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"Holy Maiden of the Temple, congratulations on your marriage. Would you mind if I came to witness the ceremony?"

Seeing Fu Feng come in person to deliver the congratulatory gift, Ye Wanqing raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting him to come here personally.

To be honest, their relationship was somewhat awkward and complicated. After all, it was true that he forced her to get married, but it was also true that he helped her and they shared common interests.

She didn't believe that he had forced her to marry him because he truly loved her, but that it was only to benefit her; he was just a guest. Besides, the gift he presented was a thousand-year-old ice extract.

It should be known that ice essence is formed from the purest water collected over hundreds of years from glaciers thousands of meters high, while millennium-old ice essence is an even more rare treasure of heaven and earth, and is a nourishing substance for water spirits.

If the Water Spirit absorbs the Millennium Ice Essence, it can completely repair the various damages it has suffered over the past thousand years, and the stronger it will be in sensing and manipulating the power of the water.

Then both he and Zechuan would be greatly enhanced, and might even be able to sense Jiang Xu's whereabouts.

"The gifts left by the Lord are so precious, Wanqing would really be reluctant to refuse them. But did the Lord really come here today just to celebrate my wedding?"

Noticing the scrutiny in Ye Wanqing's eyes, Fu Feng wasn't annoyed. He just chuckled, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness. "If I were to say I wanted to steal the bride, would the Holy Maiden be willing to go with me?"

Before Ye Wanqing could respond, a sharp, demonic blade swept through the hall. Fu Feng's eyes turned cold, and he immediately used all his divine power to block it. His palm wind swept outwards, causing fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy.

Even so, under the influence of the oppressive aura, blood gradually seeped from the corner of Fu Feng's mouth, but he seemed not to notice. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the man walking towards him, who was also dressed in a bright red wedding robe. The two looked at each other, and everything seemed to be understood without words.

"His Majesty the Demon Emperor's strength is truly undiminished; he seems completely unaffected."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly. Something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't grasp it in time. Naturally, she didn't notice the warning in Di Siheng's eyes.

Her fair, slender right hand was enveloped in warmth. She came back to her senses and met the gentle gaze of God Siheng. Her heart fluttered slightly, and she suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.

"If the Lord of Sword Dao Mountain comes to the Demon Realm to celebrate my wedding with Wanwan, I will naturally treat him as an honored guest. However, if he says anything irrelevant, I would not mind visiting your Sword Dao Mountain for a cup of tea after the wedding."

Fu Feng ignored Di Siheng's threat. He listened with his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyes. After a moment, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

"I'll leave your wine for now, but I would like to invite you to my Sword Dao Mountain for a cup of tea. I am missing a tea buddy. My gardenia petals, aged for a hundred years, are of the highest quality. It would be a pity if there was no one to appreciate them. I have heard that His Majesty the Demon Emperor is also a first-rate tea connoisseur. I will be waiting for you then."

A strange, inexplicable feeling permeated the two of them.

"gone."

A cheerful voice rang out, and Fu Feng turned and left without any lingering feelings, until a clear, cold voice came, "Is the Sword Dao Mountain Master not going to take back the gift and stay to watch the ceremony?"

Ye Wanqing's wedding return gift to Di Siheng was a divine-grade elixir that she had personally refined, making it extremely precious.

He stopped and turned around, his dark robes sweeping across the red carpeted floor, creating a very faint rustling sound.

Fu Feng's face, however, showed a rare nonchalance. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes held a nonchalant smile, as if the wedding between the Holy Maiden of the Temple and the Lord of the Demon Realm, which had shocked the Three Realms, was nothing more than an ordinary show to him.

"What?" He spoke with a deliberately flippant tone, his gaze falling on the phoenix crown and hair ornaments on Ye Wanqing's head, yet a faint, complex smile flickered across his face unnoticed. "Does the Holy Maiden want me to steal her away at the wedding?"

Instantly, the chill from the man beside her returned.

"Look, she's angry again."

Fu Feng waved his hand, "Alright, alright, I'll take the divine-grade pill. As for the wedding ceremony, I won't attend. I wish you a happy marriage, I'm leaving now."

The flying divine beast roared to the sky, its enormous wings seemingly capable of blotting out the sun. Just as it was about to take flight, he gently stroked the beast's head and stopped again.

Fu Feng looked at her, the curve of his lips unchanged, but a hint of weakness finally slipped through his nonchalant expression. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he spoke with unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

"Ye Wanqing, you must be happy, not just today."

Take good care of yourself...

As soon as he finished speaking, he rose into the wind and flew towards Sword Dao Mountain with his divine beast.

Ye Wanqing's heart stirred, but her gaze turned to the distance as she silently gripped the Thousand-Year Ice Essence that Fufeng had just given her.

Ye Wanqing moved her palm and looked up at Di Siheng, only to hear him say, "Let's go, Wanwan. We'll be stepping onto the oath-taking platform in half an hour. Then we'll be true husband and wife, and even the vast rules can't separate us."

"Ah."

other side

An Ying appeared behind Fu Feng, and when he saw Fu Feng's face clearly, he looked somewhat shocked. "Your...Your Excellency, you're crying?"

Cried?

Fu Feng raised his hand to brush his eyes, only to find them wet. Then, as if thinking of something, he chuckled softly, seemingly with a hint of helplessness.

"I never thought that I, a sword saint who cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, would shed tears one day. I am truly getting worse as I get older."

A complex look flickered in Shadow's eyes. "My lord, I thought you would..."

"What, you thought I was going to steal the bride?"

Before Shadow could finish speaking, Fu Feng picked up where he left off, a hint of melancholy flickering in his eyes, "I'm not worthy."

With the words "I am not worthy," Shadow couldn't help but feel sorry for Fu Feng. Their lord was the master of Sword Dao Mountain, who used to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, and now he cultivated both "emotion" and "ruthlessness."

In the entire Three Realms, who else can, like their Lord, master two completely contradictory sword techniques without harming himself? Their Lord reigns supreme over the world with extraordinary talent; how could he not be worthy of the Holy Maiden?

Before Shadow could recover from Fu Feng's words, he heard him speak solemnly, "Shadow, convey my order: from this day forward, Sword Dao Mountain shall be sealed off. Any disciple of Sword Dao Mountain who leaves without permission shall be punished for desertion."

Shadow's expression tightened. "Yes!"

Fu Feng raised his hand, and a bottle of pills bearing Ye Wanqing's unique mark appeared in his hand. He opened the bottle cap, and a plump, perfect-grade divine pill rolled out, emitting a faint fragrance.

He smelled the pills that still carried a trace of Ye Wanqing's scent, his gaze earnest, reluctant, and lingering.

I can only protect Kendo Mountain; as for the others, that's up to you.

The Dragon Girl of Destiny.