I stood before the mirror, staring at my wedding robes. They were finely crafted, traditional Chinese wedding garments, adorned with intricate patterns of phoenixes and peonies—symbols of love and rebirth.
Then, Luo Xianling entered, accompanied by her husbands. One of them spoke, his voice laced with a hint of disdain.
"So this is Shen Wuyin, the number one disciple of the Blackdragon Sect?" His gaze scrutinized me, his expression one of mild interest. "You were right, wife. He is tall—much taller than all of us. I stand at ten feet two inches, and yet I feel dwarfed in his presence. He's well over thirteen feet tall. But still, such a plain face, and eyes... black, like they're void of anything, any life."
Luo Xianling was still barefoot, standing at nine feet three inches. She wore robes that flowed around her like a tsunami, patterned with swirling waves and intricate designs, making her presence feel both majestic and fierce.
She sighed softly, her voice warm but firm as she addressed her husband. "Husband, please be nice to him. After all, he'll be your new brother once we are married, right?" She then turned to me, her tone shifting to one of quiet but insistent confidence. "Shen, have you thought about my offer?"
"Not really," I said flatly, glancing at her with a hint of disdain. "I haven't thought about it. And honestly, I'd rather refuse. But you wouldn't dare start something here, would you?" I teased her, my voice carrying a subtle edge. "Is this supposed to scare me? Showing me your devoted husbands, hoping to gang up on me? They did a terrible job. None of them compare to me. My strength alone could wipe them out in an instant."
I passed her, making my way toward the door, but she grabbed my hand, stopping me. She looked at me, her smile still there, but her eyes held a stern, almost calculating look.
"You're arrogant, boy," she said, her voice cool yet somehow enticing. "I like my men not to be so hard to play with. You can pretend you're not interested, but I see it in your eyes. You desire me, like all men do."
I met her gaze without flinching. "You're right," I said, "you are attractive. But right now, I'm not interested. And when I am, I'll tell you. But as I've said, I'm not interested, not now."
I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a dangerous whisper. "And one more thing—if you ever send Nagni again to make my life more difficult, I'll kill you and your family. I'll leave you the last one alive to watch what I do to them."
She looked at him with anger, but then, as her gaze shifted to Shen Wuyin, she swore she saw a shadow flicker behind him for just a moment. It was brief, like something from the depths of darkness had materialized, only to vanish instantly. His aura had changed—it was far more vicious, denser, almost suffocating. It pressed in on her, making the air feel heavier, as though the very space around him had transformed.
As I walked away, the same husband who had spoken earlier made a move to attack me. But before he could even react, I pressed him into the floor with nothing but the weight of my intent. He couldn't lift himself, his face crushed against the ground as my power coursed through him. I held back just enough to ensure I didn't break him, but he could feel the force of my presence rippling through his entire body. I didn't even glance back.
Luo Xianling watched the scene unfold, her eyes following my departing figure. She then looked down at the husband lying unconscious on the floor. I had let him go, allowing him to fall without further harm. Without a word, I continued walking away, my thoughts focused on preparing for the wedding.
Luo Xianling watched the scene unfold, her gaze flickering between me and her fallen husband.
Eventually, the moment arrived. I spotted Nagni hidden among the crowd of guests, her hood pulled low over her face. Her expression was cold, but I could tell what she was thinking. She had never truly liked sharing me with other women. While she tolerated those from the ancient clans with whom I had relationships, the others—those outside of it—always bothered her. She still cared for me obsessively, but it was more restrained when it came to them.
I watched as Xu Yunfei approached, each step purposeful and full of quiet strength. She smiled at me, and I returned the gesture, my heart a mix of anticipation and weight. When she reached me, she took my hand, the connection between us palpable.
Her father, the patriarch of the Xu family, stepped forward, his voice carrying the authority of his position as he began the ceremony. His words were formal, but there was a warmth in his tone as he spoke about the union, a kindness that made the moment feel even more significant.
But just as the ceremony was about to proceed, a loud, drunken voice pierced the air.
"Xu Yunfei!"
It was Xu Xiao—stumbling into the room, clearly intoxicated, his rage written across his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted in anger, and he staggered toward the altar with a group of Xu family members at his back, some following him out of loyalty, others out of greed or fear.
With a pointed finger, he shouted at his sister, his voice slurred with fury. "Are you really going through with this? You're going to marry him? You're abandoning your family for a man like this?"
His words cut through the air, heavy with emotion. The chaos he caused was immediate, his desperation clear. It wasn't just anger—it was the anguish of someone who felt their grasp slipping away, someone who couldn't understand the choice his sister had made. I could see the hurt beneath his words, the frustration of betrayal that seemed to burn in his chest.
Xu Xiao raged on, his voice growing more incoherent as he tried to regain control of the situation. The tension in the room became suffocating, every eye now on him, waiting for something to break. He wasn't going to let this wedding pass without a scene.
And though his outburst was filled with bitterness and resentment, I could see, buried beneath it all, a deeper struggle—a feeling of abandonment. He wasn't just losing his sister to me; he was losing the role he had always held in her life, and that, in his mind, was something he couldn't bear.
His father's voice thundered through the room, his anger palpable. "What are you doing, you fool? You're embarrassing yourself! How dare you rebel against your own family? You disappoint me!"
But before Xu Xiao could retort, something far more shocking happened. In an instant, his own son drew a blade and plunged it deep into his father's side.
Xu Xiao's father looked at him, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"You always made me feel like I was nothing, Father," Xu Xiao hissed through gritted teeth. "You always treated me like trash. But here's the truth—you underestimated me. I've reached the Divine Realm long before you did. I've concealed it for this very moment."
His father's eyes widened in disbelief, the shock of his son's betrayal freezing him in place.
"You made Xu Yansheng the future heir of the Xu family, even though I'm your eldest son. You took my birthright from me—just because you favored him, just because I lost to him once. And that was all it took for you to decide I was unworthy of it."
Xu Xiao's voice trembled with suppressed fury. "You never gave me a chance to prove myself. You never even let me try."
The room was filled with shock—some stood frozen in disbelief, while others watched with grim understanding. Xu Xiao's younger brother, Xu Yansheng, stepped forward, his face stoic but his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and disappointment.
"Brother, don't do this," Xu Yansheng's voice was low but commanding. "If you continue down this path, I'll kill you myself for your treason against our family."
Xu Xiao's gaze hardened, and without hesitation, he spat in his brother's face, his eyes full of disdain.
"You're a joke, little brother. You don't even know the truth, do you?" Xu Xiao sneered, his voice filled with venom. "Your first wife, Lingling, gave birth to a son... for me. He isn't even yours."
Xu Yansheng's face remained impassive, but his gaze hardened, a flicker of recognition flashing in his eyes. He said nothing at first, his silence speaking volumes.
Xu Xiao laughed bitterly. "Didn't think you'd ever find out, did you?"
Xu Yansheng stood firm, his voice steady, though there was an edge of regret in it. "She can live with that. I made her feel unloved, uncared for—that was on me. But she made her choice. I knew, brother. I just didn't care in the end.."
The tension in the room was suffocating, the weight of Xu Yansheng's words hanging heavily in the air.