I, Gu, Have Always Detested Evil—This Should Settle Things, Right?
I, Gu, Have Always Detested Evil—This Should Settle Things, Right?
Inside the Luo Clan’s great hall, everyone’s faces were filled with shock and stunned disbelief.
When Yan Ming first said those words, they had thought he was joking.
After all, with Yan Ming’s status as the Young City Lord of Crimson South City, why would he bother coming to a small clan like the Luo Clan to stir up trouble?
But now, hearing him speak like this, everyone suddenly felt that Yan Ming seemed to be serious.
He wasn’t joking—he really had come to steal the bride!
Some of the younger generation even felt quite excited, not minding the scale of the commotion at all.
In their eyes, how could Luo Ying, who was like a goddess, marry a fool?
Now that Yan Ming had stepped in to snatch the bride, from a certain perspective, this was exactly what they had wanted to see—it was a welcome spectacle.
“Young Master Yan Ming, you...”
After the shock and stupor passed, the Luo Clan’s Clan Head, having recovered his senses, wore an expression of suppressed anger, yet he dared not let it erupt.
Because he couldn’t afford to offend Yan Ming, much less the entire Swallow Clan.
If he wanted the Luo Clan to keep its footing in Crimson South City, he had to swallow his pride and avoid clashing with the Yan Ming before him.
Seeing Yan Ming’s sneering, disdainful, and arrogant attitude, the faces of everyone from the Luo Clan in the hall turned extremely ugly.
On the day of the grand wedding, Yan Ming, the Young Lord of Crimson South City, had suddenly shown up to steal the bride—wasn’t this deliberately humiliating the Luo Clan and slapping them in the face?
The other guests, now past their shock, also wore expressions of people happy to watch the drama unfold, the bigger the better.
However, even more people quietly turned their gazes toward Gu Changge, feeling that this young man of mysterious origins must have an unimaginable background.
Even Yan Ming treated him with utmost respect.
But at this moment, Gu Changge said nothing, merely watching everything unfold with an expression of great interest.
This made it even harder for the guests to figure out Gu Changge’s purpose and intentions.
The few people standing behind Gu Changge each gave off a heart-palpitating, terrifying feeling—it was impossible to imagine how fearsome their cultivation was.
Meanwhile, beneath the red bridal veil, Luo Ying’s brows furrowed slightly in displeasure.
Naturally, she had heard what Yan Ming said, and it left her deeply dissatisfied. After all, she had made things perfectly clear to Yan Ming before this.
Yet Yan Ming still refused to give up, coming to cause trouble on the day of her grand wedding.
“Fool...”
At this moment, Luo Feng, the groom of this wedding banquet, shifted his gaze slightly.
He had never imagined that on his wedding day, Yan Ming would suddenly appear to steal the bride, calling him a fool with every other word.
If this were before, when his mind was clouded, he certainly wouldn’t have cared about such words.
But now, a chill arose in his heart. Over all these years, what had become of the last person who insulted him like this?
“Young Master Yan Ming, today is the wedding day of Feng’er and Ying’er. If you have come to offer the couple your blessings, the entire Luo Clan welcomes you wholeheartedly. But if you have come to cause trouble, then don’t blame us for being impolite...”
At this point, a hot-tempered Luo Clan Elder stepped forward, glaring at Yan Ming with hostile eyes.
Ever since Yan Ming arrived, he had been holding in a bellyful of rage. Now, seeing Yan Ming’s aggressive, overbearing attitude, how could he endure it any longer?
Even if he was the Young Lord of Crimson South City, he still had to be reasonable!
Since when was there any justification for stealing a bride on her wedding day?
This wasn’t just humiliating them—it was treating the entire Luo Clan as less than human.
“Trouble? How laughable. I’ve come to rescue my shimei from a sea of suffering. Don’t tell me you all truly believe shimei is willingly marrying a fool?”
“Watching her marry a fool with your eyes wide open, doing nothing about it, even tacitly allowing it—in my view, how is that any different from pushing shimei into a pit of fire?”
Hearing this, Yan Ming instead sneered once more, utterly disdainful and completely unconcerned. His gaze slowly swept across the Luo Clan’s people, carrying an oppressive pressure that none dared meet head-on.
These words choked the Luo Clan’s people—many of them couldn’t even find words to argue back.
However, this matter had not been forced by them; it was Luo Ying herself who had willingly agreed to marry Luo Feng.
But who among ordinary people would dare talk back to Yan Ming?
“Young Master Yan Ming, this matter was Ying’er’s own choice. How could we have forced her...”
The Luo Clan’s Clan Head was also desperately suppressing his fury as he spoke in a deep voice.
His expression was extremely ugly. He had never imagined that Yan Ming’s arrival would be over this matter.
Even if today’s wedding banquet continued, by tomorrow or the day after, the entire Luo Clan would likely become a laughingstock among the neighboring families.
Everyone would believe that they had forced Luo Ying to marry a fool.
And worse still, they might offend the entire Swallow Clan.
“Enough nonsense. Regarding today’s matter, I’ll give your Luo Clan some face. This is a member of my Swallow Clan—beautiful as a flower and jade, more than worthy of your Luo Clan’s Young Master.”
Seeing that the Luo Clan’s Clan Head still wanted to say more, Yan Ming waved a hand, cutting him off.
At the same time, he called over a woman from behind him and spoke indifferently.
Although Yan Ming didn’t continue, his intent was already abundantly clear.
Everyone present was shaken, their gazes involuntarily turning toward the woman walking up from behind Yan Ming.
In terms of appearance, she could at most be called average—she had nothing to do with being “beautiful as a flower and jade.”
And whether she was truly a member of the Swallow Clan or not, who could say?
For all they knew, she was just one of the Swallow Clan’s maids.
This was already an open bride-snatching, a humiliation of the entire Luo Clan.
“What...”
“You...”
“This is going too far!!”
Hearing these words, everyone from the Luo Clan froze, looking in disbelief at the woman walking toward them.
The many Elders’ faces turned ashen to the extreme, fists clenched tight, bodies trembling—clearly, their anger and humiliation had reached their limits.
Not only was Yan Ming stealing away the Luo Clan’s heavenly pride, he was now casually picking some woman to fob them off with.
This level of humiliation was no different from slapping them hard across the face in front of everyone, while they still had to smile along.
How could they possibly endure this?
Even the Luo Clan’s Clan Head, who always prioritized the greater picture, turned cold in expression and said, “Is Young Master Yan Ming determined to humiliate my entire Luo Clan?”
Yan Ming said indifferently, “What does the Luo Clan’s Clan Head mean by that? Are you saying a member of my Swallow Clan isn’t good enough for your Luo Clan’s Young Master?”
As his words reached their end, his expression also turned cold.
Several powerful figures stepped forward from behind him, their auras mighty, pressing down on many until they could barely breathe.
This scene caused many people’s faces to change drastically, paling slightly, as they felt things had gone beyond their expectations.
Yan Ming had clearly come prepared, bringing quite a few of the Swallow Clan’s experts with him—each one’s aura was terrifying, all of them at the Sacred Lord Realm cultivation.
For the sake of one Luo Ying, he had actually gone to such great lengths?
“You...”
Seeing the situation suddenly turn tense and explosive, the Luo Clan’s people also paled dramatically, their hair standing on end.
If they had any choice at all, they truly did not want to offend the Swallow Clan.
In all of Crimson South City, the Swallow Clan was the undisputed overlord—no one dared oppose them.
The Luo Clan’s Clan Head’s expression also suddenly wavered, and he couldn’t help glancing behind him.
He didn’t know what Luo Ying intended to do about this matter either.
“If your Luo Clan knows what’s good for you, then cancel this so-called wedding banquet today and let me take shimei away. Otherwise, hehe...”
Yan Ming sneered once more, while his peripheral vision quietly glanced at Gu Changge. Seeing nothing unusual in his expression, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Today’s events were, of course, carried out according to Gu Changge’s instructions.
And it seemed Gu Changge should be satisfied—he hadn’t let him down. This steadied Yan Ming’s heart considerably, and the sneer on his face deepened.
“Yan Ming, what is the meaning of this?”
“I have told you many times already—I am not interested in you. Stop harboring fantasies. Marrying Luo Feng is my own choice; it has nothing to do with anyone else. Uncle and the others never forced me.”
And just then, Luo Ying, who had been wearing the red bridal veil all along, suddenly tore it off in front of everyone.
She spoke, her face carrying a trace of frost, staring at the Yan Ming before her with displeasure in her tone.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the hall was somewhat astonished. None had expected that Luo Ying, as the bride, would suddenly disregard etiquette at this moment, lifting her red veil, her face full of icy anger.
Clearly, her anger had also boiled over—she didn’t want the Luo Clan to fall out with the Swallow Clan over this matter.
“Ying’er...”
The Luo Clan’s Clan Head was deeply moved, seeing that Luo Ying had actually stepped forward on her own to clear everything up.
Luo Feng, who had remained silent all this time, also had a faint flicker in his gaze as it fell upon Luo Ying beside him. In terms of temperament, she was truly cut from the same cloth as her ancestor.
This made his emotions suddenly somewhat complicated, giving rise to a desire to cherish and protect Luo Ying.
He understood this was the work of his past obsession.
“Oh? Ying’er shimei, why do you say such things? Your shixiong is rescuing you from a pit of fire. If you’re unwilling... then don’t blame your shixiong for getting rough.”
However, hearing these words, Yan Ming maintained his earlier expression, carrying a hint of a sneer as he spoke with utter disdain.
He didn’t care about Luo Ying’s words in the slightest.
This made Luo Ying’s brows furrow even tighter. She felt that Yan Ming had fallen into obsession—after failing to win her, he had become reckless, not even caring about her wishes anymore.
“Yan Ming, don’t think that just because you’re the Young City Lord, I’ll fear you. Don’t forget—my shifu is right here today.”
Unlike the Luo Clan, Luo Ying had a backer behind her—an Elder of the Thousand Dao Academy at the Sacred Emperor Realm—so upon hearing his words, she merely responded coldly.
These words also steadied the hearts of the Luo Clan’s people. After all, even with the Swallow Clan’s might, they wouldn’t casually offend a Sacred Emperor Realm being.
And as she said this, Luo Ying looked toward the silver-haired old lady on the other side.
A Sacred Emperor Realm being was, in the current Crimson South City, an existence on the level of a colossus—able to sweep through everything unopposed, with no one daring to provoke them lightly.
Even with the Swallow Clan’s deep foundations, they wouldn’t dare do anything to a Sacred Emperor at this moment. After all, the strongest cultivator of the entire Swallow Clan was merely a Quasi-Nirvana Realm being.
And that being was still in secluded retreat, having not emerged into the world.
Thinking of this, the hearts of the Luo Clan members settled, no longer as worried and fearful as before.
“Yan Ming, stop making trouble without reason. Ying’er’s affairs are for her to decide herself. No one can interfere with her.”
At this moment, the silver-haired old woman who had been resting with her eyes closed at the side—not even opening them when Gu Changge and the others entered the hall—suddenly spoke, appearing utterly detached and indifferent.
She stood up and walked over to stand before Luo Ying.
From that withered, hunched body, an indescribable might seemed to erupt. Runes flickered, laws faintly appeared, and the pressure forced everyone behind Yan Ming to turn pale, unable to stop themselves from retreating several steps.
This was the might of a Sacred Emperor.
Even if only a wisp of pressure seeped out, or merely the sound of blood flowing, it was enough to crush ordinary Cultivators, making their bodies explode.
In just an instant, the entire Luo Clan hall was enveloped in an incomparably terrifying aura.
Everyone’s faces turned white, their souls trembling in fright, some even feeling the urge to prostrate themselves on the ground.
The silver-haired old woman stepped forward, looking at Yan Ming with a calm expression. She knew Yan Ming’s shifu, but even that shifu was nothing more than a junior before her.
So she had no reason to care about Yan Ming.
If he still insisted on obstructing the marriage between Luo Ying and Luo Feng today, then she would have no choice but to step forward and teach Yan Ming a lesson, to knock some sense into him and sober him up.
“Hehe, what does the Seventh Elder mean by that? Could it be that you also intend to stop me?”
Although Yan Ming felt as if he were facing a towering Devil Mountain, his entire body nearly unable to breathe,
he still sneered coldly at this moment, showing no regard for the silver-haired old woman before him.
He knew full well the identity of the grey-robed elder behind Gu Changge—the dignified Lord of the Great Bone Domain, the Ancestor of the Bone Clan, whose cultivation was world-shaking.
With such an existence right here in this hall, how could a mere Sacred Emperor be allowed to act presumptuously?
“Insolent.”
The silver-haired old woman hadn’t expected that even at this point, Yan Ming would still maintain that contemptuous attitude. Her face turned cold, and she grew somewhat angry.
In just an instant, the sky above all of Crimson South City changed.
Terrifying dark clouds emerged, converging overhead, with bolts of lightning gathering and striking down, as if it were the wrath of heaven and earth itself.
A Sacred Emperor’s cultivation had reached an indescribable level—every word and action could stir the phenomena of the heavens.
It was clear that Yan Ming’s attitude had thoroughly enraged the silver-haired old woman.
The faces of everyone in the hall changed drastically, fearing they would become collateral damage in the coming disaster.
After all, this was a genuine Sacred Emperor. Wiping out everyone present with a wave of her palm would be as easy as lifting a finger.
“Yan Ming, even now, do you still not understand?”
Seeing her shifu step forward, Luo
Ying couldn’t help but look at Yan Ming, her face showing undisguised coldness and disgust.
However, to everyone’s surprise, facing the terrifying pressure of a Sacred Emperor, not only was there not the slightest trace of fear on Yan Ming’s face, his sneer only deepened—even though his entire body could barely stand steady, his legs going soft, nearly forcing him to crawl on the ground.
“Since Yan Ming and this young lady are mutually in love, why don’t you simply grant them your blessing?”
And just at that moment, a man’s voice carrying a faint, gentle warmth rang out.
Hearing these words, everyone was stunned, then turned in unison to look at Gu Changge. None of them had expected that this incomparably mysterious young man would suddenly step forward at this moment, let alone say that Yan Ming and Luo Ying were mutually in love.
Anyone with eyes could see that Yan Ming had come to snatch the bride, and that Luo Ying was unwilling.
How could this be called mutual love?
The Luo Clan members furrowed their brows, looking at Gu Changge with displeased expressions.
Luo Ying especially felt a deep sense of dread from this young man before her, which made her suddenly uneasy.
After saying this, a faint smile appeared on Gu Changge’s face. With a light flick of his sleeve—weng—the void trembled, and the terrifying pressure bearing down on Yan Ming instantly dispersed.
Though Yan Ming looked as if he had just been fished out of water, he couldn’t hide the reverence on his face.
“Many thanks, gongzi, for intervening and resolving my predicament,” Yan Ming said respectfully.
Gu Changge waved his hand, seemingly not caring much about it.
Then, with a faint smile on his handsome face, he said, “No need for such courtesy. I, Gu, have always despised evil my whole life, and what I cannot stand most is seeing a pair of mutually loving man and woman torn apart. What the Luo Clan has done today is indeed going too far.”
“Gongzi sees clearly! This young lady Ying’er and I are mutually in love, yet this Luo Clan not only insists on tearing us apart, they are now even forcing Ying’er to marry a fool! This is truly bullying people too far. I beg gongzi to uphold justice for me!”
Hearing these words, Yan Ming also put on an angry expression, his gaze sweeping coldly over the Luo Clan members, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.
This scene truly left everyone in the hall dumbfounded.
The Luo Clan members were so furious they could hardly speak. They had never imagined that Gu Changge and Yan Ming would say such black-is-white, truth-inverting words.
Even with Luo Ying’s temperament, she was now incomparably angry, her face nearly flushing red, teeth clenched tight, jade hands gripped firmly, her gaze icy.
This was the first time she had ever seen someone who, before the eyes of the masses, could forcibly call black white and do it so naturally and righteously.
“This is simply bullying people too far!”
Luo Feng had also come to his senses by now, his fists clenched tight, cold light flickering in his eyes.
He had already figured it out—Yan Ming coming here today was not as simple as snatching a bride. It was more like he had come to humiliate him and the entire Luo Clan.
Although the silver-haired old woman was somewhat shocked by the method Gu Changge had just used to dissolve her pressure, she didn’t pay it too much mind.
In her view, Gu Changge still looked far too young, about the same age as Luo Ying and the others.
Rather, it was the few people behind him that made her somewhat wary, feeling she couldn’t see through their depths.
“Twisting black and white, unable to tell right from wrong—this old woman can see you’re no good person either. You and this Yan Ming are truly birds of a feather.”
At this moment, her gaze carried anger as she spoke coldly.
The terrifying Sacred Emperor pressure, like a mountain flood bursting through a dam, violently poured toward Gu Changge, seeking to force him to kneel in submission.
In an instant, the entire hall shook and trembled. Although many Array Patterns had been engraved upon it, they were all ground away in that single moment, utterly unable to withstand the pressure of the Sacred Emperor Realm.
Everyone’s faces turned even whiter, terrified beyond measure, feeling as if even their Primordial Spirits were about to shatter.
Compared to before, the silver-haired old woman was clearly serious now.
Yet Gu Changge’s expression didn’t change from beginning to end—he even wore a trace of cat-playing-with-a-mouse amusement and interest.
This made the hearts of those who had been watching him closely turn cold, feeling that this matter would not end so simply.
“To show disrespect to gongzi! You’re courting death!”
The next moment, before the silver-haired old woman’s pressure could even descend, an icy cold snort suddenly rang out from behind Gu Changge.
Immediately, the void seemed to explode with a hong. Sound waves emerged, transforming into terrifying sharp blades containing the supreme Force of Law.
Pu...
Blood light splattered, accompanied by a chilling, horrifying trembling sound. Glistening white bone fragments mixed with blood mist burst apart in the void.
Before everyone’s utterly horrified eyes, the silver-haired old woman’s entire body exploded with a hong, instantly turning into a sky full of blood mist—she didn’t even have time to let out a scream.
Until the very last moment, deep in her eyes remained horror and despair, as well as profound regret.
A Sacred Emperor, one who could dominate all directions and become a colossus of her generation, had died so miserably, body and soul annihilated.
In an instant, the entire Luo Clan hall fell deathly silent. Everyone’s scalps went numb, terrified to the extreme, and the gazes they turned toward Gu Changge were filled with deep fear.
What exactly was his identity? Just the guards behind him possessed such terrifying strength—this had to be at least a Quasi-Nirvana Realm existence!
At this moment, the faces of the Luo Clan members turned deathly pale.
Many of them trembled; some people’s legs gave out, and they collapsed to the ground with a putong, scared senseless by this scene.
Even Yan Ming, who had anticipated this, turned somewhat pale. After all, this was a Sacred Emperor, not some cabbage commonly seen by the roadside.
A Sacred Emperor Realm existence overlooked an entire region, having cultivated for millions of years. In terms of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, their strength counted among the super experts.
“Shi... shifu...”
Luo Ying was now utterly dazed, her face turning incomparably pale, her voice trembling, unable to believe it.
Her shifu, a Sacred Emperor, had been shouted at by that burly man behind him—and directly exploded and perished.
She simply couldn’t believe this scene; her entire body was going cold.
“Ah Da, don’t be rude. We are guests, after all.”
Seeing this scene, Gu Changge’s eyes showed no great ripple of change. He merely smiled faintly.
The death of a Sacred Emperor, in his eyes, seemed no different from stepping on an ant.
“Yes, gongzi.” Hearing this, Ah Da respectfully walked back behind him.
Watching this scene, everyone trembled, feeling that the Luo Clan had provoked an unimaginably great calamity today.
“This young lady Luo Ying and Yan Ming are mutually in love. I trust there shouldn’t be any problem with that now, right?”
Gu Changge then smiled faintly again, his gaze sweeping over the Luo Clan members before finally landing on Luo Feng’s face—deep within which lay unusual wariness—with considerable interest.
It seemed this Fortuitous One was quite enduring. Even now he remained silent, still playing the fool as before.
Hearing these words, the hall fell into dead silence. No one dared to open their mouth.
Even the Luo Clan’s family head, who had spoken earlier, had a deathly pale face, terrified to the extreme, not daring to utter a single word.