Douluo Continent: Succubus Light Beast, the Heroines Are Strange

Chapter 21 The Grand Wedding, Yu Yuanzhen Misses Xiao Gang!

Wuhun City.

On the day of the wedding.

The entire city, from the city gates to the temple, was completely submerged in red.

Red silk ribbons were hung from the city tower to the end of the street, and the soul-guiding palace lanterns were raised high on both sides of the street. Firecrackers started to sound from dawn, and a thick layer of red paper scraps was laid on the bluestone slabs.

The forces that can get the Spirit Hall to send an invitation are all among the top in the continent.

Even the smaller sects that didn't receive invitations still sent people to guard outside the city.

It is said that this holy son is only twelve years old, but his martial soul is more sacred and dazzling than that of an angel. His golden hair and blue eyes are so exquisite that he is not like an ordinary person.

Female Soul Masters are particularly concerned about the last point.

The people from the three upper sects arrived the earliest.

Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, took his seat with his entourage.

Ning Fengzhi, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, followed behind his father, his gaze sweeping around the hall before settling on the empty chair next to the main seat.

A sudden commotion broke out outside the hall.

A burly figure strode into the hall, exuding a fierce aura as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Tang Chen wore a deep red dress today, her gray hair was neatly combed, and the scar on her face was softened by the light of the red silk.

Two young men followed behind him—Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.

"Tang Chen!"

Qian Daoliu, dressed in a gold suit, greeted him with a hearty laugh.

"Old man, you actually came!"

"How could I not attend your grandson's wedding?"

Tang Chen patted Qian Daoliu's shoulder heavily, and the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The Temple of the Holy Son.

Bai Yaoyue stood in front of the bronze mirror, lowered her head and tugged at her collar.

The bright red dress was elaborate and luxurious, with golden angel wings embroidered on the waistband and bright gemstones the size of fingernails as buttons on the cuffs.

The golden crown was placed neatly on her golden hair.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a red robe.

That face, already so exquisite it seemed unreal, appeared even more holy and radiant against the backdrop of red.

But at this moment, the holy son was frowning and muttering something.

"It feels a bit tight around the chest."

Ah Yin quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and helped him adjust the tightness of his waistband.

Today she wore a light blue dress, her long blue hair was tied up in a bun with a silver hairpin, and the floating beast nestled on her shoulder, its transparent body glowing slightly with its breath.

"Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

Bai Yaoyue looked down and patted her chest.

"Sister Yin, that's enough, it's much better now."

"Junior brother—!"

A familiar voice came from outside the hall.

Before Bai Yaoyue could turn her head, a bright red color flashed into her peripheral vision.

Bibi Dong wore a phoenix crown and a robe of rosy clouds, looking like a goddess who had stepped out of a painting.

She walked through the palace gate, her gaze fixed on Bai Yaoyue, and the next second she pulled him into her arms, her red lips landing heavily on his cheeks.

"Senior sister! Wait! Wait—!"

Bibi Dong couldn't care less about all that.

She had been enduring since dawn, patiently waiting all day for this moment.

She didn't care that her phoenix crown was crooked or her wedding robes were wrinkled; all she wanted was to etch this incredibly cute junior brother in her arms into her very bones, to smell his warm, sun-like scent, and to kiss him endlessly.

After a long while, Bibi Dong reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Junior brother is a million times cuter than usual today."

"I'm a real man!"

Bai Yaoyue stood tall and proud, her voice full of righteous indignation.

But this statement, coupled with his face that is forever frozen in a porcelain doll-like state, and his bright red attire accentuated by the phoenix coronet and wedding robes, is utterly unconvincing.

Bibi Dong indeed lowered her head and patted his face again.

Ah Yin covered her mouth and chuckled, then stepped forward to straighten the two of their disheveled dresses.

Bibi Dong stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the two red figures standing side by side in the mirror.

She married her junior fellow student when she was nineteen.

From now on, no matter who comes, my junior brother will belong to her.

Her lips were turned up so wide she couldn't suppress it.

Bai Yaoyue glanced at her.

"It was clearly my senior sister who gave the order first and then made the decision!"

Bibi Dong laughed even more triumphantly.

"Strike first, strike hard; strike later, suffer the consequences. Anyway, my junior brother is mine now."

You're just jealous of that woman who left her scent on your junior brother!

Bai Yaoyue muttered something but did not refute it.

He tilted his head slightly to look at Bibi Dong, at her profile that was even more beautiful under the phoenix crown, and suddenly smiled softly.

Yes.

Although I was always being hugged and kissed by my senior sister, I would just lie in her arms and roll my eyes.

But in the end—a senior sister is a senior sister.

She was the closest person to him since he came into this world.

It was that senior sister who used him as a pillow every night and had been kind to him since childhood.

Bai Yaoyue suddenly tiptoed and gently kissed Bibi Dong's cheek.

Bibi Dong was stunned. She touched her cheek lightly with her fingers, her purple eyes filled with disbelief, which then turned into boundless ecstasy.

"Junior brother—"

Bibi Dong immediately felt like hugging and kissing her adorable junior brother for hours before leaving!

"Let's go, the wedding is about to begin."

Bai Yaoyue strode confidently toward the palace gate.

Ah Yin quickly followed, carrying the Floating Beast, while Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.

He caught up with her in two quick steps and grabbed Bai Yaoyue's hand.

Their fingers were intertwined, gripping tightly.

temple.

The palace doors slowly opened, and a beautiful couple dressed in bright red formal attire walked out side by side.

The chatter of the guests abruptly ceased, and all eyes turned to them at the same moment.

The saintess wore a phoenix crown and a robe of rosy clouds; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The moment the Holy Son's gaze fell upon that face, the entire hall fell silent.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a red robe.

That face was so exquisite it seemed otherworldly, so sacred it was almost unbearable to look directly at, yet so adorable it made all the female guests present hold their breath.

The female Soul Masters present all stared at that face, unable to look away.

"Old man, you're very lucky."

Tang Chen held his wine glass, his gaze fixed on the blond-haired youth. After savoring the wine for a while, he turned to Qian Daoliu and said, "You little rascal, you're not simple."

Qian Daoliu's face was flushed, and he was laughing so hard his eyes almost disappeared.

"Of course! The thing I'm most proud of in my life, besides the Guardian Angel lineage, is bringing Yao'er back. Seeing him get married today, my life is complete."

Tang Chen burst into laughter.

"The successor is here. Old man, a toast to you."

"Respect Yao'er!"

Qian Daoliu raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

In the corner, Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, held a wine cup, his face darkening.

His son, Yu Xiaogang, once tried to seduce the Holy Maiden, but was exposed on the spot by the Holy Son.

It was only after he personally went to plead for them that the Spirit Hall agreed to release him.

But after she was released, she disappeared without a trace and there was no news of her ever again.

He dared not think the worst, yet he couldn't help but think the worst.

Ning Fengzhi, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the Holy Son, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his wine cup.

It is said that Bai Yaoyue, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, was already around level 69 half a year ago, and his Spirit Soul, Divine Brilliance, far surpasses that of the Angel Spirit Soul.

Now, he might as well be a Soul Saint.

The person standing there at this moment is just a teenager, yet he already possesses the strength to force all sects to rethink their future strategies.

Moreover, the saintess's aptitude is terrifying.

Level 67 Soul Emperor!

The two are combined.

The future of the Spirit Hall is terrifying.

As Chihiro shouted the proclamation, the ceremony officially began.

"Welcome everyone to the wedding ceremony of my two disciples—Bai Yaoyue, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall!"

The guests rose and raised their glasses.

"May the holy son and daughter proceed with their marriage ceremony!"

Bibi Dong turned around, her purple eyes reflecting the red candles in the room and the face of the young man before her.

She had waited a long time for this day. From the moment her junior brother pushed her face away in disgust when she first held him in her arms, she knew that her junior brother was hers.

She stepped forward and cupped Bai Yaoyue's face in her hands.

Bai Yaoyue did not dodge.

He looked up at Bibi Dong, at the longing hidden in her purple eyes for countless nights, and at her smile as she finally got what she wanted.

Then he raised his hand and gently grasped her wrist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Bibi Dong's lips.

The room erupted in a commotion, followed by thunderous applause and laughter.

Bibi Dong stood there stunned, then burst into laughter—not the usual infatuated laugh of a woman, but one filled with boundless ecstasy.

She pulled Bai Yaoyue back into her arms, holding her tightly.

Bai Yaoyue lay limp in her arms, without struggling.

Tang Chen held his wine glass and laughed heartily.

Qian Daoliu laughed until his eyes were red.

Among the guests, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao sat in the seats of the Haotian Sect. But they were completely unaware that the wine had been spilled.

From the moment the blue-haired woman came out with the Holy Son, Tang Xiao and his brother never looked away.

She wore a light blue dress and held a small, completely transparent object. She followed quietly behind the Holy Son, occasionally bending down to straighten his clothes, her movements as gentle as if she were afraid of wrinkling some precious object.

Her blue eyes were fixed on only one person from beginning to end.

That focus, that devotion, that willingness to humble oneself to the background yet filled with joy.

Heartbeat

Tang Xiao was speechless.

Tang Hao also stared at the pale blue figure, still holding a wine glass in his hand, but the wine had already spilled into a small puddle on the table.

Beautiful and gentle.

That gentleness was completely different from the usual girlish gentleness; it carried a kind of composure and tranquility that came from the bones and had been tempered by the years.

Tang Xiao asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, who is that girl in the blue dress next to the Holy Son? Why is she standing next to the Holy Son? I've never seen her before?"

Tang Chen's gaze swept over the blue-haired woman, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he looked away without answering.

He turned to look at Yu Yuanzhen at the next table, his tone slightly teasing.

"Sect Master Yu, I heard that your son had some feelings for the Holy Maiden before? Why is he not present to offer his congratulations on the Holy Maiden's wedding today?"

Yu Yuanzhen's wine glass stopped in mid-air, his expression slightly somber.

"Sect Leader Tang, today is a joyous occasion for the Spirit Hall, let's not talk about these things."

Tang Chen smiled, picked up his wine glass, and didn't ask any further questions.

Yu Yuanzhen did not pick up his wine glass again.

His gaze swept over the guests, and then over Bai Yaoyue, who was being held tightly in Bibi Dong's arms in the center of the hall.

The son had plotted against the Holy Maiden, but was exposed on the spot by the Holy Son. The Spirit Hall spared the son's life out of respect for him.

But now that his son has gone missing, he doesn't even have the confidence to question them, as they still have leverage over him.

Amidst the laughter and cheers of the room, he remained silent.

Xiaogang, where did you go?