Chapter 62
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Chapter 62: Breaking Armor and the Grand Wedding
"Breathing Technique"
"Qi Refiner"
The people on the stone platform saw the scene in the light and shadow. Master Yu and Shi Hai both exclaimed in surprise, one showing a worried expression and the other filled with astonishment.
Yin Linglong pressed her lips together and said nothing, but her tightly clenched hands showed her inner unrest.
…
Wang Yu moved forward like a fierce tiger, rushing to Yu Xiaoming’s front. With a swift motion of his arm, his fingers turned into claws and struck the light red stone armor, making a deep cut.
"Crash!"
Five deep claw marks suddenly appeared on the seemingly unbreakable stone armor, and light red shards flew out.
Yu Xiaoming was startled, but before he could react, Wang Yu’s legs moved in a quick dance, circling around him while he growled lowly, like a fierce tiger emerging from the mountains.
Two arms moved quickly, and countless claw shadows flew out. Each time they grabbed the stone armor, large pieces of light red fragments fell away.
In the blink of an eye, the thick stone armor on Yu Xiaoming became a little thinner.
Yu Xiaoming snorted, a strange green light flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he stamped his foot, and countless shattered stones rose into the air, quickly merging into the stone armor and turning light red.
The stone armor that was just damaged was quickly restored to its original state.
Yu Xiaoming chuckled and was about to say some mocking words.
Wang Yu silently whispered, "Activate super speed," and his eyes sparkled as his senses expanded many times over.
In the next moment, he took a deep breath, and his nearly two-meter tall body expanded once again, while his arms grew thicker, with many veins popping out on the surface.
With a whoosh.
Wang Yu burst out like a violent wind. His arms blurred for a moment and then suddenly disappeared, while two sharp piercing sounds rang out.
Yu Xiaoming felt a shiver go through his body as two huge objects struck his shoulders hard at the same time. An unimaginable force hit him, and the stone armor on his body suddenly became as weak as paper.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The thick stone armor, which seemed unbreakable, shattered into pieces, with chunks of stone flying everywhere.
"Impossible!"
Yu Xiaoming shouted in disbelief, but his face quickly turned wild. He made a gesture with his hands, opened his mouth, and sprayed a burst of vital blood. His pupils instantly turned bright green, and yellowish-brown scales appeared on his cheeks.
Whoosh!" "Whoosh!
The chunks of stone that had been falling suddenly rolled back like a wave, gathering again on Yu Xiaoming’s body to form thick stone armor.
This time, the stones were a deeper shade of blood red, and large stone spikes appeared on the surface of the armor.
The yellow hurricane that had been swirling around also began to howl and press inward.
But the next moment, a sharp wailing sound echoed in Xiaoming’s ears again.
He felt as if a great force struck him from all directions, and the stone armor on his body burst apart with a loud sound under the terrifying pressure.
Yu Xiaoming felt a fierce wind rush towards him, and a heat in his abdomen sent him flying backward…
On the stone platform.
The family master of the Yu family looked pale.
Shi Hai frowned.
Yin Linglong’s smile was radiant.
The elderly members of the Yin family were either panicked or looked confused.
The other members of the Yin family surrounding the Martial Arts Field had different expressions, some were excited while others were extremely anxious.
Martial Arts Field, the yellow whirlwind suddenly disappeared, revealing the only tall figure standing inside.
Wang Yu held the young man, who had been knocked out, with one hand, let out a long sigh, and white mist burst out from his mouth and nose. He quickly shrank back to his normal size, glanced once more at the stone platform, and then walked over with his opponent.
As he passed by, the Yin family members stepped back and made way, looking at the victor with complex expressions.
"Thud."
Wang Yu climbed onto the stone platform and threw Yu Xiaoming in front of the man in the black robe.
The master of the Yu family looked gloomy, and after scanning with his divine sense and finding that his son was fine, he gritted his teeth and said,
"Very good, I didn’t expect that a mere early-stage Qi Refining practitioner could successfully cultivate the breathing technique of the Ancient Qi Refiner and transform into a martial form. My son did not lose unjustly."
"Deacon Shi, master of the Yin family, if there’s nothing else, I will take my leave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the black robe grabbed his son and waved at the silver mirror in the sky, bringing it back. Then, with the Qingfeng rolling around his body, he soared straight into the sky.
The master of the Yu family seemed not to want to stay in the Yin family for even a moment longer and didn’t say much polite words.
Shi Hai witnessed this scene but fell silent.
"Deacon Shi, it seems my husband is Wang Yu. I wonder if you would be kind enough to stay at the Yin family for a few more days to attend our wedding."
"After all, my Taoist friend is a witness to this competition, and I want to use the family’s token after marriage to apply for an entrance test for my husband," Yin Linglong said politely to Shi Hai, suppressing her excitement and changing her previous indifference.
"Based on how Taoist Friend Wang performed earlier, even if his Spiritual Root is slightly weaker, the sect would not turn him away. As an outer gate steward, I cannot miss such a talented person, so I should stay longer and personally conduct the test." Shi Hai seemed to have realized something, and a smile appeared on his face as he clasped his hands towards Yin Linglong and Wang Yu.
The elders of the Yin family and several other old men nearby lost all color in their faces, and some, out of fear, even slumped down onto the stone platform.
"Someone, take the elders back to their rooms and prepare to open the Ancestor Pavilion. Tomorrow, I will take Wang Lang to pay respects to our ancestors and officially bring him into the Yin family," Yin Linglong said, ignoring everything else, her beautiful face full of spirit as she commanded the many clansmen below.
Early the next day.
Yin Linglong, accompanied by two elders, took Wang Yu into a tall building, facing hundreds of memorial tablets as she lit incense and mourned with respect.
Seven days later.
The whole Yin family is dressed in red, with lanterns hanging high.
Wang Yu, with a woman wearing a red scarf, was sent into the bridal chamber after bowing in front of Shi Hai and the Yin family members.
"Ouch, why did you bite me?"
As Wang Yu lifted the woman’s red scarf, he couldn’t help but hold her close, but Yin Linglong grabbed his arm and bit him hard.
However, with Wang Yu’s current strength, he only left a light bite mark that didn’t even leave a trace.
"Listen carefully, I, Yin Linglong, swear that since I married you, I will be with you for a lifetime. This pure body can only be touched by you. But if you ever become powerful and think of leaving me, I will fight to the death and take you with me to the afterlife, so we can be a pair of ghostly partners." Yin Linglong said to Wang Yu, her delicate face glowing with a holy light, word by word.
"On our wedding night, there’s no need to make such a fierce vow," Wang Yu said with a bitter smile, holding his arm.
"What’s there to fear? As long as my husband doesn’t think of divorcing or abandoning me, if you plan to take a concubine and have more children, as your legal wife, I won’t stop you." Yin Linglong glanced at Wang Yu, covered her mouth with a smile, her beautiful brows like paintings, full of charm.
Wang Yu had never seen such an expression on the beautiful girl before, and he couldn’t help but stare.
"You silly boy, now you’re being honest. I only agreed to tonight," Yin Linglong said, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed, and she looked incredibly charming.
