Chapter 47: The Grand Wedding

Cherry Blossom Country, within the Yagyu Crescent Moon School.

An elderly man, well past his fifties, sat cross-legged on the floor. He was Yagyu Wei, the master of the Yagyu Crescent Moon School.

At this moment, Yagyu Wei’s gaze was dark and grim, and the few middle-aged men seated on either side of him kept their heads bowed, not daring to speak.

“Can anyone tell me what has happened? How is it that all twenty disciples of the Yagyu line have suddenly lost contact?” Yagyu Wei asked, his brows furrowed.

He had dispatched these twenty some time ago. They used to report their search results in Yanxia at regular intervals, but today was different—much time had passed since the usual reporting hour, and not a single word had come from them.

“Master, something terrible has happened!”

A nervous shout rang out, and in the distance, a figure garbed in ninja attire rushed toward them.

“So frantic—what’s happened?” Yagyu Wei asked, displeased.

“Master, just now our spy in Yanxia sent news: the twenty-member team we sent to search for Xiao Yu has been completely wiped out.”

The disciple’s body trembled as he spoke. He knew the strength of the team sent out—a ninja king as leader, with eighteen elite ninjas beneath him. Such a formidable force, annihilated in its entirety!

Hearing this, Yagyu Wei’s expression grew furious. He leapt to his feet and glared at the disciple, his voice thunderous, “What did you say?”

The others present were so terrified by Yagyu Wei’s roar that none dared even breathe loudly.

“Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu! First you made me, Yagyu Wei, lose face in Cherry Blossom Country, and now you slaughter twenty of my disciples—our enmity is irreconcilable!”

Yagyu Wei’s thoughts circled, and he could only think of one man—Xiao Yu. In his heart, he was certain Xiao Yu was responsible.

After all, their mission was aimed at Xiao Yu. With Xiao Yu’s abilities, once he discovered their presence, he could easily track them down.

“Hmph, who would have thought that even gravely injured, you could still accomplish such a feat? Not even a ninja king could match you—I truly underestimated you.”

Yagyu Wei clenched his fists, his face twisted with rage.

The loss of twenty disciples weighed heavily on him. The Yagyu Crescent Moon School’s overall strength had declined, and elite ninjas now formed the backbone of the school. To lose so many at once—even a ninja king—was a severe blow, only worsening their situation.

“Contact the masters of the Dual Blade School and the Mirror Flower Water Moon School immediately. Tell them I, Yagyu Wei, have urgent business to discuss! Also, leak Xiao Yu’s whereabouts in Yanxia’s Phoenix City. We are not the only ones who want him dead.”

After a moment’s silence, Yagyu Wei ordered the disciple, who quickly rose and hurried away.

“Xiao Yu, with your injuries, you surely lack your former strength. If your enemies learn of your hiding place, I wonder how you’ll cope.”

A gleam flashed in Yagyu Wei’s eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. In his heart, so long as Xiao Yu was killed, even if the Yagyu Crescent Moon School was reduced to its last man, he would have no regrets.

“The four of you, depart for Yanxia at once! You must kill Xiao Yu for me!” Yagyu Wei said coldly to the four middle-aged men beside him.

The four men rose and strode out. These were Yagyu Wei’s personal disciples, each possessing the strength of a ninja king. Together, they could face even a ninja emperor without certain defeat. In Cherry Blossom Country, they were top-tier experts.

Watching them leave, Yagyu Wei’s grave expression did not ease. After long contemplation, as if making a crucial decision, he slowly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Yanxia, Phoenix City.

After Taishui, Lige, and Liuhe had cleared all known threats, they followed Taishui to the hospital where Ye Shihan resided.

As the door to the ward opened, Lige and Liuhe were delighted to finally see Xiao Yu, but the scene before them left them stunned. In their minds, the same question arose: Is this really our Battle King?

Inside the ward, Xiao Yu was wearing an apron, holding a bowl of soup and sitting by the bedside, feeding a beautiful woman lying there. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the mighty Battle King, feared by foes on the battlefield, had become a devoted husband!

“Hey, you two are here as well.”

Medicine Unbound sat nearby, legs crossed in an irreverent manner, immediately attracting Lige and Liuhe’s attention.

“Senior Medicine,” the two greeted respectfully. They knew well why Medicine Unbound was here—seeing the lady in the bed made it clear.

“See, see, this is how modern youth should behave. Not like some fools who don’t know how to respect their elders,” Medicine Unbound said, shaking his leg and casting a glance at Taishui, looking very much like a rogue.

Taishui was annoyed but knew the time and place; Xiao Yu, seeing the three arrive, remained silent, wisely refraining from retorting to Medicine Unbound.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yu gently set down the soup bowl, took out a handkerchief, and wiped Ye Shihan’s mouth before turning his gaze to Lige and Liuhe.

“You’re here.”

He showed no excessive enthusiasm upon seeing his two long-lost brothers, for he knew their bond needed no superficial gestures.

“Big brother.”

Lige and Liuhe hurried to Xiao Yu’s side, bowing respectfully, then turned to introduce themselves to Ye Shihan.

“Hello, sister-in-law, I’m Lige, Xiao Yu’s brother.” Lige grinned, a stark contrast to the man who had slain the ninja king Matsumoto Taro with two moves.

Liuhe, usually reticent, bowed his head, “Hello, sister-in-law, I’m Liuhe, Xiao Yu’s brother.”

After speaking, he even managed a smile, though to them it looked rather stiff.

“Liuhe, your smile is worse than crying—aren’t you afraid of scaring your sister-in-law?” Medicine Unbound teased.

Liuhe felt embarrassed, rubbing his head awkwardly with his idle hands.

Knock, knock, knock.

At that moment, a knocking sounded, and the door opened. A doctor in a white coat walked in.

“Miss Ye, your health has almost fully recovered. Your husband has already completed your discharge procedures.”

“Ah? Really? Thank you.” Ye Shihan was overjoyed at the prospect of leaving the hospital. The days of recuperation had been enough to tire the workaholic in her.

“Look how happy you are—you can’t sit still for even a day,” Xiao Yu teased, seeing her delighted expression. “Do you remember what I said before? Now that you’re well enough to leave, let’s finally do what we promised.”

Ye Shihan was momentarily confused, then recalled what Xiao Yu had said when he left.

When I finish this matter, let’s hold a proper wedding. Our wedding back then was too rushed—you didn’t even get to wear a wedding dress. This time, I’ll host the grandest wedding Phoenix City has ever seen, just for the woman I love most!

Thinking of Xiao Yu’s words, Ye Shihan felt a surge of sweetness and anticipation in her heart.

Five years ago, their marriage had been quiet, owing to their differences in status. They registered their marriage and wed privately, with no guests—only their mutual love.

But this time, it was different. Xiao Yu would marry her openly, a happiness Ye Shihan had never known.

Thus, with Ye Shihan’s heart afire, after leaving the hospital, Xiao Yu arranged for Taishui, Lige, Liuhe, and Ye Xuemei to accompany her to a renowned bridal boutique in Phoenix City.

As they entered, a sales assistant greeted them. Ye Xuemei quickly explained Xiao Yu’s instructions, indicating that a custom wedding dress had been ordered days prior. The assistant remembered the order well—it had been signed by her.

Soon, the assistant fetched a beautifully boxed, white wedding dress. With her help, Ye Shihan donned it in the fitting room.

Standing before the mirror, Ye Shihan’s eyes grew moist. The dress was the very style she had once mentioned to Xiao Yu—he had remembered, never forgetting her words.

When Ye Shihan emerged, everyone in the boutique—staff and customers alike—was captivated by her beauty.

“Wow, sis, you’re absolutely stunning!”

Ye Xuemei exclaimed sincerely, and Taishui, Lige, and Liuhe nodded in agreement.

After leaving the hospital, Xiao Yu did not accompany them to the bridal shop, but instead went with Medicine Unbound to a five-star hotel in Phoenix City.

To announce his intention to marry Ye Shihan openly, Xiao Yu had booked two entire floors of the hotel’s banquet hall.

Yet at this moment, the vast hall contained only a few people—all members of the Ye family and representatives of families eager to curry favor.

“Uh, old man, do you think I went overboard?” Xiao Yu asked, feeling awkward as he looked at the sparse crowd.

“Don’t worry, you’re the Battle King of Yanxia—if you ask me, this place isn’t grand enough for your status,” Medicine Unbound replied with a broad smile.

He was right—at present, the emptiness was normal, but soon the hall might prove too small.

Because of Xiao Yu’s special identity, news of his grand wedding had already spread. Once the time came, there would be no shortage of guests.