191: ruin the wedding

The Alchemy Institute is the most unique department in the Great Yan Academy, and it also boasts top-tier benefits, without equal.

Although the Alchemy Institute has superior conditions in every aspect, the number of students is extremely small, with only a few people.

Of course, having few people does not mean the Alchemy Institute is unpopular; on the contrary, it attracts much attention.

The main reason is that the requirements for admission to the Alchemy Institute are ridiculously high; without a certain level of outstanding Alchemy talent, they absolutely will not accept anyone.

"Are you Yang Lingchen?"

A fat, round student from the Alchemy Institute asked, his voice filled with a hint of doubt and scrutiny.

"That is me."

Yang Lingchen nodded without hesitation, his gaze firm and calm.

"Follow me!"

After the fat student finished speaking, he quickly led Yang Lingchen towards the Inner Court of the Alchemy Institute.

After passing through several antique pavilions with carved beams and painted pillars, Yang Lingchen arrived at a beautiful, fairyland-like courtyard.

"Senior Sister Ye, Yang Lingchen is here!"

The fat student bowed respectfully to a stunning back figure, his attitude extremely humble.

"Little Fatty, you may leave!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang slowly turned her head; her voice was crisp and melodious, yet carried an irresistible majesty.

"Yes, Senior Sister Ye!"

Little Fatty finished speaking and hurried out of the courtyard, as if afraid that staying a second longer would cause trouble.

"Ahem...! Yang Lingchen greets Senior Sister Ye. I wish Senior Sister eternal youth, longevity equal to the heavens, to be loved by everyone, to make flowers bloom upon seeing you, to unify Tianfeng, and to have prestige that shakes the universe."

Yang Lingchen cleared his throat and launched into an endless stream of flattery, his expression extremely sycophantic.

"Flattery never fails. I've humbled myself so much; I don't believe you'll still have the heart to make things difficult for me," Yang Lingchen thought to himself, feeling confident.

"Giggle...! Yang Lingchen, I didn't expect you to be so good at flattering!"

Ye Wushuang let out a crisp, melodious laugh like silver bells. Her stunning face became even more vivid and charming because of this joyful laughter, and she was amused by Yang Lingchen's sudden flattery.

"Senior Sister Ye, Junior Brother has just arrived at the Alchemy Institute. If there is anything wrong, please forgive me. In the future, whenever you need me, just say the word. Even if it means climbing a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire, I will not refuse."

Yang Lingchen said seriously and solemnly, looking so sincere that it seemed he would truly climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire for Ye Wushuang.

"Flattery is useless! You took advantage of This Young Lady; that is a fact, isn't it?"

The flower-like radiant smile on Ye Wushuang's face instantly vanished, replaced by a pair of eyes as cold as frost, chilling to the bone. She looked coldly at Yang Lingchen, as if wanting to see through his Soul.

"Senior Sister, that time was truly an accident! Besides, I was almost crippled by you!"

Yang Lingchen said softly, his voice tinged with grievance and helplessness, looking like an innocent person who had suffered a great wrong.

"Do you think I am easily fooled!"

Ye Wushuang continued to look coldly at Yang Lingchen; the chill in her eyes seemed capable of freezing the surrounding air.

"Senior Sister Ye, I was in unbearable pain at the time, so I left without saying goodbye. Please don't be angry!"

Yang Lingchen hurriedly explained, his heart anxious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"And you saw my body; how do you intend to answer for that?" A flash of intense Killing Intent crossed Ye Wushuang's face, her eyes seemingly wanting to mince Yang Lingchen into a thousand pieces.

"I was seen by you too!" Yang Lingchen muttered a complaint, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Swish...!"

Ye Wushuang flashed, and like a ghost, she instantly grabbed Yang Lingchen by the throat. The speed was so fast that one could not react in time.

"Calm down, Senior Sister, please calm down!"

Yang Lingchen spoke up in extreme terror, his voice trembling with fear.

"I will give you two choices now."

Ye Wushuang said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion, as if pronouncing Yang Lingchen's fate.

"Ahem..., Senior Sister Ye, please speak."

Yang Lingchen managed to squeeze these words out of his throat with difficulty, his face turning red from lack of oxygen.

"The first is death."

Ye Wushuang sneered, a smile that made one's hair stand on end.

"I choose the second!"

At this moment, Yang Lingchen displayed a strong desire to survive and shouted without hesitation, as if grasping at the last straw.

"You said that yourself! I didn't force you!"

Ye Wushuang smiled charmingly, but her smile carried an unfathomable strangeness.

"No, Senior Sister did not force me."

Yang Lingchen said sheepishly, squeezing out a fawning smile.

"Very good. The second choice is that, half a year from now, at the Eighth Prince's wedding, you must snatch his bride away."

Ye Wushuang said in a voice as calm as water, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

"That's no prob...!"

Yang Lingchen stopped halfway, suddenly realized, and exclaimed: "Senior Sister Ye, whose wedding did you say?"

Ye Wushuang parted her pink lips and said clearly, word by word: "The Eighth Prince, Murong Xuan."

"The Eighth Prince, Murong Xuan! Senior Sister Ye, you must be joking!"

Yang Lingchen looked at Ye Wushuang, bewildered and dumbfounded, as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

"Who is joking with you!" Ye Wushuang said coldly, her voice filled with unquestionable determination.

"Then you might as well kill me!" Yang Lingchen closed his eyes, acting as if he were ready to face death.

Snatching the Eighth Prince's woman—how is that any different from courting death?

Standing behind the Eighth Prince is the entire Great Yan Dynasty! Yang Lingchen had no interest in this kind of purely suicidal matter that offered no benefits; his heart was filled with fear and resistance.

"Hmph! Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ye Wushuang smiled, but the smile was chilling.

"You should have said so earlier! You scared me to death!"

Yang Lingchen patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief, his face full of the joy of surviving a disaster.

"But I will make public the fact that you peeked at me bathing." Ye Wushuang sneered, her voice sounding like a threat from Hell.

"Go ahead and make it public, what do I have to fear! As long as Senior Sister isn't afraid of losing face, that's fine!"

Yang Lingchen acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, stiffening his neck as he spoke, trying not to lose the momentum.

"I forgot to tell you, I am the Eighth Prince's fiancée!" A smug smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth.

"What? Senior... Sister, you aren't joking, are you!"

Yang Lingchen's forehead broke out in cold sweat, which rolled down like broken beads.

"Who is joking with you?"

Ye Wushuang said unhappily, rolling her eyes at Yang Lingchen.

"Um, Senior Sister Ye, please spare me!" Yang Lingchen said helplessly, his voice full of pleading.

"If the Eighth Prince finds out that I peeked at his fiancée bathing, I'll be dead for sure!"

Thousands of grass-mud horses flashed through Yang Lingchen's mind, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

"What! You were able to Breakthrough from the seventh layer of the God Entry Realm to the Divine Origin Realm in one month; do you mean to tell me that if I give you half a year, you still can't deal with one Great Yan Dynasty?"

Ye Wushuang said, her tone carrying a hint of provocation and questioning.

"Big Sister, this is the Great Yan Dynasty, not Great Yan Village." Yang Lingchen said speechlessly.

"I don't care. If you don't help me solve this, bear the consequences yourself." Ye Wushuang said coldly.

"What is Murong Xuan's cultivation level?" Yang Lingchen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, trying to calm himself down to think of a countermeasure.

Ye Wushuang pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Currently at the fourth layer of the Divine Void Realm! In half a year, it is very likely he will reach the fifth layer of the Divine Void Realm."

"Then who is the strongest person in the Great Yan Dynasty? What is their cultivation level?"

Yang Lingchen asked again, his eyes fixed tightly on Ye Wushuang, not missing any slight change in her expression.

"The strongest person in the Great Yan Dynasty is the current Emperor, Murong Yunhai, whose cultivation level is at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Divine Void Realm." Ye Wushuang said, her voice filled with a hint of awe.

Yang Lingchen thought for a moment and said: "I want to know, if I help you, what benefits can I get?"

If the strongest person in the Great Yan Dynasty is only at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Divine Void Realm, Yang Lingchen still has the confidence to handle it within half a year.

"The benefit has already been given to you."

Yang Lingchen said with a puzzled face: "When did I take your benefit?"

"Then let me ask you, am I beautiful?" Ye Wushuang's beautiful eyes stared straight at Yang Lingchen, her gaze seeming to be able to bewitch the Soul.

Yang Lingchen cleared his throat and said: "Ahem..., Senior Sister is naturally beautiful."

"Is it big?" Ye Wushuang said in a seductive voice, a voice that seemed to make one lose their mind.

"Big..., and white!" Yang Lingchen said involuntarily, only realizing he had said the wrong thing after speaking.

"Bang...!"

Yang Lingchen was kicked flying by Ye Wushuang and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Hmph, you've seen everything, what other benefits do you want?"

Ye Wushuang said coldly, her voice filled with anger and embarrassment.

"Rest assured, Senior Sister Ye, your business is my business. This wedding of Murong Xuan or whatever, I will definitely ruin it."

Yang Lingchen hurriedly climbed up from the ground. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him; he really couldn't afford to offend this woman, so he would humor her for now.

Ye Wushuang looked coldly at Yang Lingchen, then pointed to the courtyard next to them and said: "Remember what you said. Go! From now on, you will live in that courtyard next door!"

"Senior Sister, then I'll be going!" Yang Lingchen said and hurried towards his own courtyard.

Finally having an independent courtyard, Yang Lingchen was very satisfied with his new residence.

In the following days, he Cultivated day and night in the mysterious haotian jade space. Except for occasionally going out to get some air, he almost never stepped out of his door.

After all, there was less than two months left until the Life-and-Death Battle with Song Qingyang.

If he could not quickly raise his cultivation level, he would fall into an extremely passive situation during the Life-and-Death Battle, and might even lose his life.