Chapter 144: The Wedding's Dramatic Turn

Chapter 144: A Wedding Upheaval

Huang Ling returned to her room with Wu Hong, her heart brimming with joy. They shared a secret, tender moment once again. Huang Ling was not a woman given to lust, yet in Wu Hong’s arms, she felt as though she ascended to heaven each time. She found herself somewhat addicted to his embrace.

Before the servants, Huang Ling maintained a frosty demeanor, but in front of Wu Hong, she was fiery and passionate, her tone gentle—two entirely different personas.

Huang Ling guided Wu Hong in worshiping the Buddha and imparted practical knowledge of daily life. Wu Hong’s divine skills remained intact, though some memories were lost. Huang Ling could see through him with just a few words.

After several days, Wu Hong gained a general understanding of everyday matters and glimpses of his past, though none of Huang Ling’s explanations sparked any memory within him.

Naturally, Huang Ling omitted certain details when recounting the past—perhaps deliberately avoiding them. At least, she never mentioned anything about Wu Songran.

During this time, Huang Ling took Wu Hong on tours of every scenic spot around Huangyun Town. Huang Ling greeted Wu Hong with a radiant smile every day, while before others, she remained cold as ice.

Wu Hong’s gentle nature earned him the respect of all the servants in the Huang Mansion, who recognized that this extraordinary woman was to wed their young mistress in a few days. Wu Hong treated everyone kindly and warmly, further elevating their esteem.

The townspeople’s impression of the man destined to be Huang Ling’s husband, seemingly descended from nowhere, shifted dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, the wedding day arrived. The Huang Mansion was festooned with festive decorations, exuding joy. Officially, it was said that Miss Huang Ling was marrying a servant with whom she had fallen in love.

As the foremost noble family in Huangyun Town, the Huang family’s marriage news spread like wildfire, catching the attention of local dignitaries.

Ordinarily, no one would question whom Huang Ling chose to marry, but this news reached the ears of Ma Luocheng, son of Ma Yanhwang, leader of the Earth Fiend Organization. He was furious to the point of nearly bursting a lung.

“That shameless woman, marrying a mere servant without even sparing me a glance? Does she think I’m easy to bully?” Ma Luocheng cursed vehemently, storming off to find Ma Yanhwang. The elder’s sole advice was, “Make a scene at the wedding.”

With that, he handed Ma Luocheng a red porcelain bottle.

Ma Luocheng sneered coldly, “Bitch, just you wait—we’ll see who has the last laugh.”

Ten days later, on the wedding day, the Huang Mansion was alive with celebration. Huang Ling behaved obediently, staying away from Wu Hong.

Wu Hong, accompanied by a pair of loyal retainers from the Huang Mansion, waited ten miles outside the city for the perfect moment to set off. Since Wu Hong’s true home was in Bianjing City, Huang Ling and he had agreed to keep the ceremony simple, using the place where Wu Hong was rescued as their starting point.

“Master, the auspicious time has arrived. Shall we depart?” A servant suddenly broke away from the festive bridal procession and addressed Wu Hong, who was dressed in bright red silk robes.

“Very well, let’s go,” Wu Hong replied with a smile that warmed everyone’s hearts like a spring breeze.

“Lift the sedan chair!” a servant shouted, and the crowd hoisted an empty floral palanquin, heading straight for the Huang Mansion.

As the wedding procession entered Huangyun Town, the townsfolk behaved strangely—hurrying past with doors and windows tightly shut.

A bad premonition seized Wu Hong. Swift as lightning, he stopped a passerby. “What’s happened?”

The man, pale with fear, stammered, “The leaders of the Heaven and Earth Fiends are battling in the Huang Mansion. Many have died or been injured.”

“What?” Wu Hong’s eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed the man. The impact was so fierce the man’s orifices bled, his organs shattered beyond recovery.

Wu Hong had no time to capture another to get more information. Leaving a residual image behind, he instantly arrived at the Huang Mansion’s gate.

What he saw made his blood boil—before the gate lay a servant clad in festive attire, evidently killed in an instant.

From the inner courtyard came a powerful surge of true energy, signaling a fierce battle between masters.

Wu Hong’s fear deepened. Suddenly, a roar echoed from within: “Ma Yanhwang, the envoy from the upper realm commands that the Heaven and Earth Fiends unite. Do you defy the heavenly decree without fear of punishment?”

“Heh heh,” came the mocking reply. “Old Gu Xing, I haven’t annihilated your Heaven Fiends. I just won’t accept my son’s granddaughter being wed to a servant instead of my son. Hmph! Today, I haven’t harmed a single Heaven Fiend, only Huang Mansion’s servants. What can the higher-ups do about that? Destroy the Earth Fiend Assassins over such a trivial matter? Once my son and your granddaughter are bound, let’s see where your old face hides!” Ma Yanhwang’s mad laughter echoed through the courtyard.

Before Wu Hong could hear more, the voices ceased as the two combatants vanished.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from Huang Ling’s room. “You beast! One more step and I’ll shatter your heart’s meridians!”

Wu Hong was shocked. He hurled a palm forward with a deafening crash—Huang Ling’s door and wall collapsed under the force.

Yet inside, the occupant was merely shaken, a subtlety of strength that defied belief.

This was the result of Wu Hong’s unconscious power.

As the dust settled, Wu Hong faced a grim reality: Huang Ling had severed her own heart meridians, her breath barely clinging to life. Wu Hong’s sensitivity to life energy allowed him to sense her dire condition from over ten meters away.

Also inside the room lay a half-collapsed Huang Hu, his face twisted in pain. He looked at Wu Hong as if seeing a savior, but could not utter a word.

In a corner mere meters from Huang Ling stood a man clutching a ghost-headed broadsword, his face twisted with ferocity.

This was none other than Ma Luocheng, accompanied by several Earth Fiend masters at the late stage of the Perfected Realm—a formidable force.

Ma Luocheng’s gaze darkened upon spotting the young man in red outside the door. “Heh heh, shameless woman. Giving your new groom to me to deal with. Even if you die, I’ll defile your corpse.”

“Charge!” Ma Luocheng shouted. The elite warriors behind him surged toward Wu Hong.

Wu Hong’s heart nearly stopped from shock. As the attackers closed in, he reached out with his great hand, which, strangely, grew larger with the wind. “I want you dead!”

His roar shattered the clouds. The Perfected Realm masters, caught before they could react, were blasted apart by a fierce gale of true energy, their screams cut short as they vanished into thin air.

Wu Hong wasted no time. He moved swiftly to Huang Ling’s side, gently channeling his inner energy into her frail body.

Huang Ling’s heart meridians had been severed by her own true energy, likely driven to desperation by Ma Luocheng’s coercion.

Wu Hong’s “Great Sun Buddha” true energy was miraculous but not meant to repair the body—it could only stabilize Huang Ling’s condition temporarily.

Wu Hong’s memories were still lost; even his method of energy infusion had been learned from others. Otherwise, this tragedy might have been averted. A fully aware Wu Hong would have recalled the “Innate Wood Spirit Art,” a rare technique capable of healing bodily injuries, though lacking in offensive power.

Now, all hopes seemed futile.

Huang Ling’s heart meridians were blocked, and her dantian bore no trace of true energy—she was clearly poisoned by a potent toxin.

“Boy, you and this bitch will rot together as ghosts in the underworld!” Ma Luocheng snarled wildly, brandishing his cleaver, charging at Wu Hong.

Meanwhile, Ma Yanhwang, locked in fierce combat with Old Gu Xing, sensed the disturbance in Huang Ling’s room. His only son could not suffer any harm.

He caught a glimpse of the youth in red but could not place his face. Distracted, he could not afford to break focus despite the toxin weakening Old Gu Xing. The old man’s formidable cultivation allowed him to suppress the poison for now.

Wu Hong’s eyes suddenly flashed with twin golden beams that shot forth. Ma Luocheng didn’t even have time to react before the light disintegrated his flesh inch by inch.

These golden rays were Wu Hong’s Purifying Light, effective only against opponents two realms below him. Against equals, it was a mere smile and a strike to the throat.

“No!” Ma Yanhwang bellowed in shock at the turn of events. Fury blazing, he slashed at Old Gu Xing with a hundred-meter-long blood-red sword qi, sending the elder flying and collapsing several houses behind him.

Ma Yanhwang’s eyes bulged as he unleashed a wild slash of blood-red blade qi toward Wu Hong.

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