Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"Xu, has a donkey kicked your head?"

As soon as Da Heng blurted this out, he regretted it instantly. The other party was a disciple of Baiyu, an exalted existence who could crush him with a casual gesture.

If it had been before,

Encountering such a figure would have made him drop to his knees in veneration, trembling with no right even to sneak a glance at Xu Ying.

But now, he actually dared to say Xu had been kicked by a donkey?

Was this not courting death?

Just as Da Heng was gripped with fear,

Xu Ying, instead of showing any anger, rubbed his hands together sheepishly and said with an embarrassed smile, "Brother Da Heng, to be honest, I've been at Baiyu for over a hundred years now. Among all the sacred lands, Baiyu has the highest number of female disciples. For over a century, I've pursued quite a few senior sisters and junior sisters, yet—"

Looking at his awkward expression,

Da Heng suddenly grasped the situation.

To put it bluntly, Xu Ying was just a pitiful, single dog who had miserably failed to woo anyone in Baiyu for a hundred years.

And now, seeing Erha conquer Bai with just a few sweet words,

Xu Ying was thinking about seeking advice from Erha on how to win over beautiful women.

However, due to the earlier incident with Bai, Xu Ying felt too ashamed to directly approach Erha.

That's why he decided to enlist Da Heng as an intermediary.

Once Da Heng figured everything out, he clapped his forehead and said with a laugh, "So that's what's going on. It's no big deal; I'll bring Erha to you right away."

The two made their way to Erha's room.

And then…

There seemed to be quite the commotion inside.

Da Heng looked at Xu Ying awkwardly and tentatively asked, "What do you think? Should I knock on the door?"

Xu Ying quickly waved his hands.

A worshipful expression appeared on his face: "My Bai, who claims to carry the bloodline of the Snow Wolf Emperor, is always supremely arrogant. Yet Brother Erha managed to win her over so quickly—he's truly a role model for us all! Let's wait downstairs for now…"

In Xu Ying's heart, Erha had already ascended to a deity-level existence.

Da Heng: "…"

We leave this scene aside.

Meanwhile, Jin Yi effortlessly obliterated the Seven Eccentrics of Mei Lin, an event that stirred quite a commotion at the Gathering of the Virtuous Tower.

Although the Seven Eccentrics of Mei Lin were infamous, they were still renowned experts in Beizhou.

Especially Hong Tong, the ancient white ape whose cultivation had reached the Peak of the Earth Revered Realm. His power could rival that of someone in the Heaven Venerate Realm, making him a prominent figure in Beizhou.

Yet—

Such an undeniably powerful group was wiped out by Jin Yi in mere moments.

This demonstrated that Jin Yi's strength was extraordinary, even among the top-tier fighters in the Heaven Venerate Realm.

At the wedding tournament,

The true hotshots were undoubtedly three young supreme elites: Dongfang Qinglong, the top disciple of Dongzhou Land Tianyahai Pavilion; Peng Yu, the Changsheng Sect's Saint Heir; and Chen Longxiang, the High Disciple of Baiyu. All three were genuine experts of the Supreme Venerate Realm.

As for Tang Long from the Ice and Snow Empire, he was nothing more than a self-promoting fraud among the common folk.

In the eyes of true elites,

Almost no one took Tang Long seriously!

Apart from these three young Supreme Venerables, any other top-tier Heaven Venerate Realm fighter would also pose strong competition.

What's more,

Among Xiao Yi's entourage, it was obvious that Xiao Yi was their central figure.

This was information already grasped by those with ulterior motives.

As a result,

Someone inevitably set their sights on them.

In one of the premium rooms of Southern Plum City's Gathering of the Virtuous Tower,

Ouyang Wuxiu sat with a stoic face, his demeanor exuding a sinister refinement. He held a folding fan in one hand, gently waving it, causing strands of azure hair at his temples to sway. A cutting sneer curled the corners of his lips as he said, "To annihilate the Seven Eccentrics of Mei Lin in mere moments—such strength indeed makes them formidable opponents!"

"Young master, what do you mean?" In his presence, a hunched elderly man, his hair and beard stark white, his face gaunt like a skeleton, bowed deeply and asked.

Ouyang Wuxiu replied coolly, "Tonight's banquet, isn't it? At that time, have them come to me. If we can win them over, all the better. If not—"

The folding fan in his hand made a casual throat-slitting gesture.

The white-haired elder nodded emphatically, his yellowed teeth flashing as he grinned. "Rest assured, young master; this old servant knows exactly what to do!"

"Dongfang Qinglong at the northern main city, Tu Mancheng at the western main city, and Chen Longxiang at the eastern main city. If nothing unexpected happens, the strongest competitors in our southern main city will only be Tang Long and Feng Wuji. Since these two have notable backing and cannot be dealt with excessively, anyone else who dares to hinder me from marrying the Saintess will have to die!"

Ouyang Wuxiu rose slowly, his folding fan swishing through the air, cool breezes brushing his cheek, making the chill flashing in his eyes even more intense. "Join me and prosper; oppose me and perish!"

This Ouyang Wuxiu was the descendant of a demonic family.

His mastery of demonic arts was eerie and powerful.

However, demonic cultivation had been in decline for many years.

For the Ouyang Family to rise again, they needed a strong ally—and clearly, Baiyu was Ouyang Wuxiu's ideal choice.

Meanwhile,

In another premium room…

Feng Wuji's complexion was an unhealthy pale, as he lounged leisurely in a chair. As he gazed at the chirpy young girl beside him, a mix of fondness and helplessness flickered in his eyes. "Lingdang, you do realize, don't you, that my purpose in attending this wedding tournament is merely to seize the chance to join Baiyu? I genuinely have no romantic notions about the Saintess!"

"No romantic notions? How is that possible? Wuji, she's the Saintess of Baiyu!"

Lingdang's round, black-pearl-like eyes widened in astonishment. "If you can marry her, Baiyu's resources and abilities will surely cure you. How can you say you have no feelings?"

Feng Wuji opened his mouth as if to argue, but ultimately sighed deeply.

He had once been a top assassin for a mysterious organization, only to suffer severe injuries during a mission, forcing his retirement from Jianghu.

During this time, he encountered Lingdang, who had been abducted by human traffickers.

After rescuing her, Lingdang began following him everywhere. Over time, this bright, vivacious young woman wormed her way into his heart. But whenever he thought of his injuries, the knowledge that his days were numbered kept him from confessing his feelings.

Not long ago,

As they passed through Beizhou, they learned of the Baiyu Saintess's wedding tournament.

Following Lingdang's repeated pleading, Feng Wuji reluctantly brought her along to Baiyu.

Yet—

In his heart, he had no desire whatsoever for the position of the Saintess's husband.

"Wuji, you're my only family left. You must stay strong!" Lingdang's eyes sparkled as she looked earnestly at Feng Wuji.

How could she not love Feng Wuji?

But all this time,

Her feelings of inferiority from her troubled past made her believe she wasn't worthy of him. Her original plan had been to stay by his side during his final days and then accompany him to the underworld. However, the Baiyu wedding tournament sparked hope that she might save him.

Thus, Lingdang suppressed her love for him deep within her heart.

Feng Wuji patted Lingdang's head and said helplessly, "Alright, I promise I'll do my best! Still, this wedding tournament is teeming with geniuses and warriors—I may not succeed…"

"You'll succeed! Wuji, you're the best!"

Lingdang clenched her delicate fists and spoke with heartfelt conviction.

"The best, huh?"

Feng Wuji smiled wryly, shaking his head.

Images of Jin Yi effortlessly killing the Seven Eccentrics of Mei Lin and of Xiao Yi's understated yet unsettling presence flashed through his mind. "Tonight's banquet… Perhaps I might get the chance to engage with them."

In the blink of an eye,

The sun dipped below the horizon, the moon began its ascent.

The third floor of Gathering of the Virtuous Tower lit up brightly, the melodies of songs and dances faintly spilling outward. Inside, many of the tower's esteemed guests made their way toward the third floor…