Chapter 23

Yang Dingtian's heart rate suddenly accelerated, and he said, "I like it."

Dongfang Bingling said, "That means you want to marry me as your wife?"

Yang Dingtian felt a dryness in his throat and said, "Yes."

"My parents' command is greater than heaven, and my mother also fully follows my father's last will," Dongfang Bingling said.

Yang Dingtian did not speak, waiting for Dongfang Bingling to continue.

"Before the age of ten, I greatly admired my father, even though he spent very little time with us," Dongfang Bingling said. "After ten, I gradually began to hate him because he completely disappeared. He went to chase after abnormal fantasies and left my mother, me, and the entire Yin-Yang Sect behind."

"These ten years, my mother and I have not had it easy. Because of his disappearance, our status in the Yin-Yang Sect became increasingly awkward. In the end, it was because of my efforts that I reclaimed what I should have in the Yin-Yang Sect," Dongfang Bingling's face turned as cold as ice. "At my age, my father's cultivation was not as good as mine. In the Yin-Yang Sect, apart from a few people, no one is my match. Zhu Hongxue is hailed as the best young expert in the world, but even if he didn't hold back yesterday, he might not have beaten me. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be the new leader of the Yin-Yang Sect in fifteen years."

"In twenty years, my cultivation will surpass my father's, and in thirty-five years, I might break the myth that no one has advanced to the level of a Martial Saint in several hundred years."

"Everything today and everything in the future has been achieved by myself, and has nothing to do with my father. Ten years ago, he disappeared, and ten years later, he casually sent someone to tell me that this person will be the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect and will be your husband."

"Why? Just because he is my father?" Dongfang Bingling's voice also turned cold.

"Senior Brother, although I, Dongfang Bingling, am not a real fairy, I am not someone who can be casually given to anyone," Dongfang Bingling shook her head. "I am not that cheap."

"Senior Brother Yang, I am very grateful for your company with my father in the last one and a half years, and for your long journey to deliver my father's last will. I will repay your kindness."

"But..." Dongfang Bingling's beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Dingtian, and he finally saw a hint of superiority in her beautiful eyes, as if she were a princess on the peak of Mount Tai looking at a peasant, or a fairy in the heavens looking at an ant on the ground.

This gaze was very subtle, fleeting, and only at this moment could Yang Dingtian feel it.

"My husband must be unparalleled, must be admired by millions, and must be a perfect match for me," Dongfang Bingling stared at Yang Dingtian. "Yang Dingtian, these three days, I have spoken to you a lot, even brought you food and tea, all to repay your kindness for delivering the message and protecting my father. Otherwise, even Zhu Hongxue would not have the right to have me make tea for him."

"I wanted to make you realize the reality through close contact and back off on your own, because I did not want to propose the annulment of the marriage myself, which would make you feel greatly humiliated," Dongfang Bingling said coldly. "But I did not expect that the more approachable I seemed, the more foolish you became, and the more you wanted to get close to me, which made me very disappointed."

"Three days have passed, and since you did not bring it up, I have to speak now, even if it makes me seem mercenary," Dongfang Bingling said. "You traveled a long distance to deliver the message to the Yin-Yang Sect, you spent the last two years protecting my father, and you have done me a favor. I do not want you to be so embarrassed, but you are not smart enough, forcing me to be more explicit."

Throughout the process, Yang Dingtian remained motionless, as if struck by lightning, his entire body numb, forgetting all reactions.

Dongfang Bingling looked at Yang Dingtian and said, "Rest assured, I will repay your kindness, and you will enjoy it for the rest of your life. I have secretly investigated your Xuan Pulse constitution, which is mediocre. It might be good enough for other small sects, but it is not enough to enter the Yin-Yang Sect. But because of your kindness, I can let you become a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect."

Dongfang Niemie had said that Yang Dingtian's Nine Yang Xuan Pulse was so profound that even he could not detect it. He only knew about it from Yang Dingtian's description, and confirmed it by watching him practice the Righteous Yang Fist and purifying his meridians.

Ximen Wuyan was also a great master, but when he treated Yang Dingtian's injuries, his Xuan Qi only felt a chaotic state in Yang Dingtian's meridians, unable to detect anything specific. Ximen Wuyan, with his vast knowledge, deduced that Yang Dingtian's Xuan Pulse was unfathomable.

Dongfang Bingling continued, "Moreover, I can give you many elixirs, create many conditions for you, provide you with excellent weapons, and let you cultivate in the sect's high-level secret realms. I will give you a future far beyond your natural talent."

"Yang Dingtian, I can give you a lot, far more than your kindness. Now you can ask for what you want," Dongfang Bingling said. "Gold? Secret manuals? Elixirs? Weapons? Martial Souls? Status? Power? Whatever you ask for, I can give you."

At this moment, Yang Dingtian seemed to gradually regain his senses from the shock. Just now, his entire body felt like it was not his own, and every word Dongfang Bingling said seemed to come from the heavens, but each word also sounded like thunder in his ears.

Humiliation, shame, endless shame!

He should be angry, should be furious, should laugh three times, should be filled with righteous indignation.

He had never experienced such humiliation. On Earth, from childhood to adulthood, he was always the center of attention, beloved by all. His parents loved him, and his teachers, though sometimes exasperated by his mischievousness, still appreciated his intelligence and good academic performance. So, they ultimately still liked him.

From elementary school to middle school to university, girls wrote him love letters. His girlfriend, the English teacher Li Bijun, was a beauty with countless excellent suitors, but she was the one who pursued him.

After crossing over to this world, he was also highly regarded. The world's strongest, Dongfang Niemie, took him as a disciple, handed him the position of sect leader, and betrothed his daughter to him. The regional lord, Ximen Wuyan, wanted to betroth his daughter to him and make him the next lord of Cloudy Sky City.

But now, he was subjected to such immense humiliation!

He wanted to say, "Do not underestimate a poor young man; the world changes in thirty years."

But countless words and indignation burned in his chest and turned to ashes, leaving only a cold face and a calm expression.

Yang Dingtian stood up and said, "I apologize, Junior Sister. Lust clouded my judgment, and I lost my reason."

Dongfang Bingling still looked at him calmly, saying nothing.

"A man should get what he wants through his own abilities, not by relying on others," Yang Dingtian stood in front of Dongfang Bingling, looking her in the eye, and said coldly, "What is mine, I will take back myself. So, you don't need to give me anything."

"As for your repeated mention of my long journey to deliver the message and protect your father for one and a half years, which you see as a great kindness," Yang Dingtian shook his head. "But in my eyes, it is not a kindness. He is your father, but also my master, whom I regard as a father. Everything I did was my duty, not a kindness, so you do not owe me anything."

After hearing Yang Dingtian's words, Dongfang Bingling frowned and said, "You have thought it through, which is good. But do not speak to me in such a tone. Since I am giving it to you, take it. If you care about your dignity now, you might regret it later."

"That is my business," Yang Dingtian said. "If there is nothing else, if this place still allows me to stay, then Miss Dongfang, please, I want to be alone."

"There is one more thing," Dongfang Bingling said. "You also said that a man should get what he wants through his own abilities, which is good. So, please hand it over."

"What?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"The Flame Ring representing the Yin-Yang Sect leader," Dongfang Bingling said. "Do you want to say you don't know, or that it is not with you?"

Yang Dingtian's eyebrows furrowed. The Flame Ring was the only thing his master gave him. Most importantly, it contained a message for Yang Dingtian. When Yang Dingtian's cultivation reached a certain level and could summon the Flame Ring on his own, his master would tell him some secrets, the greatest secrets of this world, including why his master was harmed and by whom.

So, he would not give it to anyone.

"I'm sorry, I cannot give it to you," Yang Dingtian said coldly. "It is my master's, and he gave it to me personally. I cannot give it to you."

"It belongs to the Yin-Yang Sect leader, and you do not have the right or the qualifications to possess it," Dongfang Bingling said coldly. "Hand it over, and I can give you whatever you want. You can stay in the Yin-Yang Sect, and we will provide you with many resources to help you become a strength beyond your imagination."

"Or what?" Yang Dingtian said coldly.

"Or you will be considered a thief of the Yin-Yang Sect's treasures," Dongfang Bingling's face turned cold. "Your Flame Ring will be forcibly taken, and you will be punished. Of course, since you delivered the message from afar, we will not harm your life, but offending the Yin-Yang Sect will make it impossible for you to move in this world."

Dongfang Bingling's face turned cold, and her gaze became sharp like a sword. She stared at Yang Dingtian for a while and said, "I do not want to take action myself. In an hour, I will send someone up. I hope you think it through in this hour."

Dongfang Bingling's final words were full of danger. After saying this, she walked out. At the door, she turned and said, "I hope you do not seek my mother's mercy, using her innocence and kindness. She is not currently in the Yin-Yang Sect."

"Whoosh..." A pair of ice wings suddenly grew from her back, enlarged, and then flew down the mountain. Perhaps it was not flying, but gliding, but it was still very impressive.

Dongfang Bingling, she is really strong!