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Time had not passed long, and soon it was the day of Ye Mingshang's wedding.
"Look, do I look pretty in this?" Ling'er twirled in her light gauze dress and asked.
"Hehe, it's not your wedding, so why dress up so beautifully?"
"But Sister Mengyu is so beautiful. If I don't dress nicely, won't I just be the ugly duckling?" Ling'er pouted.
"Not at all! Our Ling'er is very cute too."
"Hmph! She's beautiful, and I'm just cute."
In the room, Ye Mingshang was personally styling Li Mengyu's hair. They were both dressed in red wedding attire, their faces adorned with happy smiles.
After waiting for so many years, they finally reached this day.
There were no excessive words or much communication, but everything was already understood in their hearts.
In the mountains, it was already bustling with activity. All the monsters were moving about, even those who usually didn't pay attention to their appearance were now dressed like individuals.
Yin Hu had also changed out of his beast skin pants and put on a Tang suit, tightly wrapping his muscles as if he might burst out of his clothes.
At that moment, he was smiling broadly as he accepted gifts from the arriving guests.
"Ha ha! Lu Master has such a grand gesture, even bringing a protective artifact."
The middle-aged man across from him smiled with a hint of sarcasm, also clasping his hands. "Of course, of course. It's the wedding of the Demon King's only son; we can't be stingy."
"Ha ha! Good, good. Bring me to the main seat."
"Oh! Isn't this Raging Wind King? I didn't expect you to be here too," he turned and greeted another demon covered in red fur with a fist salute.
"This is the wedding of Young Master Ling, so I had to come no matter how busy I am." As he spoke, he handed over a box.
Yin Hu took it and looked inside. "Oh, it's a gold brick. Not bad."
The Raging Wind smiled, ready to exchange pleasantries.
Yin Hu cheerfully called out, "Come on, take it away and fry it."
"What?! Lord Yinhu, what do you mean?!" The Raging Wind was taken aback.
"Damn it, how dare you bully me? Who doesn't know your mountain is a gold mine? Just sending a gold brick is quite shameless! Are you trying to fool someone begging for alms?" Yin Hu scoffed disdainfully.
"Lord Yinhu, I'm willing to offer a hundred gold bricks, my lord, my lord!"
The Raging Wind's voice gradually faded away, accompanied by a distant scream; his life had come to an end.
It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but resistance was futile here; there were many Experts present, and talents were abundant.
Don't be fooled by his status as the king of Mountain Peak; here, he is no better than a Young Talent.
There are plenty of people who can handle him.
The two monsters who took him away are both at the captain level; either one could take care of him, let alone both together.
Seeing this scene, the other guests were sweating profusely, frightened out of their wits.
The leader of the Taoist Sect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought, "It's a good thing I was generous; otherwise, I might have ended up cooked today."
The others swallowed hard. A few had initially considered taking advantage of the chaos but, seeing such a fate, were instantly terrified and their legs trembled.
"Hey! Where are those guys? Hurry up! The banquet starts in a few hours!"
"What the hell! It’s still a few hours until it starts; why are you shouting?" someone silently complained.
"Tiger Brother, come here!" An old man bent over and walked over.
He looked much older than Yin Hu, yet he affectionately called him Tiger Brother without any awkwardness.
"Landlord, it's been a while! What have you been up to lately?"
"Haha, what else could I do? Just tending to my little plot of land."
"Not bad, not bad. Alright, let's see the contribution money."
“Is there really a need for a contribution like this? If I could take you on, I would spit in your face!” the old man cursed inwardly.
On the surface, however, he smiled and respectfully handed over the small box in his hand.
“What is this?” Yin Hu asked.
“A hundred years of incense offerings,” the old man replied with a grin.
Yin Hu nodded, “Not bad, not bad. You’re really putting in some effort.”
“Not at all, with Young Master Ling’s wedding, we naturally have to do our best. It’s just that my assets are too limited; otherwise, I would contribute even more,” Old Man said with a chuckle, though he was cursing internally.
“That's acceptable. Bring him a seat.”
After putting away the items, Yin Hu continued to watch what was happening behind.
There were a few people who wanted to leave to get something else because they weren’t satisfied with what they had brought. However, as soon as they moved, they were called out, so they dared not leave and could only stand there trembling.
“Lin Village Master has arrived. What good gift did you bring?” Yin Hu asked directly.
“Uh, I brought a spirit mushroom,” he said, taking out a rectangular box.
When he opened the box, there were actually nine heads inside.
It was indeed a nine-headed spirit mushroom!
He took a sniff and realized it was indeed a thousand-year-old item!
"I know it's a good thing, but looking at the other party, I remember he had a grudge against them."
With a cold snort, he said, "Hmph! You dare to use such a subpar item to fool me? We have everything in the mountains. Someone, take him out and chop him!"
"What!" The Village Chief was startled and hurriedly shouted.
"No! You can't treat me this way! I gave you the Thousand-Year Nine-Headed Ganoderma! Don't do this!"
"Stop your nonsense! Kill him!" Yin Hu glared, impatiently commanding.
"How dare you! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?!" The man, furious, spun around and swung his knife.
"Impudent!" Before Yin Hu could make a move, a Squad Leader had already dealt with him.
Facing that large blade, he threw a punch and knocked the man down.
"Take him away!"
Before long, the sound of the man's screams echoed.
Due to his resistance, he clearly suffered quite a bit of torment, screaming for several minutes before finally stopping.
The others swallowed hard, secretly alarmed by the ruthlessness of their opponent.
Some with keen eyes naturally noticed that the gifts he provided were quite good, but the other party was still dealt with. They couldn't help but think about their own belongings and whether they had any past grievances with him.
"Alright, next one, continue," Yin Hu said dismissively while digging in his ears.
The following few were uneventful and passed without incident.
Some who had initially brought ordinary items quickly took out their valuable possessions, fearing that if they weren't careful, they might end up like the previous one.
Yin Hu's display of power had its effect; at least there were not many who dared to take advantage of the situation anymore.
"Amitabha."
With the sound of the chant echoing, many turned to look.
It was a monk around sixty years old, dressed in a flowing white robe, exuding an air of solemnity.
"Dun Kong Master!" Yin Hu clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
(To be continued.)
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