C7 Ye Yun Was Poisoned!

"Go on back," Leng Wuyan commanded in an icy tone, her face devoid of emotion.

She then adopted an aloof demeanor, making it clear she had no interest in engaging with anyone.

Ye Yun bit back any retort, fearing that if Leng Wuyan became angry, she might just kill him on the spot.

It was astonishing how quickly a woman could change her mood.

Moments ago, he had sensed a closeness developing between him and Leng Wuyan, but her chilly words had reset their relationship back to square one.

Ye Yun studied Leng Wuyan intently, attempting to decipher her thoughts.

But ultimately, he came up short.

Women were indeed enigmatic beings, particularly ones like Leng Wuyan.

Around the corner, Lan Zheng hadn't left. He was propped against the wall, stealthily watching Ye Yun.

With a forceful punch, Lan Zheng left a crack in the wall and muttered to himself, "I won't let you marry the Sect Master."

"A bottom-dweller like Ye Yun has no right to marry the Sect Master."

Lan Zheng's brow furrowed in worry, unable to stomach the thought of what might unfold.

"Ye Yun's just a first-layer Body Tempering cultivator. How could he have defeated me?"

"Something's off here!"

"His cultivation must be at least at the Origin Opening Stage."

Lan Zheng was sure of his assessment, yet perplexed by Ye Yun's rapid advancement.

Deciding not to dwell on the mystery, he focused on his objective. That was all that mattered.

A smirk of contempt played on Lan Zheng's lips; he had a plan forming.

If he couldn't best Ye Yun in combat, he'd have to resort to other tactics to stop Leng Wuyan's marriage to him.

Several disciples walked by Lan Zheng, halting abruptly, "Senior Brother, greetings."

"Senior Brother, are you alright?"

"Senior Brother, is there anything we can do for you?"

They bombarded him with questions.

Lan Zheng coughed and cleared his throat, "Nothing's wrong."

He then gestured dismissively, signaling for them to disperse.

As an Inner Sect disciple at the eighth layer of the Origin Opening Stage, he couldn't let on that he was injured—especially not by someone deemed insignificant. Such a revelation would tarnish his standing within the Heaven Smiting Sect.

"Senior Brother, we just saw Ye Yun walking with the Sect Master," one disciple mentioned.

"Ye Yun actually wants to be with the Sect Master? That makes me really upset!"

"Right, he's not even worthy of being your servant."

The disciples gathered around Lan Zheng, taking turns to disparage Ye Yun.

In the quiet of the night, Ye Yun was in his room, deeply immersed in the essential insights of the Heaven Smiting Sword Technique.

He was determined to grow stronger quickly, to ensure that he could protect Leng Wuyan.

Above all, he wanted to be in charge of his own fate.

Previously, Ye Yun had been stuck at Layer One of the Body Tempering Stage, unable to advance his cultivation. But now, having discovered a breakthrough method, he wouldn't let another chance to grow stronger slip by.

He vowed that from this moment forward, no one would bully him again—except, perhaps, Leng Wuyan.

Suddenly, Ye Yun's Divine Sense picked up on someone nearing.

He slipped out the window and spotted a shadowy figure.

Staying hidden, Ye Yun watched closely.

Only after the figure vanished did Ye Yun emerge from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips.

The voice of the system echoed in his mind once more.

"Host, congratulations on deciphering the trap. You've been rewarded with the initial unlocking of the Piercing Eyes."

"Piercing Eyes? What on earth is that?"

Ye Yun was baffled.

"Host, please mind your language!"

The system chided him yet again, but it remained silent on the function of the Piercing Eyes.

Ye Yun decided not to dwell on it.

"Anything the system rewards me with must be valuable. I'll just tuck it away for now; it might come in handy later."

After another careful scan of his surroundings, Ye Yun returned to his room to rest.

The following morning, a voice called from outside, "Young Master Ye, are you up?"

Recognizing the voice as Ang Yuchen's, along with the accompanying knocks, Ye Yun stirred awake.

"The door's unlocked, come on in!"

Ye Yun said as he rose and dressed himself.

"Young Master Ye, today's your wedding day with the Sect Master. She has instructed us to help you get ready."

With a flourish, Ang Yuchen signaled the disciples to approach.

They swiftly set to work, dressing Ye Yun in a resplendent red groom's robe, completing the task in under thirty minutes.

"Congratulations, Young Master Ye!"

The flattery poured in for Ye Yun, with Ang Yuchen among the crowd. With such warmth surrounding him, Ye Yun couldn't help but feel elated. He chose not to dwell on past grievances.

The Heaven Smiting Sect had never seen such vibrancy since its inception. Lanterns and decorations adorned the place, creating a celebratory atmosphere.

Today marked the grand wedding of Leng Wuyan from the Heaven Smiting Sect. Despite any underlying dissatisfaction with Ye Yun, no one dared to treat him with anything but respect.

"Bow to the heavens and earth!"

"Secondly, bow to your parents!"

"Now, bow to each other as husband and wife!"

At the Asura Palace, with neither Leng Wuyan nor Ye Yun having parents present, they simply bowed to the heavens and earth.

"The ceremony is complete!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd!

"Congratulations, Sect Master."

Their words were perfunctory, but on the surface, everyone offered their congratulations to Ye Yun and the Sect Master.

"Sect Master, may you be blessed with children soon," blurted out a disciple.

Lan Zheng shot him a withering look, prompting the disciple to quickly fall silent.

Those who had issues with Leng Wuyan had eagerly anticipated her downfall. Now, witnessing her marriage to someone deemed a Body Tempering Layer One nobody, they couldn't resist scoffing.

Lan Zheng, accompanied by a few disciples, approached Ye Yun.

"Young Master Ye, congratulations! Allow me to offer you a toast."

Ye Yun was aware of their malice, yet he chose to accept the drink.

Firstly, it was his wedding day with Leng Wuyan, and he didn't want to spoil the mood.

Secondly, he had detected something amiss with his wine glass the night before and had discreetly switched it out for a new one.

So, Ye Yun feigned ignorance, curious to see what Lan Zheng and his cohorts were plotting, keeping even Leng Wuyan in the dark.

As Ye Yun raised the glass to his lips, a smug smile crept across Lan Zheng's face.

"You won't be enjoying this for long, you waste," Lan Zheng mused internally.

His malevolent intentions were written all over his face, and Ye Yun saw it all too clearly.

At that moment, Ye Yun nearly burst into laughter.

Lan Zheng caught a glimpse of his own reflection and noticed a hint of menace in his expression. He scanned the surroundings with a sweeping gaze and exhaled deeply.

He gave his chest a reassuring pat. Luckily, all eyes were on Ye Yun, so his momentary lapse went unnoticed.

His gaze was fixed on Ye Yun, unblinking.

He observed as Ye Yun brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.

A noise echoed from the floor.

Leng Wuyan, adorned with a red bridal veil, heard the sound and glanced downward.

A man dressed in red had collapsed beside her, startling her into hastily lifting her veil.

Ye Yun had fallen to the ground on his very wedding day, sending a wave of shock through the crowd.

Moments ago, they had been showering him with blessings, but now, in less than a few minutes, their faces twisted into smirks of malicious glee.

Leng Wuyan was visibly disoriented, overwhelmed by the chaos on what was supposed to be her special day.

"He's always been the picture of health, hasn't he?" She bent over Ye Yun, her face etched with concern.

Ye Yun felt a pang of guilt seeing Leng Wuyan, usually so poised and dignified, now fraught with anxiety.

Seizing a moment when the crowd's attention was elsewhere, he winked at Leng Wuyan.

It was a silent message that he was alright, and a signal for her to watch for what was to come.