Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Chapter 169 The Wedding Procession (Please Subscribe)

Jiang Qin, who had not yet revealed her ambitions, glanced sideways at the four flower slave girls guarding the palace gate.

She complained to Jiang Feng, "Young Master, it's not that I don't want to go in, it's just—they said that 'Yihua Palace' has rules and won't let me in."

"It's nothing for me to suffer a little grievance, it's just that—I'm afraid of embarrassing you and damaging your reputation, young master."

Jiang Qin spoke hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

He looked like he had been wronged, but was still trying to defend his master.

Ah Fei took in his entire performance.

He thought to himself, "This person truly deserves to be a renowned figure in the martial arts world; even his speech is already veiled in riddles."

Jiang Qin's words were clearly a accusation, an attempt to sow discord between Jiang Feng and the Yihua Palace.

He spoke so fluently, it's clear he does this often.

His ambition can be seen from the name he later gave his son.

Jiang Yulang is the name of Jiang Qin's son, and Jiang Feng's nickname in the martial arts world is Yulang.

Anyone who knows a bit about the secrets of the martial arts world understands that Jiang Qin's actions meant, "So what if you were my master? In my eyes, you're only fit to be my son."

However, this is all part of the original timeline.

Jiang Feng was not saved by Yao Yue, and the two did not develop feelings for each other. Yao Yue didn't even glance at him.

If Yaoyue hadn't developed an extreme possessiveness towards Jiang Feng, then the tragedy obviously wouldn't have happened.

Ah Fei was secretly pleased; Jiang Feng really should thank himself.

Jiang Feng frowned upon hearing Jiang Qin's words.

He clearly did not believe that "Yihua Palace" would deliberately embarrass him, and he also felt that Jiang Qin would not lie to him.

Naturally, Jiang Feng assumed that there had been a misunderstanding between the two parties.

He smiled gently and said, "You must have misunderstood. The people of 'Yihua Palace' would certainly not intentionally make things difficult for you."

"With the Second Palace Mistress, Palace Mistress Lianxing, here, if what you say is true, why would she be so polite to me?"

Jiang Qin looked in the direction Jiang Feng was looking and saw Lianxing's fairy-like beautiful face, her eyes widened instantly.

But then he lowered his head in apparent panic, hunched his back, and said in a submissive manner, "Since that's what you say, young master, then so be it."

But Jiang Qin's eyes still kept sneaking glances at Lianxing's face.

Lianxing noticed his prying gaze and snorted coldly, but because of her relationship with Jiang Feng and Afei, she didn't say anything more.

Ah Fei noticed it too, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression darkened.

He disliked the way Jiang Qin secretly looked at Lianxing.

Knowing what this kid will do in the future, anyone would be ashamed to associate with him.

Moreover, since he dared to covet Lianxing's beauty, Afei could no longer keep Jiang Qin around.

But he couldn't kill someone directly in front of Jiang Feng.

Thinking that Jiang Qin also had good potential for martial arts training, A Fei thought for a moment and decided that killing her would be a waste.

Why not find an opportunity to abduct Jiang Qin, turn her into a suicide squad member, and let her keep Long Xiaoyun company?

As I was thinking this, a team appeared in front of me.

The people who made up this team all looked extremely strange.

These people were pale and emaciated, clearly due to long-term malnutrition and lack of sunlight.

Their pair of eerie, gleaming, pale blue eyes would send chills down anyone's spine if they looked into them.

The blood flowing through these people's bodies all seemed to be a ghastly green.

None of them had a proper posture; they were either hunched over or crooked as if their bodies were out of proportion.

But despite their appearance, they were all dressed in bright red wedding attire.

The wedding hats, robes, trousers, and boots—clothes that should have been festive—looked even more bizarre and grotesque on them.

These people formed a wedding procession, with the person at the front carrying a gong to clear the way, followed by people carrying musical instruments such as suona, sheng, and drums.

Behind the band, some people held up celebratory signs and fans, while others held dragon and phoenix umbrellas.

The most eye-catching thing was the eight-bearer sedan chair in the middle of the procession, draped in red and decorated with colorful ribbons. The sedan chair curtains were exquisitely embroidered, and colorful balls hung from the four corners.

This group numbered over a hundred people, making quite a spectacle. The open space in front of the "Flower Palace in Embroidered Jade Valley" was almost overflowing with people.

Afei chuckled. Wei Wuyuan was certainly making quite a show of it; his disciples were probably already here.

As someone emerged from the palace, they suddenly heard a giggling laugh.

Ah Fei has lived two lives and heard the voices of all sorts of people.

Some of them are even more melodious than silver bells, so beautiful that they can stir the heart and intoxicate the soul.

For example, Lianxing's playful laughter, Lin Xian'er's alluring cries, and Xingnu's moans when she climaxes.

Some of them sound even worse than sawing wood, breaking bamboo, or rubbing metal together.

But no matter how unpleasant a sound is, compared to this laughter, it becomes like heavenly music.

It's hard for anyone to imagine that such an unpleasant sound could come from a person's throat.

Hearing this sound will not only give you goosebumps, but it might even make you vomit your dinner from the night before.

Everyone looked toward the source of the piercing laughter.

The wedding procession readily made way for them.

Amidst the sickening laughter, an exceptionally large and imposing horse emerged from the back of the procession.

A dwarf with the size of a child appeared before everyone.

This person wasn't riding on the horse's back, but standing on its head. No matter how the horse's head swayed, he remained firmly in place.

The horse was so tall that the man was standing on its head only to cover up his physical shortcomings.

He was dressed in a well-tailored groom's suit, but it looked like a child's size no matter how you looked at it.

At first glance, one might not find this dwarf particularly frightening.

The only unusual thing about him was that he was wearing exceptionally gorgeous clothes in extremely bright colors.

As if afraid that others wouldn't notice him, the dwarf's clothes were the most eye-catching in the whole group.

But if you look at him for a while, you will suddenly feel cold and your hair will turn white, and you will just hope that you never have to see this person again.

His eyes looked cunning and malicious, carrying the despairing grayness of an impending storm.

But sometimes, however, a hint of innocent mischief shines through, like a naughty child.

His face was distorted and ferocious, looking like a hungry wolf waiting to devour its prey.

But sometimes a sweet smile would appear on his lips.

A sense of incongruity and contradiction converged in this dwarf.

Ah Fei was already mentally prepared, but he still couldn't help but be disgusted by the appearance.

Aside from him, the others looked so much like they wanted to gouge their eyeballs out.

Even Jiang Feng, a gentle, kind, humble, and benevolent gentleman, gasped in shock and could hardly look directly at him.

Upon seeing this, Lianxing felt a chill run down her spine, and her delicate body involuntarily tensed up.

She was unwilling to approach even an inch closer, as if she were someone suddenly seeing a poisonous snake.

Wei Wuya chuckled and looked at Lianxing smugly, saying, "That's right, only a beauty with such charm is worthy of me."

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