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"Never mind him, we don't even know when he will show up. Let's go out and investigate, then come back to meet again in three days," a few of them said, turning to look at Sikong Xueyi who was sitting nearby. "What do you plan to do?"
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the three people in front of her. "You all go ahead. I'll stay here to prevent anyone from Saint Ten and the others from finding this place without anyone here."
"That's great!" Azure Wind Sword One said, and surprisingly, the three of them headed off in different directions. Lan Ran Qingtian sighed heavily, "Ah, none of them can listen at all."
"Heh, forget it!" Sikong Xueyi smirked coldly. "These men are all so full of themselves and proud; how could they possibly stay here and listen to someone else's orders?"
Indeed, the second-ranked Gu Liu Ma, the third-ranked Ouyang Zhentian, and the fourth-ranked Azure Wind Sword One were not the type to obediently follow orders. He shook his head. "I won't worry about it anymore; let them do as they please!"
In the end, what was supposed to be a gathering of Saint Ten turned into this because Feng Qingyang was absent. Under the Demon Prison Tower, only Lan Ran Qingtian and the fifth-ranked Sikong Xueyi remained.
On the other side, since Li Yunyang was brought into this house, he had been trapped in a room. The leader of the Nüwa clan saw him trying to escape repeatedly and ended up binding him tightly to the headboard with a Serpent Whip.
At this moment, he was glaring angrily, shaking his body, and continuously shouting, "Let me out! Let me out! I'm not here to fight in the Arena!"
Two guards at the door were driven nearly mad by his shouting. "I can't take it anymore! How unlucky is Gunaara to have found such a man as her husband? If he hadn't won in the Arena, the clan leader wouldn't have let him marry Gunaara."
"Exactly! I've never seen such an ungrateful man. He gets to marry our Nüwa clan's number one beauty and still has so many complaints!" another guard grumbled angrily, shaking his head as they both plugged their ears.
Ling Zhu hid around the corner watching the two guards and asked, "What should we do? Li Yunyang is inside the room while two guards are outside. If we rush in like this, it will definitely cause a commotion."
"That's right, let's not rush. I'll distract them!" Duck said confidently as he adjusted his pants and walked toward the door. "Hey, I'm the groom's brother; could you open the door? I have something to say to him!"
"Brother?" The two guards stared at Duck's protruding beak and his dark, plump backside before exchanging glances. "No way; he looks just like a Duck."
"You guys are the ones who look like a Duck!" Upon hearing this, Duck jumped three feet high, pointing at the door and shouting, "Hurry up and open the door for me! I need to talk to the groom!"
"Um?" Li Yunyang turned to stare at the tightly closed door. That voice sounded so familiar; it seemed to be Duck's voice. Lian Cheng Xue and the others must have come to rescue him. He struggled hard, breaking the wooden piece at the head of the bed, and hopped towards the door. "Duck, hurry up and save me!"
"Get out of the way, you troublemaker Duck!" After saying that, the two guards at the door frowned at Duck. One of them grabbed him and flung him out with a strong toss. In mid-air, all that could be heard was Duck's scream, and then he disappeared from sight.
Ling Zhu looked at Duck flying far away with drooping eyelids and shook his head. "I knew we couldn't count on him. Forget it; let's just go in hard!"
Lian Cheng Xue and Ling Zhu exchanged glances, preparing to take action. Suddenly, shouts came from above the Wedding Hall: "The auspicious time has arrived; the bride and groom are about to get married!"
Oh no, there’s no time! Ling Zhu turned around in a sweat. After hearing the shouts from the main hall, the two guards pushed open the door and dragged Li Yunyang out of the room. "Alright, stop struggling; hurry up and get married!"
"Get married? No, please! Duck, Ling Zhu, Lian Xiong, help me!" As Li Yunyang walked while struggling, he made it so difficult that the two guards were almost unable to hold onto him.
Just then, the clan leader approached. Frowning at the commotion caused by Li Yunyang, he was instantly furious. "You brat! After fighting in the Arena, you still don't want to marry my daughter? What do you want?"
"It's a misunderstanding; really a misunderstanding!" Li Yunyang tried to explain, but it seemed that the clan leader was too lazy to listen to his rambling. He reached out his hand, and a small centipede-like creature appeared in his palm, crawling around.
A centipede? Before Li Yunyang could react, the man pinched his chin with one hand and swiftly shoved the centipede into his mouth.
"Gulp!" The live centipede slid down Li Yunyang's throat. He coughed and exclaimed in horror, "Cough cough! What did you make me eat?"
The clan leader clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head proudly. "Don't worry; it's just a poison curse. As my son-in-law, I won't harm you; I just don't want you causing a scene in front of all our friends and family."
Li Yunyang touched his chest as if the centipede had settled down after crawling into his esophagus. In less than a while, he surprisingly began to relax, and his consciousness started slipping out of his control.
He found himself smiling slightly at the corners of his mouth. Seeing that the poison curse was effective, the clan leader nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, finally quieted down; let's start the ceremony!"
Li Yunyang still smiled and nodded. After the guards dressed him in the new attire, he obediently followed the clan leader towards the Wedding Hall, just like Pug.
"Oh my, the poison of the Nüwa tribe is so powerful!" Ling Zhu swallowed hard, feeling nauseous as she touched her throat, as if she could sense a centipede writhing inside.
"What should we do? What should we do?" Gunaara had been pacing anxiously in the room since she heard the sounds of the wedding ceremony outside, feeling frantic and unsure of what to do.
Xiang Xueer continued to tightly hold onto the Fuxi Qin, shifting her feet as if trying to sneak away. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a deep male voice asked, "Daughter, the auspicious time has arrived. Are you ready?"
"Ah? My dad is here!" Gunaara turned around in a panic and grabbed Xiang Xueer, preparing to move towards the window. However, her father had knocked for a while without receiving a response and was now pushing the door while calling out, "Guna La, I’m coming in!"
Oh no, there’s no time! She quickly pulled Xiang Xueer behind the screen and urgently instructed, "Young Master Chu, you hide here and don’t come out. If my dad finds you, we’re done for!"
With a creak, the door opened, and the clan leader slowly walked in. Gunaara adjusted her emotions and calmly stepped out from behind the screen. "I’m here, Dad!"
Her father looked at her perfectly made-up face and nodded approvingly. He picked up the veil beside him and handed it to her. "My daughter is indeed the most beautiful woman of the Nüwa tribe. Alright, the guests can’t wait any longer; let’s hurry!"
"Dad, I don’t want to marry that Li Yunyang!" Gunaara said reluctantly with a frown. However, her father immediately opposed her. "That’s not acceptable! If it weren’t for you insisting on holding some kind of martial arts contest for marriage, your husband is someone you chose yourself. The guests are all waiting; how can you treat this as a joke?"
After saying that, with an angry expression, he took the red veil and placed it over her head, pulling Gunaara along towards the Wedding Hall. Xiang Xueer finally breathed a sigh of relief from behind the screen.
Thank goodness for a strong father; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to escape today. After that thought, she stepped out from behind the screen and glanced towards the door. Everyone had already gathered at the Wedding Hall, so there was no one guarding this place now. If not now, then when?
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