Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Nuannuan noticed Yang Fei paying attention to the young man and giggled.

"Don't look around, is he more handsome than you?"

"Hmph, the Heavenly Fire Sect is getting more and more ridiculous. To control regional forces, they even allow their clan members to marry into other families."

Yang Fei was startled, "This prospective groom is from the Heavenly Fire Sect?"

Nuannuan rolled her eyes and said mockingly.

"What did you expect? How could Hausen, having mingled in the underworld for so many years, marry an ordinary person?"

Saying this, Nuannuan let out a cold laugh, the mockery in her tone becoming more pronounced.

"The Wu Clan was originally a clan hidden from the world, but in the past few years..."

"Hmph, every branch is restless, making moves here and there, completely forgetting the ancestors' teachings."

Yang Fei looked at Nuannuan unexpectedly.

"You seem to know a lot about the Wu Clan. Who exactly are you?"

Nuannuan turned around expressionlessly.

"We agreed not to inquire about each other; let's continue to cooperate happily, okay?"

Yang Fei smiled wryly, "Alright, my goal is to catch Hausen. What's your purpose?"

Nuannuan's eyes drifted towards the garden behind the castle.

"I'm just here to pick flowers; the Dreamlike Golden Butterfly is mine."

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh, "Such a child, taking such a big risk for a few flowers."

Nuannuan snorted, "What do you know, if not for great-grandfather's words..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped, refusing to speak further.

Yang Fei, however, heard her last sentence and asked curiously.

"You have a grandfather, and picking Dreamlike Golden Butterflies is related to him?"

Nuannuan glared at him angrily, suddenly turning and walking away.

Yang Fei chuckled to himself, growing more interested in the mysterious little girl.

The newlyweds began to walk through the archway marked by floral arrangements, surrounded by their guests.

The bride smiled sweetly, while the groom's eyes held a hint of disdain, though well concealed.

Yang Fei secretly sighed. As a True Martial Master, he had developed his physical abilities and brain functions to the limit, capable of living over two hundred years and possessing power beyond human limits.

Such a person, nearly god-like in legend, how willing would he be to marry an ordinary woman?

This seemingly happy couple was actually the beginning of a tragedy.

Thinking of this, Yang Fei felt a little less guilty.

Even if he ruined the wedding, it counted as doing a great deed.

After the arch, the priest picked up the Scripture and began to read the blessing poem.

At that moment, Yang Fei suddenly noticed that Nuannuan was missing.

A sense of foreboding crept into Yang Fei's heart.

However, he had no time to worry about the mysterious little girl at this moment.

Amidst the elegant music, the priest finally finished the blessing poem, and the bride and groom exchanged rings.

An old man seated on a bench stood up, supported by two servants, walking towards the bride and groom.

The old man wore a hat, had long whiskers, with graying hair and sharp, hawk-like yellow-brown eyes.

He approached the bride, taking her hand and placing it in the groom's, his voice deep, rich, and magnetic.

"Mr. Yang Xiao, I have only this daughter. Now I entrust her to you. I hope you will treat her well."

The groom smiled faintly, glancing tenderly at the bride.

"Father-in-law, I swear to protect Miss Lucy with my life."

The old man nodded, eyes showing a trace of comfort.

"That's best; however, Lucy has been spoiled since childhood. You should go easy on her."

The groom nodded, graceful and elegant.

Yang Fei snorted secretly, "Idiot, as if I'd believe you."

Seeing this scene, Yang Fei had already figured out the identity of the old man.

This old man must be the castle's owner, Count Hausen, since the orders to track him down came from his mouth.

This implies that the old count is definitely connected to Dan Dan's disappearance.

In fact, after hearing Nuannuan mention that the groom Yang Xiao belonged to the Wu Clan, Yang Fei was almost certain.

There was definitely some kind of transaction between Hausen and Yang Xiao, and this transaction might be related to Dan Dan.

However, dealing with Yang Xiao, a True Martial Master, is extremely difficult, and Yang Fei wouldn't provoke him unless absolutely necessary.

Yang Fei planned to start the investigation into Dan Dan's whereabouts with Hausen, avoiding Yang Xiao for now.

True Martial Masters are monsters, especially those who break through the True Martial Realm without suffering Divine Punishment; they are freaks.

Although Yang Fei had assassinated the True Martial Master River Beaver and had once taken down the Grand Priest Zhu Butong, repeatedly defeating Chen Xingzhu...

The more this was so, the more Yang Fei understood the difficulty of dealing with a True Martial Master.

Boom!

Just then, a sudden explosion occurred on the side of the castle, shaking the ground violently.

An annex caught fire, with thick smoke billowing, countless bricks and debris flying everywhere.

A servant, on fire from head to toe, charged out of the building, screaming in pain, rolling on the ground.

Count Hausen stood firm and rushed towards the room where the explosion occurred.

His speed was brisk and nimble, not at all like an elderly man, clearly demonstrating his expertise.

However, although Hausen was fast, he was no match for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao dashed toward the explosion scene, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Xiao reached the explosive room, grabbed the garden's water pipe, and doused the flames on the servant.

The servant, burnt all over, pointed behind the annex, screaming.

"Young master, someone set the fire deliberately."

Yang Xiao's eyes turned sharp as he dashed towards the rear of the annex.

At that moment, Hausen finally made it to the servant's side.

Suddenly, a figure flew toward him, palm striking Hausen's head, sounding like muffled thunder.

It was Yang Fei who had arrived.

Hausen's hair stood on end, that destructive sensation forcing him to dodge left, only to be struck down by Yang Fei's sweeping leg.

Yang Fei quickly lunged forward, dealing a palm strike to Hausen's head, causing Hausen's vision to go black, fainting immediately.

Yang Fei swiftly hoisted Hausen onto his shoulder, rushing toward the gate.

The bride screamed when she saw Hausen being taken.

"Darling, please save father-in-law!"

Almost simultaneously, a small figure from afar thudded like a kicked soccer ball, landing right at Yang Fei's feet.

Upon closer inspection, it was the recently vanished Nuannuan.

In her arms, she held a large bouquet of purple-blue Golden Butterflies, their colors vibrant and mysterious, truly extraordinary.

Seeing Yang Fei, Nuannuan tried to smile, only to vomit a large mouthful of blood.

Not far away, Yang Xiao was racing toward them with tremendous speed.