Let me explain, it's not what you think.

Li Fei laughed, a bloodshot smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Brother Lu, don't worry about me. Take the person first, then leave!"

Yue Qinglan stood on the high platform and heard these words. The face beneath the red veil finally showed expression.

This time, it's anticipation.

She stopped stamping her feet and loosened her grip on her sleeve.

She looked at Lu Chen in the crowd, waiting for him to rush up, waiting for him to stand up like Li Fei and snatch her away from this absurd wedding.

then……

In an instant, her gaze toward Li Fei became less hostile and more pleasing.

But Lu Chen did not move.

He looked at the several wounds on Li Fei's body that were still bleeding, and at the Nascent Soul stage cultivators surrounding him who were looking at him like he was prey.

He moved.

They weren't facing the high platform, but rather Li Fei.

Lu Chen's figure moved through the crowd as fast as lightning. His palm was wrapped in five-colored spiritual light, and he slapped away the gray-robed old man blocking his way. The old man was caught off guard and staggered several steps.

Holy crap, this young man!

Lu Chen didn't look at him, but walked straight to Li Fei's side and stood back to back with Li Fei.

"Brother Lu, you..."

Li Fei's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Shut up," Lu Chen interrupted him.

"You took a lion's claw for me last time, and I haven't repaid you yet. This time, I'll take it for you."

Li Fei's eyes instantly reddened, and his lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a word.

All he knew was that Lu Chen was the only one who could save him in this time of crisis!

In this lifetime, Lu Chen will always be his best brother! No one can ever break their bond!

Even the Daoist Cangxuan, who was inside the ring, was shocked by this scene.

"A child's heart! This child is outstanding, possessing the heart of a child! If I could, I would like to take on another disciple!"

"Then, Master, once this matter is settled, I'll mention it to Brother Lu another day!"

Li Fei felt no jealousy, only joy that his brother had been recognized.

Unlike Li Fei and Cangxuan Daoist, who were moved, Lu Chen raised his head and looked at the cultivators surrounding them.

Five-colored spiritual light flowed in his palm, growing brighter and brighter until it was dazzling.

"bring it on!"

Yue Qinglan stood on the high platform, her smile frozen beneath the red veil.

She watched Lu Chen stand with his back to her beside Li Fei, watched him shield Li Fei from the attacking cultivators, and watched him not glance at the platform even once from beginning to end!

She was waiting for him to come and take her away, but he didn't come!

He went elsewhere, to protect other people, and to shield other things.

It's hardened, its fists are hardened!

The gray in Yue Qinglan's black eyes increased, and she was on the verge of turning evil!

Not long after, Lu Chen and Li Fei were back to back, surrounded by seven or eight figures.

The five-colored spiritual light flickered uncertainly in Lu Chen's palm, while the golden spiritual light within Li Fei's body had faded considerably.

Both of them were injured to varying degrees at this moment.

However, with the help of his two skill entries and the protective treasures given to him by Zi Yao and Jiang Yu, Lu Chen's condition was basically fine.

On the contrary, Li Fei was finding himself increasingly powerless.

Yue Qinglan stood on the high platform and stomped on the surface.

The wooden countertop made a dull thud, and cracks spread outwards from the soles of her feet.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and the gray hue seeped from the depths of her pupils, growing stronger and stronger.

She looked at Lu Chen, at his refusal to back down, at the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth and the handprint on his chest.

Her fingers trembled with anger, a mixture of heartache for Lu Chen and resentment.

"Brother Lu! If you keep this up, neither of us will be able to leave!"

Li Fei's voice came from beside her, hoarse and urgent.

"You go first, don't worry about me! I have a way to escape!"

"Shut up."

Lu Chen's voice was soft and his tone was calm.

He raised his hand, and five-colored spiritual light condensed into an eight-part halo in his palm, brighter than before, dazzlingly bright.

The light wheel flew out of his hand and exploded in the gray-robed old man's chest. The old man took two steps back, but did not fall down.

However, the spiritual pressure from the other Nascent Soul stage cultivators descended simultaneously, causing Lu Chen to stagger back 10 steps before he could barely regain his footing!

Among the crowd below the platform, Su Ningxin paused for a moment while holding her teacup, then slowly stood up.

Lu Chen still can't afford to have any real problems.

Although he always plays tricks on me during special times, at least...

Lingyun also stood up at this moment.

She never expected Lu Chen to be so reckless! She had told him not to cause trouble, and he went and tried to steal the bride!

He's robbing the woman at the very top of the Great Li Dynasty's pyramid. Isn't he afraid that Yue Qinglan might kick him to death one minute and the next?

Seeing the two men steadily losing ground, Yue Qinglan began to stir with her own ambitions. As the leading lady of the day, she was even less likely to watch her chosen male lead get into trouble.

But the next moment, a white light fell from the horizon.

As the white light faded, two figures were revealed.

Lin Tian was dressed in white, with that lazy expression that Lu Chen was most familiar with between his brows.

Standing beside him was Mei Ji, with a slender waist like a willow, whose peach blossom eyes swept across the crowd, curving into two crescent moons.

"Junior brother, I'm here to help you!"

Lin Tian strode into the crowd, stood beside Lu Chen, turned to face the besieging cultivators, and remained silent. His spiritual pressure surged from his body; he was at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul realm, as vast and powerful as the sea.

Mei Ji didn't go to the high platform or to the cultivators surrounding Li Fei. Instead, she walked up to Lu Chen, stopped, and looked down at Lu Chen's blood-stained face.

Lu Chen still had undried bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were covered in dust and debris.

She reached out and gently patted his face, not too hard, like patting a disobedient cat.

"Tsk tsk, little brother Lu Chen, what happened to you? You look so disheveled."

Her voice carried a hint of laughter, with a slight upward inflection at the end, sounding both teasing and caring.

Lu Chen looked up at her without saying a word.

Seeing that Lu Chen was ignoring her, Mei Ji stretched out her foot and stepped on Lu Chen's foot.

"You little brat, you came here all by yourself without saying a word to steal someone else's bride?"

Her eyes were curved, and the corners of her mouth were curved in an ambiguous arc.

"You're really something, Lu Chen."

Lu Chen opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Mei Ji's finger was already touching his lips.

"Don't explain, I don't want to hear it. All I know is that you now owe Lin Lang a favor, and you owe me an even bigger one."

After speaking, she turned around to face the cultivators. Her purple dress fluttered in the wind. She did not release any spiritual pressure or chant any incantations. She just stood there, looking at them with a condescending gaze in her eyes.

The cultivators felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and several of them looked away.

But soon, they became even angrier.

When did their righteous sect become so easily suppressed by the aura of a witch?

If this gets out, how will they ever face the world again?

Lingyun, standing in the distance, was even more speechless.

One Lu Chen wasn't enough, and now even your own personal disciple is causing trouble. What's wrong with you two? Do you want the Xuantian Sect to die?