Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1497: Parade Through the City

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Morning, the first sunlight spilled down.

The dull blare of horns resounded through the entire Netherworld City.

This heralded the beginning of the wedding of Netherworld City’s Third Young Master, Jing Wuyan.

The whole Netherworld City was in celebration.

Jing Wuyan wore a Unification-stage wedding robe, holding the Dragon Bone Fan gifted by Yun Mengyao, riding a mighty Chasing Wind Horse, his face full of smug spring breezes.

He had to set out from the east gate of the Netherworld Hall, circle the city once, then return from the west gate.

This was a custom in the Northern Central State, symbolizing that no matter when you leave or where you go, in the end you must return home.

The long procession was like a wandering Dragon, slowly moving forward.

Firecrackers crackled in unison, gongs and drums thundered, the bustle was overwhelming.

Behind, dozens of disciples of the Netherworld Hall were also riding Chasing Wind Horses, each with a large vermilion chest on their backs pasted with the "double happiness" character.

Those large chests were packed to the brim with Gold Coins.

On both sides of the street, the cheers of the people surged like a tide.

It was obvious that the Netherworld Hall held a very high and beloved place in the hearts of the common folk.

If it were Sword Sect people parading instead, the commoners would probably have shut their doors long ago.

From this it could be seen that the Netherworld Hall was by no means some demonic heretical cult.

The Sword Sect was also far from being the leader of the righteous path.

Qin Yi was also in the procession, riding a horse behind Jing Wangyou.

Today Jing Wangyou was the main character; he couldn’t steal the spotlight.

But Qin Yi’s looks were too strikingly handsome; it was hard for him to keep a low profile even if he wanted to.

Qin Yi originally hadn’t wanted to come along, but in the end he still did; his purpose was to protect Jing Wuyan.

These days, the city gates had been wide open and envoys from all directions were coming to offer congratulations—ghosts knew whether anyone harboring ill intent had slipped in.

If something happened at a time like this, the Netherworld Hall’s face would be utterly lost.

"Can you not wear such a bitter-gourd face? People who don’t know better would think you and Little Yan have some mortal blood feud."

Yun Mengyao waved to the commoners on both sides of the street while speaking to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi glanced back, his face pained.

Because the dozens of Netherworld Hall disciples behind had opened their big wooden chests, grabbed handfuls of glittering Gold Coins, and were tossing them toward the people lining both sides of the street.

This was similar to the red envelopes showered during a wedding procession.

However, these "red envelopes" were real gold. Besides, Qin Yi had heard that the Netherworld Hall had prepared five million Gold Coins this time.

Five million coins—if only they were given to him, how great would that be.

Qin Yi knew that thinking like this wasn’t right, but he just couldn’t suppress his small, money-loving commoner mentality.

To be fair, Qin Yi was quite rich, but he still loved money. He didn’t even know when it started; he was deathly fond of money—it had practically become a hobby.

"Why aren’t you staying with Xiao Xi and instead came out here to join the fun?"

Qin Yi looked at Yun Mengyao and said.

"This is way more fun. When we go back and they bow to heaven and earth, I’ll be the bride’s family."

Qin Yi rolled his eyes at her, thoroughly exasperated.

Seeing Qin Yi stay silent, Yun Mengyao teased, "It’s not even your money they’re throwing. What are you feeling heartbroken for?"

Qin Yi pondered for a moment and said:

"Say, should I sneak into the crowd and grab some Gold Coins too?"

Yun Mengyao: "..."

"You’d snatch even this measly bit? You’re the Blood Shura famed across the two states north and south, don’t be so embarrassing, okay?"

"You really do treat your reputation like dirt. Can’t you bring that same level of enlightenment to money?"

Qin Yi felt a bit embarrassed, rubbed his nose, and said:

"These are wedding money. I just want to grab a couple to get some of that festive luck on me."

Yun Mengyao looked at Qin Yi; the contempt on her face said it all.

Qin Yi sighed. What’s so shameful about earning money?

Still, he ultimately gave up on the idea of snatching wedding money.

The procession had circled about two-thirds of the city, and half of those dozens of chests of Gold Coins were already gone.

"Might as well toss it all out at once. Throwing it bit by bit like this is just death by a thousand cuts."

Qin Yi muttered under his breath, complaining.

Yun Mengyao was both angry and amused. "This is called taking from the people and using it for the people. Can you not have such a small-time petty mindset?"

In the end, Yun Mengyao still couldn’t bear it; she went to the back and asked a Netherworld Hall disciple for two Gold Coins to give Qin Yi.

"Happy now?"

Qin Yi happily tucked the two Gold Coins close to his body. "I’m not being greedy; I just want a bit of that wedding luck."

Yun Mengyao smiled with helpless resignation.

Don’t be fooled—when Qin Yi fought, he was decisive in killing, insanely ferocious, and when scheming he was flawless. But sometimes he was this childish; just two Gold Coins were enough to satisfy him.

It had to be said, Qin Yi was quite adorable at times like this.

When the procession had gone about two-thirds of the route, a commotion suddenly erupted at the rear, along with screams of agony.

Then people and horses were sent flying, chaos everywhere.

The commoners on both sides of the street scattered in panic, shouting in terror that there was killing.

Qin Yi’s eyes sank slightly. "I’ll go take a look."

As soon as the words fell, the man had already vanished.

It turned out that more than a dozen assassins had suddenly charged out from the crowds on both sides of the street. The Netherworld Hall people were completely unprepared and were caught off guard.

Coupled with the fact that the other side was ambushing and struck ruthlessly, a dozen Netherworld Hall disciples were slain in an instant.

These people were identically dressed, all in white, holding Longswords.

People of the Sword Sect.

They hadn’t bothered to hide their identities, because the Sword Sect and the Netherworld Hall were already mortal enemies. If they could smack the Netherworld Hall in the face, they’d be eager to broadcast it—they wouldn’t hide who they were.

"Blood Flood Dragon, leave none alive."

"Yes, Master."

The Flood Dragon Spear appeared, transforming into a streak of flowing light that flashed across the sky.

"Puff, puff...!"

Red light like barbs; in the blink of an eye it had pierced through the bodies of those dozen Sword Sect assassins.

The dozen assassins’ corpses fell in unison.

Qin Yi said coldly, "Everyone, don’t panic."

The moment Qin Yi took action, the entire scene was suppressed.

The Netherworld Hall disciples all recognized Qin Yi. With Qin Yi sitting in command, what was there to fear?

The Netherworld Hall disciples quickly came to their senses; blades and swords were drawn as they readied themselves for battle.

However, after that first wave of more than a dozen assassins struck, everything actually went quiet; no more assassins appeared.

Qin Yi said coldly:

"Sword Sect riffraff, get out here."

"Since you dared to come, why hide your heads and show not your tails? Or does the Sword Sect only dare to pull this kind of lowlife crap and not have the guts to show up in the open?"

Qin Yi knew there was no way it was just this dozen assassins.

Since the Sword Sect had decided to act, they wouldn’t make a lot of thunder with only a sprinkle of rain.

Sure enough, as Qin Yi’s voice rippled out, one figure after another appeared on the rooftops of the buildings on both sides.

These people wore long robes, stood on Flying Swords, drifting about like immortals.

Qin Yi snorted coldly. "Quit putting on airs. Even if you wear Immortal Clothes, you can’t cover up the stench of scum on you."

"Qin Yi, we are under orders to come and slay demons and evil."

"The Netherworld Hall is a den of heretics and fiends, plaguing the common folk and committing all manner of atrocities."

"You are a powerhouse famous across the Northern Central State, will you really stoop so low as to consort with these fiends?"

The voice drifted as an elder in white robes, with hair and beard all white, appeared standing in midair, standing upon a Flying Sword.