Chapter 255 – Good Fortune Arrives in Pairs, the Unrivaled Temple Master - Part 3
On the night of the Jing Clan wedding, Li Yuan and Cui Huayin traveled by carriage through the third gate. Lifting the curtain, Li Yuan caught a glimpse of a festive scene. There were red double-happiness symbols and papercut decorations everywhere, rows of red lanterns hanging overhead.
The warm glow lit up a faint layer of mist rolling in, and in the background stood the exotic flora unique to the city stronghold. The air was thick with scents that stirred the blood—perfume and flower fragrances, the aroma of cooking meat, and even the metallic tang of fresh blood from the meat fields.
Sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, Li Yuan could feel the pulse of the lively festivities.
Clad in loose white robes, Li Yuan’s tall, muscular frame seemed ordinary at a glance. However, that was because his physique was lean and dense rather than bulky.
Beside him, Cui Huayin commented, “So much joy and celebration inside the city while fighting rages on outside. This must mean something.”
“Yes,” Li Yuan replied quietly. “The Holy Tree Temple is striving for internal unity.”
Cui Huayin said suddenly, “I’ve broken through to sixth rank.”
Li Yuan had already sensed it; she’d made the breakthrough the previous night. Her power had jumped from seventh rank by the time she went to bed to sixth rank by morning. Thanks to her father and husband both being weaponsmiths, the moment she reached sixth rank, she acquired top-tier weapons. Her combat power nearly doubled overnight, surpassing even Yan Mu, though it was still lower than that of the ebony kinghounds.
Feigning surprise, Li Yuan exclaimed, “Really?”
Without holding back, she circulated her shadow blood in the cramped carriage, her dark hair drifting in an invisible breeze, her eyes shining bright as a full moon.
“Thank you,” she said. “You reminded me that the heart of the Cycle of Withering and Growth isn’t about withering or growth but the cycle between the two. Like a wildfire burning the plains, only for spring winds to bring life again.”
A subtle, beautiful smile touched Cui Huayin’s lips, though it faded quickly. She worried about hurting her husband’s pride.