161: Chapter 161 What are we comparing? Technique?

Feng Yange reached out her hand, and Yue Lan took it. Sensing Feng Yange's nervousness, he smiled softly and said, "Mistress, our binding ceremony will be witnessed by the entire Merfolk Clan and other sea clans. It won't be complicated; I will guide you."

Feng Yange nodded and followed Yue Lan into the palace. She observed that the entire palace seemed to be carved from crystal. At the deepest part of the palace was the throne, and on both sides were members of the sea clans who had come to attend the binding ceremony. The central aisle was filled with various rare treasures, shimmering with a soft, iridescent light.

"The binding ceremony begins!"

Accompanied by a resounding voice, Yue Lan led Feng Yange toward the throne. Sea beasts scattered flower petals as dancers moved gracefully. Feng Yange was somewhat surprised. It had already started? She had assumed she would need to change into wedding attire.

Yue Lan led Feng Yange to the throne and had her sit down, while he stood by her side and vowed, "From this day forward, Feng Yange is my, Yue Lan's, Mistress. The Merfolk Clan must hold her in high esteem and must not show her the slightest disrespect. Otherwise, death!"

"Congratulations to the Merfolk Queen, we will strictly obey the King's decree."

"Congratulations to the King and Queen on their binding!"

Resounding, uniform voices continued to ring out. Feng Yange looked at Yue Lan and saw him nod. "My Mistress, Feng Yange, are you willing to take me, Yue Lan, as your ninth husband?"

Feng Yange looked at Yue Lan's soul-stirringly beautiful face. She had actually been proposed to by Yue Lan. In all previous ceremonies, she had been the one to take the initiative; Yue Lan was the first to propose to her.

"I, Feng Yange, 20 years of age, with a Heaven-grade Spirit Root talent, am willing to take the Merfolk Emperor, Yue Lan, as my ninth husband." Feng Yange vowed solemnly and reached out her hand to Yue Lan. "Yue Lan, are you willing to marry me, Feng Yange?"

Yue Lan smiled slightly. "I do."

The marriage stone appeared above Feng Yange's head. As if sensing the special atmosphere of the day, the marriage stone enlarged, and the names on it became clearly visible. Yue Lan's name appeared on the marriage stone, and a red thread extended to Feng Yange's name. The marriage stone lit up with a red glow; the marriage bond was formed.

"Cang Yan, look, your name has also appeared."

Li Mingye pointed at the marriage stone. The name that was originally Xiao Hei had now changed to Cang Yan. This marriage stone actually knew how to make corrections.

Cang Yan looked at the marriage stone with delight and counted carefully. He was eighth; the marriage stone hadn't pushed him to the back. Yue Lan's name was after his; he was indeed the ninth husband.

"Still the eighth husband, solid." Mo Yuan nudged Cang Yan with his arm. Seeing Cang Yan nod, with irrepressible joy beneath his brows and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he thought, indeed, men all like to compete. All that talk about not caring about being eighth or ninth was just saying one thing while meaning another.

"The marriage bond is formed!"

Accompanied by the loud cheers, the binding ceremony was completed. The palace was very lively, with everyone blessing Yue Lan's binding. Feng Yange took out a storage ring and handed it to Yue Lan. "Inside are one hundred shape-shifting pills; consider it a small token of my affection."

Yue Lan looked at the shape-shifting pills and various other Medicinal Pill inside the storage ring in astonishment, unable to believe his eyes. "Mistress, why are you giving me so many shape-shifting pills? Do you know how precious shape-shifting pills are among the beast clans?"

"As long as they are precious, then I won't feel guilty." Feng Yange looked at the way the Merfolk Clan was looking at her, shocked as if they had seen a ghost.

But she had just brewed these in a large iron pot. She had thought these shape-shifting pills were very necessary for the beast clans. However, when she calculated it—back then, that beast clan Elder had used so many Spirit Stones and medicinal herbs to exchange for only twenty shape-shifting pills—these one hundred were indeed quite valuable.

"Mistress, you are too good to me."

Yue Lan's fish tail transformed into legs, and he walked in front of Feng Yange, reaching out to embrace her. This made Feng Yange feel a bit uncomfortable. With so many people watching, and Yue Lan being the Merfolk Emperor, wasn't he afraid of losing his status by acting like this?

"You are my family now, so this is only right. If there is anything else you need, I will do my best to satisfy you."

"Then can I ask to be a real couple with you?" Yue Lan's voice whispered in Feng Yange's ear, in a tone only the two of them could hear. The marriage bond was formed; he was willing to give himself to his Mistress.

Feng Yange looked at the joyful expressions of the sea beasts watching them—just like the expressions she used to have when shipping couples in dramas—and her face felt slightly hot. She hadn't felt this flushed with the others before; she had started to think her skin was thick.

"Do you want to ask Cang Yan?"

Yue Lan chuckled, his tone like a breeze brushing past Feng Yange's ear. "Is Mistress asking for him to join us?"

Feng Yange's face turned even redder. That wasn't what she meant, but why, after hearing Yue Lan say that, did her legs feel a bit weak?

"I will do whatever Mistress wishes."

Yue Lan released Feng Yange and kissed her lips lightly, his smile remaining gentle. His palm caressed Feng Yange's cheek as if looking at a precious treasure. "Mistress, the ceremony is complete. Let me take you to see the Merfolk Clan."

Feng Yange nodded and looked toward Mo Yuan and the others standing not far away. They were chatting about something with bright smiles. Sensing Feng Yange's gaze, they immediately walked toward her. "Mistress!"

"The ceremony is complete; I will take you all to see the Merfolk Palace." Yue Lan did not take them in his merfolk form. His fish tail had transformed into long, slender legs, and his height was about the same as theirs. The clothes on his body only covered the necessary parts, and his physique was truly excellent.

Feng Yange couldn't help but take a few extra glances, once again marveling at her own good taste. Such an otherworldly beauty had entered her backyard.

Yue Lan's gaze swept over her, the smile on his lips undiminished.

"I can see that Mistress is very satisfied with my physique."

Yue Lan had a pleasant voice, a great physique, and that face was beyond reproach. With this one remark, he offended quite a few people.

In terms of looks, each had their own merits; in terms of physique, all were beyond reproach.

If they were to really compare, it would probably only be technique.

Feng Yange coughed twice, turned her head away with a flushed face, and said, "Your physiques are all very good."

Couldn't Yue Lan have kept his voice down?

Did she have no shame?

Cang Yan looked down at his clothes and turned the storage ring on his finger. Inside were the clothes he had worn before losing his memory, all solid red, and each piece was extremely distinctive.

He had previously thought they were too revealing, but now it seemed he was wearing too much.

"Mistress, among the nine of us, who do you like the best?" Xuan Li immediately transformed into his true form and coiled around Feng Yange's arm. This was his true form, which could grow or shrink, something others couldn't envy. He didn't need to look to feel their gazes of jealousy, envy, and hatred.

"Xuan Li, can you not be so shameless? You use this trick every time!"

Mo Yuan really wanted to peel Xuan Li off and pinch his seven-inch mark to stop him from showing off.

"Mo Yuan, if you want to, you can learn from me and use your true form, shrink down, and coil around Mistress. I wouldn't be jealous."

Mo Yuan's gaze darkened. "When Long Ze returns, I'll let you know what a Dragon is and what a snake is. Don't think you're so special; if it really came to a comparison, Long Ze might not lose to you."

"Comparing what?"

Yue Lan's ice-blue eyes lit up instantly. "True forms?"

"Mo Yuan, your true form is not..."

Just as Yue Lan was about to speak, Mo Yuan immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth, warning him with a cold glare, "Don't you dare say it!"

Feng Yange was startled by Mo Yuan's look. Why was Mo Yuan so resistant to his true form?