Douluo: Qian Xunji's Joyful Life

Chapter 56: The Wedding

One month later, Wuhun City was adorned in festive red lanterns and streamers hanging from every household, creating a celebratory air. The path leading to the Pope's Hall was covered in a red carpet; every few meters, there were red lanterns and bright ribbons swaying in midair. A gentle breeze occasionally drifted by, making the ribbons flutter like a proclamation of all the joyful ambiance.

Even the maids of the Pope's Hall and the Hall of Consecrations were dressed in red gowns. They walked along the red carpet bearing pastries, fruit, and various delicacies, smiles lighting their faces as they prepared for the ceremony.

Tables and chairs had been set up in the Hall of Elders and the Hall of Consecrations, bringing out elders from their closed-door cultivation. After all, they had to show some respect for the Pope's grand occasion.

But most of them—serving as the backbone of Wuhun Hall—wouldn't appear before those second-tier heads of the various top forces. After all, if they revealed their numbers, let alone the so-called unity of the top three sects, the entire continent might unite in vigilance against the Wuhun Hall—something Qian Xunji did not wish to see.

Night gradually fell. Where the vast palace complex would normally darken, it now glowed with red lights everywhere, lanterns hung high in the Pope's Hall, each containing a red candle.

In the plaza outside the Pope's Hall, the attendees sat in rows on either side of the red carpet. At the highest seat in front sat Qian Daoliu, looking rather ill at ease—like he was forcing a smile—still harboring misgivings about Ah Yin. But under the awe-inspiring might of the continent's Supreme Douluo, everyone stayed in line. Old friends greeted and chatted, but no one dared stir trouble.

Even without Qian Daoliu, few would risk making trouble. Front and center on the seats were four Titled Douluo of Wuhun Hall in red robes, and once Qian Xunji arrived, there would be five. Only a fool would provoke them.

At the plaza's entrance, two platinum bishops—the Soul Douluo Moon and Ghost—checked in the gifts. Each carried pen and paper to record the wedding tributes. Over the last ten years, Moon, having "released some yang energy," found his cultivation soared. He had already reached level 89. Ghost was at level 87. Before long, both would likely advance to Titled Douluo and become new elders of Wuhun Hall. Coupled with their dual martial fusion skill, "Double Restraint Domain," it would further bolster Wuhun Hall's power.

Of course, Moon's rapid progress had its costs. Losing more yang energy deepened the effects of his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial soul. He had become even more feminine—his skin as tender as a baby's. Were it not for his flat chest and Adam's apple, no one would believe he was a man. If he truly donned a dress and fake bust, strolling around Wuhun Hall, rumors might spread that "Wuhun Hall's number-two beauty" was actually him. That's how frightful the influence of an immortal-herb-based martial soul could be.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan offers three thousand-year Thundercry Vines!"

This immediately drew gasps of surprise from the crowd. The Thundercry Vine only grew in intensely thunderous regions, making it a priceless treasure. For thunder-attribute soul masters, it could massively speed cultivation, and they brought three at once—indeed a grand gesture worthy of one of the top three sects.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan offers a chunk of Five-Colored Crystal and one crate each of gold and silver gems!"

Many of the gathered sect representatives gulped. A single chunk of Five-Colored Crystal was worth around fifty million gold soul coins. Adding those crates of gold and silver, with the chests apparently forged of solid silver, the sum must be tens of millions more. No one disputed the clan's status as the richest on the continent.

"Haotian Clan presents a ten-thousand-year Ginseng King and a ten-thousand-year Lingzhi!"

These were supreme treasures for strengthening the body, blood, and energy. On the continent, such items appeared rarely indeed—proof of another top-three sect's formidable foundation.

Though the Haotian Clan disliked giving such lavish gifts to the Wuhun Hall, once the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had come bearing extravagant wealth, the "number-one clan" prized its own dignity. They had to provide offerings of equal value.

Heaven Dou and Star Luo also sent tributes at a comparable tier—vastly surpassing any second-level power. Being apex forces, they had to preserve their own prestige, even if it meant "putting on airs" for the occasion.

For most soul masters, being able to meet so many Titled Douluo, even an Extreme Douluo like Qian Daoliu, was a once-in-a-lifetime honor—even for the Hall's Titled Douluo elders. Since Qian Daoliu retreated to the Hall of Consecrations, some Titled Douluo spent years without ever seeing him.

Among the many guests, however, one was the exception—merely a Soul Emperor. Apart from Bibi Dong, who else could it be? From time to time, she peered toward the edge of the plaza, impatience flickering on her face. She plainly did not wish to stay at some dull wedding, even if witnessing an Extreme Douluo might be a rare opportunity for a rank-60 soul master. Her mind was on Yu Xiaogang, left behind in Wuhun City by Ning Fengzhi with no pass into the wedding. She fretted he might be upset and wanted to soothe him.

A loud voice declared, "The auspicious hour has arrived. Let the bride and groom enter!"

Immediately, the Pope's Hall—previously a site of chatter—fell silent. All eyes turned to the couple, making them the center of attention.

Qian Xunji walked forward in a red robe, his golden hair neatly combed behind him. He escorted a stunning young woman with a head of silky blue hair. Though her belly had a slight curve, she radiated mesmerizing beauty.

At the Haotian Clan's seating area, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao nearly leapt to their feet, hearts pounding with indescribable turmoil.

"Stay calm, Hao. Qian Daoliu is present, and Qian Xunji is a Titled Douluo. Our clan can't afford to provoke them," a second elder whispered, gripping Tang Hao's arm to stop him from doing anything rash. Only a month ago, the entire clan had expended great effort to keep Tang Hao from flying into another frenzy.

Though the Haotian Clan always ridiculed Qian Daoliu as "weak-willed," in his actual presence, they were meekly silent—choosing words carefully, for fear he might overhear, because they all knew an Extreme Douluo could wipe them out effortlessly.

Other guests, seeing Qian Xunji with such a spectacular bride—her slightly swollen abdomen included—could only admire them. Ning Fengzhi let out a quiet sigh, realizing it was indeed the same woman he had encountered in Heaven Dou City a year ago. With a glance at the distracted Bibi Dong, he repeated inwardly that his plan was bound to succeed. Once he convinced Bibi Dong, he also intended to hold a wedding no less grand than this one.

Then, with Bibi Dong's innate full soul power and twin martial souls, plus his own level-8 innate talent, their future child would reach innate rank-9 at the least. If it awakened either the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda or her Death Spider Emperor or Devouring Spider Emperor, then the clan's future was guaranteed for a century and a half.

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