out ahead.

The sound of suona horns filled the air, firecrackers ignited, and the lively atmosphere returned.

In the crowd, Wei Xiang stumbled out, his face pale, his hair disheveled, and his steps unsteady.

Rising on his tiptoes, he gaped at the grand wedding procession and muttered under his breath, "Brother Yi... the procession is here, you— Huh? Where is Brother Yi?"

Wei Xiang looked around in confusion, but An Yi was nowhere to be seen.

"They say the master of Qingluan Pavilion is breathtakingly beautiful, with an enchanting grace that even the foolish second son of the Demonic Sect has been coveting for years."

"Pfft, forget him—what man wouldn’t be tempted? The entire immortal sects know Mu Qingyi’s beauty is peerless. But then again, our Young Sect Leader is just as dashing—truly a match made in heaven."

"Does anyone else feel like our Young Sect Leader looks a bit... off today?"

"Shh! Shut your mouth—do you have a death wish?!"

"Wait... Mu Qingyi?!"

Hearing this, Wei Xiang froze, then urgently grabbed a bystander. "Brother, how is the bride Mu Qingyi?! Wasn’t it supposed to be Shen Muxuan?!"

The middle-aged man gave him a strange look, sniffed the air, and smirked. "You just came from the brothel, didn’t you? That’s Peach Blossom perfume—am I right?"

"Wow, uncle, you’re amazing!" Wei Xiang gasped in admiration.

But he quickly shook his head. "That’s not the point! Who is the bride?!"

Another man, sharp-faced and sly-eyed, raised an eyebrow. "It’s Mu Qingyi, obviously! Are you even from Rong City?"

"It’s really Mu Qingyi?!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wei Xiang’s forehead as he paled. "N-no way! The bride was supposed to be Shen Muxuan! When did it change to Mu Qingyi?!"

"Where’d you hear that? It’s been a month! Shen Muxuan fell ill, but the marriage alliance couldn’t be broken, so the Heavenly Profound Sect’s leader decided Mu Qingyi would take her place!"

At this explanation, Wei Xiang’s face turned green, his body drenched in cold sweat.

"Brother Yi...!"

"This wedding can’t be crashed!"

The joyous sound of suona horns swelled.

A drumming attendant near the carriage happily beat his drum—until a dark hand suddenly yanked him away.

"Ah—!"

A short scream was quickly drowned out by the firecrackers.

Moments later, an unconscious man, stripped down to his undergarments, lay in a narrow alley.

Soon after, a man who looked exactly like the drummer reappeared beside the carriage, leisurely tapping the drum.

This new drummer was none other than An Yi in disguise.

"A miscalculation!"

An Yi’s expression darkened.

He had expected to reach Rong City yesterday, but they had only just arrived now.

Worse, Gu Changfeng had been waiting at the city gates to greet the bridal party.

Now, there was no opening left!

Gritting his teeth, An Yi continued drumming, watching the wedding carriage closely for an opportunity.

Mu Qingyi’s expression grew colder. She lifted her veil slightly, gazing through the carriage window at the bustling, celebratory crowd.

Though she was the bride of the day, her heart was silent—buried under a winter’s worth of ice.

She gazed absentmindedly out the window, lost in thought.

After Young Master Gu welcomed the bride, the wedding carriage became the exclusive domain of the newlywed. Naturally, Xiao Mei could no longer stay inside, so she dismounted and moved to the rear, scattering handfuls of pre-prepared silver coins—auspicious money—along the way.

Not just the children, but even the adults scrambled madly for them!

This was silver, damn it!

The brightly dressed coachman, perched spiritedly atop a second-tier demon beast—a horned horse—wore an expression of smug pride.

Then, a large hand shot out, seized him by the collar, and flung him aside.

By the time he hit the ground, he was left in nothing but his undergarments, unconscious.

A new coachman took his place.

The horned horse sensed something amiss!

As a second-tier demon beast, it possessed a sliver of intelligence and faintly recognized that this wasn’t its master.

Just as it reared its head to let out a haughty neigh, the cold edge of a combat dagger pressed against its neck.

Instantly, the horse fell silent, forcing itself back into step, terrified the blade might slit its artery.

I’m An Yi. I’m here.

Mounted on the horned horse, An Yi cast a glance toward the wedding carriage and murmured.

Hearing his voice, Mu Qingyi shuddered!

An Yi?!

What was he doing here on her wedding day?!

"You—"

Before she could speak, he cut her off.

"Don’t say a word. I’ll get you out of here!"

An Yi spoke urgently, his eyes scanning the surroundings with cold intensity, searching for an opening to escape.

Mu Qingyi’s heart was in turmoil.

Was he… trying to steal the bride?!

But why would he do this?!

Unless…

Her heart pounded like a startled deer, her face flushing scarlet, burning so hot her delicate fingers clenched the hem of her dress.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this roguish, infuriating boy would go to such lengths for her.

Yet, there was no deep affection between them—was there?

And honestly, she didn’t even like him… well, maybe just a little.

But the most critical issue—he was her disciple’s man!

While it wasn’t technically against sect rules for master and disciple to share a husband, it would still invite gossip and scorn.

What should she do?

For the first time, Mu Qingyi felt utterly conflicted, her mind in chaos.

The calm she’d once clung to had completely shattered.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Wei Xiang was frantic, darting around like an ant on a hot pan, searching for An Yi.

One blink, and damn it—the guy had vanished!

With Rong City packed shoulder-to-shoulder, where the hell was he supposed to look?

"Yi-ge!"

Wei Xiang shouted, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the blaring suona horns.

The wedding procession marched out of Rong City, heading toward the Tianxuan Sect.

Thunk!

At that moment, a broadsword slammed into the ground.

A burly young man with wild black curls and wispy bangs planted one foot on the blade’s spine.

The force of his aura alone sent the horned horses skittering back a few steps.

"Everyone, halt!"

Ning Er’s voice was ice-cold, his domineering presence radiating the unmistakable power of a mid-stage Void Realm cultivator.

The wedding party froze in shock. Who could’ve predicted the Second Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect would show up to steal the bride?!

"Ning Er, you fool?!"

Young Master Gu, seated high on his horse, looked down with disdain.

Ning Er’s brows knitted together. "Who the hell is this pig-faced idiot? Get Young Master Gu out here!"

Young Master Gu suppressed his rage. "I am Gu Changfeng. What the hell do you want?!"

Ning Er—

He yanked his broadsword free, slung it over his shoulder, and smirked.

"Nothing much. Just passing by… thought I’d crash a wedding."