In the deep pit, Yu Yuanzhen struggled to sit up.
His originally luxurious robe had naturally turned into tattered strips of cloth.
Charred marks and scattered bloodstains intertwined together, making him look extremely disheveled.
Hearing that Ning Tian actually had the audacity to ask for a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone, Yu Yuanzhen became so enraged that a sweet taste rose in his throat.
“Ning Fengzhi…”
Yu Yuanzhen’s voice was hoarse.
Ning Fengzhi at this moment finally stood up from the main seat.
With a wave of his sleeve, he walked down the steps with a calm posture, wearing his signature refined smile.
As if the battle that almost destroyed half of the Sect moments ago had never happened at all.
“Tian’er, do not be impolite.”
Ning Fengzhi first lightly reprimanded Ning Tian, then looked at Yu Yuanzhen in the pit.
“Old Sect Master, Tian’er is young and speaks a bit bluntly, please don’t take it to heart.”
“However, one thing he said is right; today is indeed a day of great joy for our Sect.”
“With you leading dozens of people to charge our formation, if you don’t give an explanation to the fellow cultivators of the world, where will the face of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School be placed?”
Ning Fengzhi’s words sounded polite, but the firmness in his tone was hardly concealed.
Chen Xin at this moment also slowly descended from the air, the phantom of his Seven Kill Sword behind him trembling slightly.
Yu Yuanzhen’s eyelids twitched wildly.
He understood now.
Ning Tian was playing the bad cop up front to extort him, and Ning Fengzhi was playing the good cop in the back to deliver the knife.
If he didn’t cough up something, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to walk out of this gate today.
Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, fished a box out of his embrace, and gritted his teeth as he tossed it toward the high platform.
“This is a five-thousand-year-old Thunderous Grass, and its value is enough to compare to an ordinary ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Medicine. Consider it a congratulatory gift from my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to Young Master Ning!”
Ning Tian was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, catching the box in one grab and opening it directly in front of everyone.
“Only five thousand years?”
Ning Tian curled his lips in utter disdain.
Yu Yuanzhen trembled all over with anger, pointing at Ning Tian, “You…”
“Tian’er, accept it.”
Ning Fengzhi spoke at the right moment, interrupting the double act between the two.
He cupped his hands toward Yu Yuanzhen,
“Since the congratulatory gift has been delivered and the Old Sect Master is injured, we won’t keep you for the wedding banquet. Another day, I, Ning, will definitely visit to express my gratitude.”
This was issuing an order to see guests out.
Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen nodded, said nothing more, and left with his people.
“This… This is already over?”
Bishop Salas sat in his seat, watching the receding thunder light, dropping one of the chopsticks in his hand.
He originally thought it would be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, but it turned out to be a one-sided suppression.
…
Not long after.
“The auspicious hour has arrived! Send the newlyweds to the bridal chamber—!”
Happily wrapping his arm around Shui Bing’er’s slender waist, Ning Tian waved to the guests off the stage.
“Everyone, eat and drink well! This young master has more important business to attend to, so I won’t accompany you all any longer!”
Amidst the waves of good-natured teasing, Ning Tian led Shui Bing’er through the corridor, walking straight toward the bedchamber in the back mountain.
The bedchamber of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was built to the utmost luxury.
Red carpets paved the floor, and the dragon and phoenix carved wedding candles flickered.
As soon as they entered the room, Ning Tian turned around and locked the door with a backhand motion.
“Phew, it’s finally quiet.”
Standing in the middle of the room, Shui Bing’er had already removed her red veil.
Reflected by the flickering candlelight, her cold and peerless face was tinted with a faint flush.
Her bright red bridal gown was layered upon layered, yet it still couldn’t conceal her proud curves.
“Ning Tian.”
Shui Bing’er suddenly spoke, her voice slightly stiff, but very firm.
Ning Tian raised an eyebrow, “What, want to back out?”
She took two steps forward and stood in front of Ning Tian.
She raised her hand, her slender fingers resting on the buttons of her collar, her eyes revealing a sense of determination.
“Since I agreed to this marriage and accepted your Sect’s betrothal gifts, I will naturally fulfill my obligations.”
“The Shui Family is currently weak, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan harbors wolfish ambitions. Without the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, my Family wouldn’t last much longer.”
“Starting today, I am your wife.”
“As long as you do not fail my Shui Family, I, Shui Bing’er, am your person.”
Finishing her sentence, she applied slight force with her fingers, and that layer of heavy red bridal gown slowly slid down her fragrant shoulders.
Inside the bedchamber, a flash of dazzling snowy white in the candlelight made Ning Tian feel slightly dizzy.
Ning Tian looked at the woman before him who was usually as cold and aloof as an iceberg, yet at this moment stood before him like a lamb ready for slaughter.
That strong sense of contrast caused the fiery urge inside his body to instantly flare up.
“The way you look makes it seem as if I’m forcing you.”
Ning Tian stood up and walked over to Shui Bing’er, close enough to smell the faint frosty fragrance on her body.
He reached out and gently pinched Shui Bing’er’s chin.
Shui Bing’er’s delicate body trembled slightly, but she didn’t dodge.
“Look at me.”
Ning Tian’s tone carried a sense of irresistible command.
Shui Bing’er raised her eyes.
In those sapphire-like eyes, Ning Tian’s mischievous smiling face was reflected.
“I’m actually a very easy person to talk to, as long as you can be sincere with me.”
“But your sincerity needs to be shown.”
“Otherwise, this night in the bridal chamber would be far too uninteresting.”
As he spoke, Ning Tian reached his hand toward her smooth, mutton-fat-jade-like back.
Shui Bing’er bit her lip, her breathing gradually turning hurried.
“What do you want from me…”
Shui Bing’er’s voice trembled slightly.
With a sudden exertion of force, Ning Tian pulled her into his embrace, pressed close to her earlobe, and laughed wickedly.
“I want to test whether you, this Ice Phoenix, can actually “burn” under the covers.”