Chapter 542: Wedding 2

"This place will be mine sooner or later."

"Even Mu Tian doesn't have the right to speak here, let alone the two of you."

Wen Xu's voice echoed across the platform.

No one expected this frail youth, who looked like a sickly invalid, to speak with such boundless arrogance.

After all, Mu Tian was sitting right there!

Of course, compared to Wen Xu slapping a man from Pure Blood City across the platform, mere arrogant words were nothing.

That was Pure Blood City!

Just from what was known to the public, the city housed two Divine Envoys.

Rumor even had it that a Demigod Realm expert resided within Pure Blood City!

Those two facts alone were enough to terrify any Ninth Tier.

Not to mention, the power structure of Pure Blood City wasn't that of a traditional major faction, but closer to a Clan.

The entire city was helmed by just two great Clans.

The fundamental difference between a Clan and a faction was that a Clan was far more fiercely protective of its own.

No Ninth Tier would ever dare provoke Pure Blood City.

In the eyes of the Great Prison's Ninth Tier experts, this was one of the reasons Mu Tian had arranged Ning Wei's Wedding with Pure Blood City.

But now, Wen Xu had made his move.

His strike had been so sudden that the entire platform fell dead silent.

"How... how dare you!"

The man in the red suit scrambled up from the ground, glaring at Wen Xu as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Do you know who I am?! Do you know where we come from?! You filthy country bumpkin! You dare lay a hand on me?! Mu Tian! Where is Mu Tian?! Come here! Give us a clear explanation, or we're calling off this Wedding today!"

The man craned his neck and roared.

His face flushed, far redder than the suit he wore. The veins on his neck bulged clearly, betraying just how deeply humiliated and suffocated he felt.

If this matter made its way back to Pure Blood City and his Clan found out he hadn't gotten even, forget about never being able to hold his head high at home again—his status within the Clan would plummet!

But upon hearing his words, Mu Tian remained seated, motionless.

Standing nearby, Yan Jing didn't move either.

Weng Lingxiao, standing off to the side, wanted to intervene. But before he could, a figure reappeared in front of the screaming man.

Expressionless, Wen Xu launched a flying kick.

He planted his foot squarely into the man's chest.

He didn't hold back. Everyone present heard the sound of the man's ribs shattering. It was more drawn out than breaking glass, yet crisper than tearing silk. The sickening crack pierced their ears, sending a chill through their hearts.

It felt as if the kick had landed on them instead.

"Bang!"

A mist of red blood burst from the man's chest. Before it could even hit the ground, Yan Jing clapped his hands and gathered it back together.

Today was the Wedding; they couldn't have blood spilling on the floor.

Meanwhile, Wen Xu didn't stop his assault.

After kicking him away, Wen Xu stepped forward again, using two consecutive blinks to appear right in front of the man.

He aimed right for his face, delivering slap after slap.

Every slap was fully charged, his arm swinging in a wide arc with every strike. The heavy, muffled thwacks made the onlookers clench their jaws.

Seeing the mist of blood and sweat bursting outward with every blow, it was obvious he was going for the kill.

Caught completely off guard, the man couldn't find a single opening to retaliate under the relentless barrage.

He could clearly feel his own skull fracturing.

"Wait... wait... wait a minute..."

With a swollen face, he reached out a hand, trying to block Wen Xu's next move.

But he was only met with another heavy slap.

Just like that, amid the rhythmic smacks, the man's voice gradually faded away.

A creeping chill grew in everyone's hearts.

He was literally going to slap the man to death.

Right here at the Wedding.

Finally, the woman couldn't hold back any longer.

"Is no one going to stop him?! My uncle... he's going to die!"

She turned her head, looking at Weng Lingxiao.

Weng Lingxiao remained expressionless and looked at Yan Jing.

Yan Jing looked at Mu Tian, and Mu Tian said nothing.

"No... where's Ning Wei?! Ning Wei! Where are you?!"

The woman was truly panicking now. If her uncle was slapped to death right here, she would be left all alone in the Great Prison.

She looked at the cold expressions around her. Even as a murder unfolded right before their eyes, every pair of eyes on the platform remained completely indifferent, as if this were just a common occurrence.

This was completely different from the Wedding she had imagined!

She had assumed this trip would be like it had been for her siblings—placed on a pedestal by thousands, dazzling like a diamond.

How could she be left all alone in a place like this?

Just the thought of it gave her goosebumps and sent a chill down her spine.

Driven by desperation, she could only look for her husband.

But... no one answered.

Even the crowd below remained silent.

Obviously, the words the woman and her uncle had said earlier had already alienated everyone present.

However, right at that moment, a seductive voice drifted down from the small viewing platform.

"Looking for the young master at a time like this doesn't seem like a good idea."

The woman looked up toward the platform surrounded by flowing water. She saw Song Huien stand up, swaying her hips as she smiled down at her. "He has only just reached the Summit, and marrying you was forced upon him. Do you really think he could stand up for you even if he came out?"

"He is nothing."

"You need to seek out a Ninth Tier expert, at the very least."

"You... you're willing to help me?"

Hope bloomed in the woman's heart. She looked at Song Huien and hurriedly said, "If you save my uncle, just tell me whatever you want."

"Five Divine Items."

Song Huien said with a beaming smile, holding out her hand.

"Alright, n-no problem."

The woman agreed quickly.

But Song Huien didn't pull her hand back, nor did she make a move to help.

She kept her hand extended, smiling.

"Pay up front."

"I... I..."

The woman looked at her waist. A cloth pouch hung there, containing the 'dowry' she had brought with her.

But though it was called a 'dowry,' for the people of Pure Blood City arranging marriages...

...regardless of gender, whether it was a 'dowry' or a 'bride price,' the items ultimately fell into their own pockets.

This was essentially her own wealth.

She did indeed have some Divine Items.

But...

She turned her head and looked at the man, who was gradually losing all signs of life. Finally, she gritted her teeth and opened the pouch. Five shimmering golden items materialized and flew over to Song Huien.

"Very good."

Song Huien smiled and stowed the Divine Items away.

The woman looked at Song Huien expectantly, waiting for her to intervene.

But Song Huien only chuckled and sat back down on the steps.

"Why... why aren't you doing anything!"

The woman was stunned.

"Save him!"

Song Huien laughed.

"I belong to the [Language] Pathway. I just gave the command so they won't kill your uncle. You just couldn't hear it." "Th-that's not right..." the woman muttered.

Doubt crept into the woman's mind. She turned back to look at Wen Xu, but he was still beating the man.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Anyone could see that Song Huien was shaking her down.

With Mu Tian present, Song Huien naturally wasn't stupid enough to stick her neck out. But with just a little trickery, she had scammed some Divine Items and gained the woman's favorability.

And yet, the woman hadn't even realized it.

Who would have thought that Pure Blood City, reputed for having the purest bloodline, would also produce such idiots.

Meanwhile, Song Huien continued to bewitch the woman.

"Don't worry. If he still doesn't stop later, we'll step in."

Saying this, she pointed at the few Ninth Tier experts beside her and smiled.

"You know this, right? We are hostile to the Great Prison. There's really no need for your side to cooperate with them. Look at them—so uncivilized."

"Perhaps cooperating with us would be a better choice?"

"Yeah, mm-hmm, I'll go back and talk to my Clan about it."

The woman nodded, inexplicably feeling a lot more at ease.

She felt that Song Huien's words made a lot of sense.

She completely failed to realize the implications of Song Huien belonging to the [Language] Pathway.

For this subordinate branch of the [Erudite] Pathway, words alone were enough to kill.

Not to mention, the woman was merely a Sixth Tier existence who had coasted by on her bloodline.

Meanwhile, Wen Xu finally stopped.

Because the man had completely passed out.

In fact, the man had already passed out a few minutes ago.

But Wen Xu had jolted him awake.

The man had stubbornly mouthed off a few more times, only to be knocked out again.

This cycle repeated several times.

The man finally couldn't take it anymore, and this time, he passed out 'thoroughly'.

Seeing that the man wasn't dead, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, trusting Song Huien's words a bit more.

"The Wedding continues."

Wen Xu clapped his hands and retreated back to the small platform.

The woman ran over to check on her uncle. Though his face looked like a corpse, he at least still had a heartbeat.

"I... I'll get married."

The woman looked at Yan Jing as he approached her. Taking a deep breath, her eyes filled with fear.

"You beat my uncle up. Don't hit me."

Yan Jing smiled.

"You are the bride today. Of course I wouldn't lay a hand on you."

"There are just a few things I'd like to make clear."

"Speak..."

The woman glanced at the others around them, especially at Song Huien.

But seeing that no one else was reacting, it seemed they couldn't hear the conversation.

"Our young master has a rather soft personality. I hope that when he goes over to your side, he won't be bullied by your Clan."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

Yan Jing said with a smile.

"I-I know. I definitely understand."

The woman stammered in fright.

Yan Jing gave her an even more terrifying feeling than Wen Xu.

"Good."

Yan Jing nodded.

"As for your uncle, I feel deep regret regarding his encounter. We originally prepared some excellent services to entertain him, but those criminals lack basic etiquette, meaning our planned services couldn't be carried out."

"Wh-what services?"

Hearing Yan Jing speak so mysteriously, the woman asked out of curiosity.

"We prepared men and women of all ages from various races. As long as the gentleman took a liking to any of them, he could enjoy a night of passion at any time."

"N-no, that's not allowed!"

The woman hurriedly said, "That would be seen as letting our bloodline flow to the outside world! That's a massive taboo! If my uncle went back and they found out—"

She trailed off. Seeing Yan Jing's smiling face, she couldn't help but shudder.

The man in front of her knew this.

He had done it on purpose.

He was saying this intentionally for her to hear.

The woman suddenly understood everything and hastily said, "I... I will definitely be obedient... I will definitely be obedient..."

"Good."

Yan Jing nodded.

He abandoned the idea of recording evidence against the woman, deciding to target the man alone.

The woman before him was the type who was both stupid and wicked, though more stupid than wicked.

Although he could imagine how much Ning Wei's life would plunge into deep water and scorching fire once he went over there, he wasn't the one who had chosen her.

There was no need for him to push things to the absolute extreme.

"Then let the Wedding begin."

He looked at Weng Lingxiao in the distance.

Weng Lingxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

It was finally over.

Though it had been a bit chaotic, the Wedding was at least starting.

Right now, he just wanted to get this Wedding over with as quickly as possible.

But on second thought, this was only just the beginning...

Weng Lingxiao sighed inwardly. He adjusted his expression and gently raised his hand toward the right side of the platform.

Instantly, the band waiting on the right side of the platform began to play.

The melodious music echoed across the pure white high platform.

"This song isn't bad..."

Song Huien paused. She hadn't heard this song before.

The other Ninth Tier experts nodded.

None of them had heard this music before either, but the tune was undeniably beautiful.

The crowd below swayed to the rhythm, many closing their eyes as they enjoyed the music.

In the next second, the sound of a Piano joined the melody.

Instantly, it was as if a soul-purifying breeze swept over everyone. The already ethereal music was elevated to an entirely new level.

The crowd followed the sound and saw Yan Jing sitting at the band's Piano.

Yan Jing was playing it himself?

"This guy knows how to play the Piano?"

Weng Lingxiao was also a little dumbfounded.

This piece of music had been requested by Yan Jing. Weng Lingxiao had thought it sounded pretty good, so he added it to the program.

But he never expected Yan Jing himself to perform it.

Dressed in a formal suit, Yan Jing sat straight-backed at the Piano, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes. His long, slender fingers danced across the keys, producing a melodious, feather-light tune that flowed out like drifting clouds.

When the intro finished, a choir of young boys and girls standing behind him began to sing.

"Last night's tide has receded this morn, returning fishermen peddle the wind and rain they've borne..."

The youths' tender voices were as pure as crystal, free of any impurities. Accompanied by the Piano, the audience was entirely entranced, forgetting the bloody scene from just moments ago.

Their attention turned to the connecting point between the high platform and the Fortress.

Finally, dressed in a suit and looking exceptionally handsome, Ning Wei walked out step by step, clutching a bouquet of flowers as he headed toward the breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Amidst the melodious tune, a church seemed to materialize before everyone's eyes. This was no longer a political marriage, but a pair of mutually affectionate lovers walking down the aisle toward a perfect matrimony.

This Wedding seemed to have finally gotten on the right track.

Meanwhile, inside the Special Prison Cell, Wen Qiao's eyes were red as she gazed at Yan Jing's magnified figure on the screen.

As she watched, she couldn't help but hum softly.

"...A wedding is held in the church, I feel the sweetness as I walk by, and it makes me think of you and me..."

This had been her favorite song back then.

"If Little Jing ever has a wedding with someone he likes one day, should we play this song?"

Back then, she had looked at Yan Jing, her eyes sparkling brightly.

She was already destined to die, with no intention of ever entering marriage herself.

So, she had hoped to see Yan Jing's wedding instead.

"Sure, let's play this one."

Under the dim yellow light, Yan Jing had replied casually while doing his homework.

She had originally thought Yan Jing wouldn't remember.

Well, actually, she had always known he would remember.

At the Wedding, the song continued.

"May the sea breeze rise once more, the seagulls land on the reef's shore, as I finally face the ocean and call your name out loud..."