Upon hearing Bibi Dong's reminder, Ye Tian sighed softly:
"Wife, you guessed correctly. The one wearing glasses is called Sea Witch. In truth, she was sent by Bo Saixi to monitor me."
"The other one, with gray hair, is named Xiao Bai. She's a hundred-thousand-year sea spirit beast."
"The red spirit ring…" Bibi Dong lowered her head in contemplation.
This prompted Ye Tian to hurriedly wave his hand. "Sister, please don't think about targeting her. Otherwise, we'll prematurely provoke hostility with Sea God. As we are now, we don't have the strength to handle that."
Bibi Dong raised her fair, slender neck and smiled. "How do you know I'd target Xiao Bai?"
Do you even need to ask? Ye Tian inwardly retorted.
In the original story, whenever Bibi Dong encountered a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, she acted like a ravenous wolf spotting its prey.
But it must be said, the benefits a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring provides a spirit master are immense.
The difference between a Title Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and one without is as vast as heaven and earth.
"I'm just giving you a friendly reminder," Ye Tian said helplessly, spreading his hands.
Bibi Dong chuckled faintly and patted Ye Tian on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I know my limits."
She then took the pill formula from Ye Tian's hand and gently placed it on the table.
"Besides, the Purifying Soul Pill is something you can't refine right now. Why not set it aside for the moment? Tomorrow is your wedding; get some rest."
"Then, call me 'husband' one more time," Ye Tian said, tilting his head and staring at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong: "…"
After a moment of silence, she relented and spoke softly, "Husband."
"Good night, Dong'er," Ye Tian said with a satisfied smile, clapping his hands lightly before being the first to leave the study.
Meanwhile…
In the villa.
Qian Renxue lay in her bedroom, gazing blankly out of the window.
Her injuries had stabilized significantly compared to the previous day, and the pain in her body had subsided.
But her expression remained somewhat melancholic.
"Tomorrow is Ye Tian's wedding," Qian Renxue murmured in her heart.
Unfortunately, given her current identity, she couldn't attend despite being so close.
Choosing to go undercover as Xue Qinghe meant sacrificing certain things.
Though Qian Renxue had grown accustomed to this, every time she experienced such regrets, an inexplicable sense of loss would creep into her heart.
For a young girl, the burden she carried was simply too heavy.
Putting aside her identity as the Angel Clan's heiress, wasn't she also just a girl who wanted to experience happiness?
This was also a major reason why she had previously tried so hard to persuade Ye Tian to stay by her side and support her.
She merely wanted to find someone she could trust—a person to share her thoughts with during lonely times of undercover life. That would have been enough.
As she reflected, Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes filled with a dreamy expression.
"Even Nana has a husband. Where is my prince?"
The next day.
In the villa's living room.
Ning Fengzhi, his daughter Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo were having breakfast together.
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, shared some intelligence brought in by a spy.
"This morning, several merchants arrived at inns in East Sea City."
"Oh? Is there some kind of trade exhibition happening in East Sea City?" Ning Fengzhi asked with some interest.
In his earlier years, before becoming the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi had managed the family business for a few years.
He knew well that merchants often gathered to discuss opportunities.
East Sea City, being coastal, had a relatively small population but was a hub of frequent trade.
The presence of merchants wasn't unusual.
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo took a sip of his liquor, shook his head, and explained:
"It's not a trade exhibition. I had the spy investigate further, and it took some effort to uncover the truth. It turns out that a man named Ye Tian is holding a wedding."
"These merchants are likely acquaintances of Ye Tian and came to show their support."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong initially didn't think much of it.
However, the next moment, something came to her mind, and her eyes revealed a slight hint of surprise.
"Ye Tian? Could it be the one who treated me?"
"That's right. The spy confirmed that it's the owner of Butterfly Farm—him," Sword Douluo said with a slight chuckle, placing his cup on the table.
At this, Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes displayed displeasure, and her tone turned haughty.
"Ye Tian is holding a wedding but didn't invite His Highness the Crown Prince or us? How arrogant!"
Given her father's and the Crown Prince's statuses, attending Ye Tian's wedding would have been a favor to him.
And yet, Ye Tian, without a word, secretly decided to marry.
If the spy hadn't uncovered this, they might never have known.
"Rongrong, mind your words," Ning Fengzhi scolded gently, shaking his head.
"When will my precious daughter learn some maturity?"
"Strictly speaking, we only have an acquaintance with Ye Tian. Furthermore, I owe him a favor for treating your injuries."
"It's normal for him to invite only friends and not us."
Ning Fengzhi's tone was patient.
Unconvinced, Ning Rongrong raised her chin and retorted,
"Father, with your status, you are renowned across the continent."
"Other distinguished families hosting weddings would eagerly send rare treasures to invite you."
"But Ye Tian, lowly status aside, dared to ignore you even after hosting you in his home."
"He's truly an uncultured man!"
Ning Rongrong tossed her chopsticks onto the table, too angry to continue eating.
Seeing his daughter's demeanor, Ning Fengzhi sighed, raising his hand in concession.
"I understand your frustrations, but you're missing my point."
"As my daughter, your words and actions represent the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
"When out in the world, don't speak rashly. Carry yourself with grace."
"Constantly belittling others—what kind of example is that?"
"Truth be told, I, too, feel some dissatisfaction about this matter. But do you see me expressing it?"
Ning Rongrong pouted and muttered,
"I was just venting to you, Father. If you weren't here, someone like Ye Tian wouldn't even cross my mind."
"Now that's better," Ning Fengzhi said approvingly.
At the West Suburbs Farm of East Sea City.
A large group of spirit masters had gathered.
Among them was a grim-faced Yu Tianheng.
Following the failed assassination attempt by his subordinate Gao Yao, Yu Tianheng had indeed left immediately.
However, he hadn't left East Sea City entirely. Instead, he hid at the West Suburbs Farm, secretly operated by the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
He simply couldn't swallow this bitter defeat.
Moreover, there were seven million gold spirit coins at stake.
To let it go would mean losing an entire year's profit for the Yu Clan.
Beside Yu Tianheng stood a middle-aged man with a stern expression, a mustache, and a thin face.
The man looked at Yu Tianheng thoughtfully and said,
"Tianheng, victories and defeats are common for spirit masters. Don't take it so seriously."
"Besides, with our clan's network, the stockpiled grain can still be sold."
"All in all, we'll lose at most one or two million gold coins."
"Consider it a costly lesson."
(End of Chapter)
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