"I don't want to inquire about this matter for now. When he wants to talk about it, then he can," Xiaoyao said indifferently. To be honest, he wanted to know the result, but only if Luo Yuntian was willing.

Regardless of whether Luo Yuntian was right or wrong at the time, he was directly involved. He had the right to speak or not speak about it.

In fact, Xiaoyao had also guessed some things and knew that Luo Yuntian might be the most tragic person involved, so he shouldn't put more pressure on him. Moreover, he had never gotten along with Fang Chunxue, so he didn't have such strong feelings about finding out the truth for her.

"Then let's talk about these matters later. It's not convenient to discuss them now anyway. But tell me, what's the deal with Hei Xue? How is she here? How did she end up with you?" the Young Miss asked, looking at Hei Xue with some hostility, because Hei Xue had always given them the impression of being a dangerous person.

"She's from the Demon Cult, which is a branch of the Luo family over there. Although she doesn't have Luo family bloodline, coming to take a look isn't too strange," Xiaoyao said. This was just a surface explanation, and currently he could only say this, because Hei Xue's situation was even more inconvenient to discuss here.

"That may be so, but this woman is too dangerous..."

"I know, so I maintain a certain distance from her. Alright, let's watch the ceremony. Don't let us disrupt this ceremony," Xiaoyao didn't let the Young Miss continue, and she seemed to understand Xiaoyao's meaning and didn't pursue the matter. Everyone watched the ceremony from the side.

Although Xiaoyao's appearance surprised some people, after all, Xiaoyao hadn't become the center of attention here. At least under known circumstances, he wasn't that central, and some people didn't even know who Xiaoyao was. How could his appearance prevent this ceremony from continuing?

"Why did you just say you were Xiaoyao's fiancées? I'm the one who should be that," Hei Xue said somewhat displeasedly from the side. What do you mean "too dangerous"? And what status do you all have anyway?

"Right, what are you all trying to do? You'll have to marry people in the future—don't speak carelessly," Xiaoyao also spoke up. He had never thought of considering them as marriage partners. Although their conditions were quite good, he was too familiar with them and really didn't have such thoughts.

"So what if we do this? I already said I won't marry a man, so this is just giving you an advantage. Susu is the same, though Nangong Suxin is unnecessary—you can publicly declare she's an imposter," the Young Miss said very indifferently.

"..." Regarding this matter, this wasn't the first time Xiaoyao had heard the Young Miss say this. If it was just borrowing a title, Xiaoyao didn't mind. After all, men could have multiple wives and concubines, and if she had other ideas in the future, he could divorce her.

"Fine, the Young Miss can count. Nangong Suxin, what are you trying to do?" Xiaoyao asked Nangong Suxin. This kind of thing didn't seem like something Nangong Suxin would do.

"What's the big deal? It's just being a fiancée, not actually getting married. We can break the engagement later," Nangong Suxin said indifferently. Could she say that Mo Yu did this and she felt somewhat unwilling, wanting to take advantage together if anyone was taking advantage?

"This seems correct too. These kinds of premarital engagements can be broken. This happens often—it's nothing special," Xiaoyao thought about it and felt there wasn't anything particularly worth objecting to about this matter.

"Exactly. Consider it giving you, this kid, an advantage. We're now your fiancées. Also, if you have any ideas about other women in the future, you must get our approval, otherwise don't think about having another fiancée," Nangong Suxin said. Even if it was just nominal, she still wanted this right.

"You can dream about that. If I meet my future wife, I'll definitely marry her—no one can stop me," Xiaoyao said very indifferently.

"Don't care! We want to take a look anyway!" Nangong Suxin said. "Also, why don't you say anything about Guxing? Is it okay for her to say she's your fiancée?"

"She's the boss. She can do whatever she wants—I can't control her," Xiaoyao waved his hand.

"..." Everyone fell silent, realizing that Guxing was actually very fortunate, because Xiaoyao would never refuse Guxing's ideas. Whatever Guxing wanted to do, he would support, including becoming his fiancée—he wouldn't object to that either.

Of course, saying she was fortunate was only because the person Guxing cared about was Xiaoyao. If it weren't for that, this might not be so fortunate. So Guxing would only be more fortunate, because she only cared about Xiaoyao.

"Xiaoyao..."

"Miss Zhuque, hello."

While Xiaoyao and his group were watching the ceremony from the side, Zhuque Leiting walked over and greeted Xiaoyao.

"I really didn't expect you to survive. Being struck by a God Level expert's palm—even I would be dead, but you're still alive and kicking. Xuanwu Lingxiao was sad for quite a while," Zhuque Leiting looked at Xiaoyao, feeling that his survival was truly incredible. This was probably what most people thought too.

"You told Xuanwu Lingxiao?" Xiaoyao asked.

"Yes," Zhuque Leiting nodded.

"Actually, it's nothing special. I practice the Divine Farmer's Art, which is different from ordinary people," Xiaoyao said, looking at the people below and continuing. At this moment, he saw Third Miss Nangong already walking toward them, though she wasn't dramatically flying over but taking the proper route.

"Practicing the Divine Farmer's Art to your level could indeed make a difference. Your current... why can't I see through your current strength?" Zhuque Leiting looked at Xiaoyao. Previously she knew Xiaoyao had entered Emperor Level. An Emperor Level Divine Farmer's Art practitioner would have very strong self-healing abilities and might be able to handle that kind of situation.

However, when she looked at Xiaoyao now, she couldn't discern his strength, which surprised her. She was at Saint Level after all—how could she not see through it? Could Xiaoyao have also entered Saint Level?

This was clearly impossible. There couldn't be such rapid strength improvement, especially since Xiaoyao practiced the Divine Farmer's Art, which was recognized as difficult to cultivate.

"I'm now at Late Emperor Level. I'll be able to reach Saint Level soon," Xiaoyao said indifferently, seemingly unaware that this statement would scare many people to death.

Cultivating the Divine Farmer's Art to Late Emperor Level was already terrifying, and everyone knew he had previously been at Early Emperor Level—another consecutive level jump. Even the fastest cultivation speed couldn't match this pace.

Moreover, saying he could reach Saint Level soon made it seem as easy as everyday conversation. Even the most exceptional genius couldn't say such words, because breakthrough at these levels could be described as crossing chasms.

However, for Xiaoyao, this chasm had a wide bridge spanning it, allowing him to cross at any time.

"Late Emperor Level—that's quite fast. Too bad you're still far behind me. By the time you enter Saint Level, I'll be able to enter God Level," the Young Miss said with a smile, patting Xiaoyao's shoulder.

"Please, keep bragging. Maybe you'll get stuck there," Nangong Suxin said dismissively. Getting stuck at certain levels was common, especially at this stage.

"You'll get stuck before I do!" the Young Miss retorted.

"Then let's see who enters God Level first. Whoever loses becomes Xiaoyao's concubine," Nangong Suxin said, proposing a wager that left Xiaoyao speechless.

"Who's afraid of who! It's a deal—don't regret it later," the Young Miss said with a laugh.

"It's a deal!" Nangong Suxin said.

"What about the winner?" At this moment, Zhuque Leiting was somewhat confused. There were only conditions for losing—what about winning?

Did this even need to be asked? Xiaoyao had already guessed what they would say. In any case, he would be used as the stake in this bet, and the result wouldn't make much difference to him.

"The winner naturally becomes the wife!" both the Young Miss and Nangong Suxin said simultaneously.

"..."

So that's how it was. The wife's status would definitely be higher than a concubine's. This way, the loser would lose status, but both outcomes seemed to benefit a certain someone.

Zhuque Leiting looked at Xiaoyao. She didn't understand why these girls would give Xiaoyao such advantages. Did Xiaoyao really have that much charm?

"Xiaoyao, won't you say something?" Nangong Suxin was somewhat surprised that Xiaoyao remained completely silent. This was quite different from usual—previously Xiaoyao would at least voice some protests and dissatisfaction.

"What should I say? This is what you said—what does it have to do with me?" Xiaoyao said.

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? This is a major matter concerning your marriage and taking concubines!"

"If I disagree, will you obediently cancel the bet?" Xiaoyao asked.

"No!" both the Young Miss and Nangong Suxin said simultaneously.

"Then what's the point of talking?" Xiaoyao said irritably. He knew this would be their answer, so he simply didn't speak up. This matter could be dealt with later—whether they became wives or concubines was up to them.

Regarding the Young Miss's situation, he estimated he was very likely just being used as a cover. As for Nangong Suxin, when she found someone she liked later, she would immediately distance herself from him without him needing to say anything.

"Let's not talk about this. Tell us about our future plans," Nangong Suxin said seriously, switching from a joking state to this serious one almost instantly. This was perhaps because she was used to changing her expression—at least that's what Xiaoyao thought.

"What do you mean by plans? I don't understand," Xiaoyao was somewhat puzzled, not knowing what Nangong Suxin was specifically referring to. There were many future matters—who knew what she meant?

"Since you're still alive and don't need us to borrow power to avenge you, our being here seems to have lost its meaning," Nangong Suxin said.

(End of Chapter)