Double Happiness

Whose territory was this? Wasn't this Qiu Luoye's territory? Shan Chengjun looked at the woman before him and asked, "What does Qiu Luoye have to do with you?" A'yi replied solemnly, "That's my wife!" Shan Chengjun asked in earnest, "Do you even know what a wife is for?" A'yi answered without missing a beat, "To make a life together and have babies together, of course!" Shan Chengjun looked at A'yi and sighed. "Madwoman, it really hasn't been easy for you to survive to this day." A'yi stared back at Shan Chengjun. "You've called me a madwoman twice now." Shan Chengjun nodded. "Yes, twice. What are you going to do about it?" A'yi rolled up her sleeves. Shan Chengjun knew she was about to draw a weapon. Nothing that came out of her hands would come as a surprise. Even if she hauled a tank out of her sleeve, Shan Chengjun would find it entirely plausible. When fighting A'yi, one had to be prepared for exactly that— *Boom!* An explosion went off right beneath Shan Chengjun's feet. Though not severely injured, Shan Chengjun's shoe was blown to shreds, leaving his toes exposed. Shan Chengjun asked A'yi, "Was that a landmine?" A'yi nodded. "I just planted it. You didn't notice, did you?" Shan Chengjun couldn't understand it. "If you were using a landmine, why did you roll up your sleeves?" A'yi found the question completely baffling. "Don't you need your hands to plant a landmine? And when you're working with your hands, shouldn't you roll up your sleeves?" With that, she took a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her hands. Shan Chengjun wore a look of disdain, yet he watched A'yi's every movement with utmost focus. With A'yi's style of fighting, there was no telling when she might spring a surprise on him. Having wiped her hands, A'yi tossed the handkerchief onto Shan Chengjun's head. Shan Chengjun caught the handkerchief with one hand. The handkerchief exploded on the spot—a hand grenade was hidden inside. No matter; a hand grenade was also within reason. The skin of Shan Chengjun's hand was grazed slightly. He pinched the shattered shrapnel together and hurled it back at A'yi. This was one of Shan Chengjun's signature tactics: whatever weapon an opponent used, he returned it in kind to catch them off guard. But this time, the shrapnel didn't make it back. Because only a portion of the artisan method on the grenade had been triggered, the shrapnel suddenly transformed into a machine gun midway through the air, wildly spraying bullets at Shan Chengjun. Shan Chengjun stripped off his outer robe, catching all the bullets, and grinned at A'yi. "Let's see how many more tricks you have." *Boom!* All the bullets wrapped in the robe exploded, blasting Shan Chengjun into a charred, smoking mess. Every time he clashed with A'yi, Shan Chengjun doubted one thing: was this place truly Puluo Province? A'yi's artisan methods were formidable indeed; Shan Chengjun conceded that. Getting injured by her artisan methods was nothing extraordinary—even if the Peddler stood here, he might not guarantee walking away unscathed. Yet in Puluo Province, the chance of gunpowder successfully detonating never exceeded thirty percent. With A'yi, it was a guaranteed hundred percent every single time. Shan Chengjun also doubted whether what she used was even gunpowder. He had even thought of taking some back to study, to see whether it contained the methods of an artisan cultivator or a Mad Cultivator. But now was not the time to ponder gunpowder. Shan Chengjun was fairly familiar with A'yi; he certainly couldn't let her keep suppressing him like this. It was time to retaliate. He hooked a finger, and a poplar tree was torn up by its roots. "Madwoman, out of respect for your father, I'll spare your life. Be on your way." A'yi looked around, searching for a long time. "You saw my father? Where is he?" Shan Chengjun frowned. "Can you understand human speech? I said out of respect for your father's face, not looking at his face!" A'yi flared with rage. "Shameless scoundrel, you dare insult me? You haven't even seen my father, yet you say you saw his face? Do you take me for a fool?" "I shouldn't have wasted a single word on you." Shan Chengjun seized the poplar tree and threw it at A'yi. *Boom!* Before it even left his hands, the poplar tree exploded as well. Wood chips splattered everywhere. Shan Chengjun looked at the blood on his hands, realizing that something was amiss. There were three main issues that were wrong. First, the quantity of explosives was wrong. With this much explosive, A'yi couldn't have planted it on a whim; she had prepared in advance. Yet Shan Chengjun had only just arrived in Qiqiu City. When had A'yi made these preparations, and how could she have known he would come to this grove of trees? Second, the timing of the explosions was wrong. This was the most abnormal part. Just now, Shan Chengjun had picked that poplar tree entirely at random. Using whatever was at hand was his combat habit. Why would A'yi know in advance which tree Shan Chengjun would choose, and even rig explosives inside that specific tree? Did the tree have spiritual awareness, or did the explosives inside it possess a mind of their own? Third, Shan Chengjun realized there was a problem with his own responses. With a mere raise of his hand, anything could serve as a weapon in his grip. He had thousands of tactics at his disposal, yet today he had chosen the clumsiest tactic imaginable: exchanging thrown objects with A'yi. A'yi specialized in weapons from the Outer States. What advantage could he possibly gain from a ranged duel with her? Even charging at her with a branch to fight in close quarters would be far better than throwing things back and forth. This battle was too abnormal. Shan Chengjun suspected he had been struck by a skill. Had he been hit by a Mad Cultivator skill, muddling his mind? But when had he been struck? Could it have been that stream of urine? Was there something in that piss? Should he taste it again? Why would he taste that thing? It seemed he truly had been hit by a Mad Cultivator skill! Shan Chengjun swept his sleeve, kicking up a storm of wind and sand. Attacking with sand was relatively safe. His judgment was correct; there were no explosives in the sand. The wind and sand blew toward A'yi, leaving behind a swath of holes. Those holes appeared not only on A'yi's body, but also across the surrounding scenery. The sand had struck a painting! This painting had to be Mu Yuejuan's work. She and A'yi were working together! Shan Chengjun rapidly swirled his sleeves, creating a vortex. He intended to clear away all the mechanisms in the vicinity with the sandstorm. Explosions rang out everywhere; the tactic was indeed effective. Many of the explosives A'yi had planted were detonated in advance by Shan Chengjun. Yet the area was not fully cleared. As the wind and sand grew increasingly fierce, Shan Chengjun prepared to dig deep into the earth to unearth all the landmines. Mister Kongfang suddenly closed in, slapping a handful of copper coins straight onto Shan Chengjun's face. The coins fell along with the sand and dirt. Shan Chengjun was unhurt; he had formed a shield of sand and earth across his face, blocking the coins. Shan Chengjun whipped his sleeve, intending to strangle Mister Kongfang directly with his garment. *Riiip!* The garment strangled only painted paper, which shredded on the spot. Mister Kongfang had used Mu Yuejuan's painting to escape! The shredded painting paper gathered together and exploded once more. Shan Chengjun shielded his body, his ears ringing from the blast. The surroundings were still a grove of trees, yet Shan Chengjun could not tell which tree was real. A'yi, Kongfang, and Mu Yuejuan were all right before his eyes, but Shan Chengjun could not distinguish who was a painting and who was a living person. He walked over to a poplar tree and gave the trunk a gentle push. Leaves drifted down, fluttering around like a swimming dragon. Shan Chengjun was using his true arts now. This swimming dragon could both endure punishment and attack; it could respond to enemy skills, evade water and fire, see through illusions, deflect blades, and seize upon openings after an enemy struck. *Riiip!* The sound of tearing scrolls rang out incessantly. Seventy or eighty paintings prepared by Mu Yuejuan were ripped to shreds by the swimming dragon. When had she prepared them? This part could actually be deduced. Earlier, when Mu Yuejuan slipped into the painting, she hadn't gone far; she had been setting up paintings throughout the surroundings the entire time. The reason he had been pushed into such a passive state earlier was partly because he had been hit by a Mad Cultivator skill, but also due to Mu Yuejuan, who used her paintings to swap around many elements on the battlefield. If he dealt with Mu Yuejuan first, the battle would become much easier. Among the three, Mu Yuejuan had the lowest combat strength and bore his mark, making her easy to kill. Shan Chengjun quickly locked onto Mu Yuejuan's location—she was hiding beneath a locust tree. This position was confirmed via his mark, so Shan Chengjun had no fear of being fooled by a painting. Grabbing a handful of copper coins, he threw them toward the locust tree. These coins belonged to Mister Kongfang, yet Shan Chengjun manipulated them with ease. Two coins struck Mu Yuejuan—one in the shoulder, one in the leg. Mu Yuejuan was injured, and the remaining coins continued their pursuit when a sharp whine pierced the air, throwing the flying coins off course. Amidst the shrill whine, the coins trembled up and down before dropping to the ground. Shan Chengjun fumed in secret: that Sound Cultivator was interfering again. He still hadn't pinpointed the Sound Cultivator's location when the surrounding landscape began to twist and spin. Mu Yuejuan was fighting back, altering the layout of the scene; Shan Chengjun could faintly see the seams within the paintings. *Aahh—* The sharp screech sounded again, disrupting Shan Chengjun's hearing and muddling his sense of direction. Shan Chengjun scooped up a handful of pebbles, wanting to shatter the painting completely. The pebbles exploded in his palm, injuring his right hand. Could it really be such a coincidence? Even a random handful of pebbles scooped off the ground was rigged with explosives? With so many anomalies, it certainly wasn't coincidence. Shan Chengjun thought to himself: *Do the explosives have spiritual awareness and seek me out, or have I been struck by a Mad Cultivator skill and am actively seeking out the explosives?* Both were possible. The surrounding trees exploded one after another. Dust and smoke churned with the shockwaves, sending a dark cloud billowing through the woods. Within the dark cloud, Shan Chengjun constantly grappled with the hidden mechanisms, while A'yi kept setting more of them. When the dark cloud finally cleared, Shan Chengjun was nowhere to be seen. Mu Yuejuan and Mister Kongfang dared not let down their guard, continuing to search all around. A'yi dusted off her hands and chuckled, "No need to look. He ran away." Shan Chengjun had run? Mu Yuejuan could hardly believe it. Mister Kongfang pulled all the strings of coins off his ruined conical hat to scout Shan Chengjun's trail. Shan Chengjun really had fled. Having fought in countless battles, he knew this was an unwinnable situation. First, having been hit by a Mad Cultivator skill, his state of mind was compromised. A'yi and Mu Yuejuan coordinated with seamless chemistry; the repeated traps A'yi caught him in were only possible because Mu Yuejuan's paintings distorted his judgment. Mister Kongfang was fighting with his life on the line to draw Shan Chengjun's attention, and in the shadows, an exceptionally high-tier Sound Cultivator was stirring up chaos. Under these circumstances, Shan Chengjun had zero chance of winning. Retiring as early as possible was the wisest choice. Confirming Shan Chengjun was gone, Mister Kongfang exhaled a long breath, picked up the shredded veil from the ground, and barely managed to cover his face with it. Mu Yuejuan glanced at A'yi. "Little sister, after all these years, the two of us are still in perfect sync." A'yi looked at Mu Yuejuan. "Little girl, did you catch Shan Chengjun's mark?" Mu Yuejuan laughed softly. "You girl, you really refuse to take a loss even in words. But having you call me 'little girl' actually makes me quite happy. I did get hit with Shan Chengjun's mark. Do you have a way to break it?" A'yi took a paper packet from her bosom and handed it to Mu Yuejuan. "Eat this medicine. It will purge the mark." Mu Yuejuan trusted A'yi, so she swallowed the medicine. Before long, Mu Yuejuan suffered agonizing stomach cramps, her body shivering violently as blood seeped from her ears, nose, mouth, and lips. "Girl, what kind of medicine did you give me?" Mu Yuejuan asked in panic. "Explosives," A'yi answered truthfully. "You madwoman! I'm going to fucking kill—" Mu Yuejuan lunged to scrap with A'yi, but her body spasmed, and she vomited up a lump of black charcoal. Originally, it hadn't been charcoal—it had been a section of tree twig. Shan Chengjun had picked it at random; his marks were always taken from whatever materials were at hand. Only now, the twig had been blasted into charcoal by A'yi's explosives. A'yi beamed. "See? You threw up the mark, didn't you? Saved your life again, didn't I? We sisters really are something else." Mu Yuejuan wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth. "Fine, consider it a life saved. Chasing off Shan Chengjun in this battle is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!" A'yi nodded. "Yeah, Shan Chengjun ran off. So who do we fight next?" "Who else would we fight?" Mu Yuejuan said. "The enemy's run off. We don't have to fight anymore." "How boring," A'yi said, pulling a grenade discharger from her sleeve. "How about we keep fighting?" Mu Yuejuan smiled. "You crazy girl, I truly yield to you—" A'yi wasn't smiling. She loaded a shell into the grenade discharger. Mu Yuejuan froze for a second, then hurriedly pulled Mister Kongfang into a painting. It was a vast landscape scroll. Mu Yuejuan and Mister Kongfang rode a single horse together, one in front and one behind, galloping across an endless wild plain. Mister Kongfang couldn't fathom A'yi's actions. "Why did A'yi attack us? She scared us away; if Shan Chengjun comes back, how is she going to deal with him?" Mu Yuejuan's combat prowess fell short of Kongfang's, but her life experience was not lacking, and she understood A'yi deeply. "A'yi showing up in Qiqiu City out of nowhere struck me as odd from the start. Who do you think told her to come?" Mister Kongfang pondered for a moment. "Could it be our Pu Master?" Mu Yuejuan smiled. "I think it was the Peddler, too. I reckon he's tied up with something right now, so he sent A'yi ahead. Once the Peddler reaches Qiqiu City, he definitely won't let Shan Chengjun off. Among the brothers and sisters who fought together back then, Shan Chengjun was the most wretched bastard of all. You heard him earlier—he even wanted to slaughter Qiqiu City. If the Peddler catches up to him, he'll never let him leave Puluo Province alive." Mister Kongfang nodded. "Our Pu Master certainly possesses the power to do that." Mu Yuejuan sighed. "Why bother putting up this front? Aren't you our Pu Master? You can fool others, but you can't fool me. You don't actually need to fly under the Peddler's banner; you alone are capable of holding up Snowflake Pu's standard." Mister Kongfang didn't want to answer this question and deliberately changed the subject. "Where did Feng Chongli, Shang Rongchu, and Qian Yueyi go?" "Don't worry about them. I've settled them properly." Mister Kongfang sighed. "I can hardly understand you today. I truly didn't expect you to care about their lives." Mu Yuejuan said, "At the time, I was the only one marked by Shan Chengjun. If I didn't help them, you wouldn't help me either. One-on-one, I'm certainly no match for Shan Chengjun. Better to trade sincerity for sincerity and face the enemy together." As they spoke, the veil on Mister Kongfang's face slipped off. He leaned down to retrieve it, but Mu Yuejuan spurred the horse, causing him to miss it. "No need to cover your face," Mu Yuejuan said, looking back at Mister Kongfang. "A man with a few scars on his face is nothing bad—it actually looks better!" Mister Kongfang gave a self-deprecating smile. "You have quite the sweet mouth." "Sweet, is it?" Mu Yuejuan grasped Mister Kongfang's hand. "Let's find a place, and I'll let you have a good taste." Mister Kongfang chuckled. "Such a good thing? If it's for cultivation, I won't be accompanying you." Mu Yuejuan shook her head. "It's not cultivation. I've genuinely taken a liking to you." Mister Kongfang didn't believe her. "Have you ever taken a liking to anyone in your whole life?" "I don't remember things from too far back, but today, I genuinely fancy you," Mu Yuejuan said, giving Kongfang another look. "A man with guts looks more handsome the longer you look at him." A'yi looked up at a banyan tree, giggling cheerfully. "Why don't you come down and say a few words?" Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Can I not come down?" A'yi raised her grenade discharger. "Then I'll blow up the tree." "Wait a second, I'm coming down!" Zhao Xiaowan jumped down from the tree with the clock pendulum. A'yi held the clock pendulum's hand. "After all these years, you're still as pretty as ever." The clock pendulum trembled in sheer terror. Zhao Xiaowan said, "My little sister is timid. Don't scare her." A'yi blinked in confusion. "Are you talking about me? I'm not timid at all. I used to go to the outhouse all by myself at night. Last month, while I was using the outhouse, my wife blew it up. He couldn't live with me anymore, which is why I'm thinking of getting a new wife." Zhao Xiaowan nodded. "Very well. Making a life together isn't something that can be forced." A'yi stared at Zhao Xiaowan and lowered her voice. "By the way, after all these years, have you gotten married?" Zhao Xiaowan smiled. "I am married. What about you?" A'yi shook her head. "I'm not married. Old Train wasn't willing to marry me, and I won't marry anyone else. But living alone is boring, so I took several wives. I was thinking that if you weren't married, you could just marry me. Taking such a pretty wife like you would give me a lot of face." Zhao Xiaowan gave a cold scoff. "Why should I marry you? Why don't you marry me?" A'yi assumed a solemn expression. "You're a woman, how could I marry you? Were you planning to climb on top of me?" Zhao Xiaowan laughed. "Back when we were fighting in the war, whenever I got tired, I always looked for you to have some fun." A'yi sighed deeply. "All we wanted back then was to live a quiet life, and the Peddler promised us a quiet life too. Who would have thought it'd end up like that?" Zhao Xiaowan lowered her head, speaking softly, "It's also my fault for dragging you all into it..." A'yi shook her head. "How could anyone blame you? Back then, you had no idea I was Sun Tiecheng's daughter, you knew nothing about the City of Fools, and you never told anyone you knew me. Even to this day, you've never told anyone. Those bird-people just wanted to destroy the City of Fools; even without your business, those bird-people would have found another pretext." Zhao Xiaowan sighed, "Still, it's connected to me." A'yi took Zhao Xiaowan's hand. "It has nothing to do with you. And didn't we agree? All that stuff was supposed to be forgotten long ago. I even used a skill back then to make you forget." Zhao Xiaowan said sorrowfully, "I did forget, but lately, traveling all over the place with my husband, the memories have slowly been coming back." Seeing Xiaowan look upset, A'yi quickly changed the subject. "Let me ask you something: is your man any good?" Xiaowan was taken aback. "What do you mean, good?" "What else could it mean?" A'yi wiggled her eyebrows. "Between the sheets—is he capable?" Xiaowan blushed. "He... he's pretty fast." "Fast is a good thing! Uh, it's a good thing, right...?" Seeing that Zhao Xiaowan wasn't smiling, A'yi wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. She had never been married either, so she didn't know whether "fast" was actually a good thing. A'yi changed the subject again. "Why dwell on unhappy things? Let me tell you something happy. Not long ago, I took in a godbrother. That guy is hilarious!" Zhao Xiaowan was curious. "What's this younger brother's name?" A'yi looked around and lowered her voice. "His name is Elder Brother." Zhao Xiaowan laughed for a good long while. "Do you know who I married?" A'yi listened intently. "Who?" Zhao Xiaowan said, "The man I married is called Husband!" A'yi looked delightfully surprised. "Really? The wives who marry me also call me Husband!" The two of them laughed for a while. Seeing A'yi always made people forget their worries. But forgetting worries couldn't distract from serious matters. Zhao Xiaowan took out the phone and called Old Luo. Luo Zhengnan was frantic with worry. "Madam, where have you been? Seventh Master has been searching everywhere for you!" Zhao Xiaowan said, "I'm in Qiqiu City. Connect the call to my husband first." Luo Zhengnan said, "It seems Seventh Master has run into trouble—I can't reach him!" Zhao Xiaowan frowned. "Didn't he just call me a moment ago? How could he be out of reach so quickly?" Luo Zhengnan couldn't explain it either. "He called earlier and told me he had set up home in the office. I didn't know what he meant, and ever since then, I haven't been able to reach him." Zhao Xiaowan thought for a moment and said, "I understand. Make sure you don't tell anyone else about this." This was Li Banfeng's contingency: in case something happened to him, his wife had to be able to find the key to go home. Hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiaowan said to A'yi, "I need to go to the Outer States. Take good care of yourself!" A'yi said, "I'm about to take a wife! At least stay to have a cup of wedding wine before you go!" Zhao Xiaowan smiled. "When I got married, I didn't hold a wedding feast either. When the time comes, I'll set up a banquet and the two of us sisters will drink our fill to make up for all of it." "Deal, make up for all of it!" A'yi asked, "How do you plan to go to the Outer States?" "I know a secret passage leading to Yue Province." A'yi shook her head. "Don't take any secret passages. Go through Hulu Village; that's much safer!" Zhao Xiaowan shook her head. "I'm afraid of dragging you into trouble." A'yi laughed. "No need to fear now. Hulu Village isn't the City of Fools; we don't have to fear anything anymore. Who are you going to the Outer States to find?" Zhao Xiaowan replied, "My husband." Li Banfeng had completed his advancement, but his body had not yet recovered. He brought his shadows back from above the clouds, greeted Jiang Ling'er, and left Yucui Pavilion. Jiang Ling'er tried very hard to put on a sorrowful expression, but in the end she couldn't manage it. Finding Luo Shaojun, Li Banfeng told her he wanted to return to Qishuiyao. Luo Shaojun hated to see him go, but seeing Li Qi so anxious, she felt even more heartache for him. She explained the situation to Luo Lijun, who manipulated Boundless City to take him to the entrance leading to Qishuiyao. To this day, Luo Lijun still didn't know how Li Banfeng had arrived in Boundless City, but she knew one thing: if Li Banfeng didn't want to speak about something, she had better not ask too many questions. Leaving Boundless City, Li Banfeng crawled out of the pool and sat inside the factory, coughing violently for a long time. He pulled out the phone and dialed Old Luo. Old Luo was overjoyed. "Seventh Master, I've finally reached you! I got in touch with Madam!" "Where is Madam?" Luo Zhengnan said, "She said she's in Qiqiu City." "Connect the call right away." Luo Zhengnan tried several times, but couldn't get through. He really didn't know what kind of mess this was: he had been able to reach Madam but not Seventh Master, and now that he reached Seventh Master, Madam was unreachable again. Worried that something had happened to his wife, Li Banfeng rushed toward Qiqiu City without stopping. At daybreak, upon arriving in the city, Li Banfeng went to the laboratory. The laboratory doors were tightly shut, and the telephone still didn't connect. Waiting in front of the laboratory indefinitely was no solution, so Li Banfeng went to Qiu Luoye's residence to gather news. Inside, he found Qiu Luoye sitting in a daze, with Shui Yongquan keeping him company. Li Banfeng smiled. "Big Brother Qiu, you're back? Did you visit the White Crane Gang's forbidden ground?" Qiu Luoye nodded. "I did. That place is very important; I'll explain it in detail to you in a bit." Li Banfeng waved his hand. "No need for details. That's a secret of the White Crane Gang; you shouldn't tell me." "I still have to tell you. I told Xiao Songzi to find a chance to explain it to you. When it comes to the White Crane Gang's affairs, I still need to rely on your help." Qiu Luoye sighed and ordered wine and food to be served. "Old Seven, have a couple drinks with me." Why was Qiu Luoye in such low spirits? Tiger arranged for the wine and food to be brought out. Soon, the dishes were set. Qiu Luoye picked up a pumpkin and took a bite out of it. "Brother, don't laugh at me. Your older brother can drink a bit of liquor, but I really can't stomach meat. Every time I see you all, I force myself through it, and it's quite miserable. Today, your brother is setting aside face to eat what I actually like. Don't mock me, brother." Li Banfeng said, "What's there to laugh at? Eat whatever you like, Brother. Brother, did you run into some kind of trouble?" Qiu Luoye shook his head. "Nothing important. Let's drink." Beside him, Shui Yongquan also sighed deeply. "Right, drink! Drink deep!" After two cups, Qiu Luoye spoke again: "Brother, Qiqiu City is our home. I know you have a lot of business outside, but you must come home to look after things from time to time. Otherwise, I can't put my mind at ease." Li Banfeng couldn't make heads or tails of it. "Isn't the home being looked after by you? Big Brother Qiu, don't scare me! What on earth happened?" "Really, nothing's wrong. Drink!" Qiu Luoye raised his cup again. Shui Yongquan wiped away tears at his side and sighed heavily, "Drink!" Why was he crying now? After a few more cups of wine, Qiu Luoye added, "Brother, Old Shui's injuries are too severe. It'll take quite some time for him to recover, and his mind is muddled, so someone needs to look after him. We've been brothers; don't look down on him, and come visit him often." Qiu Luoye's voice was actually trembling. Li Banfeng grew anxious. "Big Brother Qiu, can we speak plainly? What exactly is going on?" Shui Yongquan's tears flowed again. "No need for you guys to look after me, I'm doing just fine. Qiu the Elephant, let's have another drink!" Qiu Luoye raised his cup. Outside, the sound of gongs, drums, and suonas erupted. Who was that, banging gongs and drums here? The melody played on the suona sounded quite pleasant, and somewhat familiar. It sounded like a bridal procession tune. Why had a wedding procession come here? Qiu Luoye finished his wine, stood up, and looked at Li Banfeng. "Brother, keep what I said just now in mind. I'm entrusting everything to you. Take care!" With that, Qiu Luoye strode boldly out of the manor. Shui Yongquan shouted, "Brother, keep your spine straight! Even at her house, you mustn't bow your head!" Outside the main gate, amidst the music of suonas, gongs, and drums, Qiu Luoye stepped into a bridal sedan chair. Li Banfeng was dumbstruck. Beside the bridal sedan chair, he saw A'yi. A'yi smiled at Li Banfeng. "Elder Brother, you're here too? Did you come to see off the bride?" "Uh, Big Sister, what's going on here?" "Come along! Come to Hulu Village with me to drink wedding wine!" "Big Sister, let's not talk about wedding wine first. Let's talk about what this is—" A'yi's face darkened. "I invited you to drink wedding wine, why won't you drink? On my big day of joy, don't you dare cause trouble!" The wedding procession marched all through Qiqiu City. The townsfolk were completely stunned, none of them knowing which household was taking a spouse with such immense fanfare. Bai Wusong caught up to A'yi, trying to stop her. "You can't do this! That's our Sect Leader, I had a hard time finding him—" A'yi looked at Bai Wusong and beamed. "Oh my, looks like we've got a dowry companion too!"