"Young master, please don't be angry, I... I'll tell you."
Crystalline tears welled up and slid down Ye Qianzhi's cheeks.
Ye Qianzhi choked up and said, "My master... my master arranged a marriage for me."
"What!?" In that instant, Zhang Yun felt as if he had lost the most important thing. He was stunned and a little panicked at the same time.
No matter how difficult the predicament or how fierce the battle, Zhang Yun had almost never been this panicked.
Unbeknownst to him, Ye Qianzhi's importance to him had long since become indescribable.
"So you didn't want to, but you didn't agree either?" After calming down a bit, Zhang Yun asked.
"Of course I resolutely refused. I also swore that I would never leave you in this lifetime, but..." Ye Qianzhi finally broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
"But what?" Zhang Yun was struck dumb, his heart shattered, and his eyes surged with murderous intent, turning into a ferocious, blood-red color, like a primordial beast from ancient times.
"Did they force you?"
Zhang Yun's eyes were utterly cold, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh.
Even at this moment, Zhang Yun remained calm.
He thought about it carefully and realized that the old sect leader's attitude towards him today was a bit strange.
Perhaps because of his own talent, and because Qianzhi pleaded for him, the old sect leader did not punish him severely.
However, although he had always been in the Yunwu Sect, he had never met the old sect master. A mere three-month confinement punishment was far too lenient.
Thinking back to Ye Qianzhi's matter, Zhang Yun suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.
"Qianzhi, is it because of this that you..."
"You silly girl, what am I supposed to say to you!"
Qianzhi sacrificed herself for him without hesitation, which moved him and made him angry at the same time.
"So, did you agree to their request or not?" This was the question Zhang Yun was most concerned about.
"No, I just said I'd think about it." Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Ye Qianzhi forced a smile, her beautiful eyes revealing deep reluctance.
She understood perfectly well that even if she didn't agree, the outcome wouldn't change anything.
It was only because the opponent's power and strength were too overwhelming, clearly superior to Yunwu Sect, that Master had no choice but to do this for the sake of the overall situation.
She will never betray the young master in this lifetime.
So she had already decided that if things didn't turn around the day before her wedding, she would commit suicide to atone for her sins.
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Chapter 103 Developing Supreme Divine Artifacts and Techniques!
"It's good that you didn't agree. Do you think the old sect leader would force you to marry?" Zhang Yun said.
Since joining the sect, Zhang Yun has spent most of his time in the outer sect. However, it has long been rumored within the sect that the former sect leader, Ye Jun, highly values Ye Qianzhi, his last disciple, and even intends to appoint her as the sect's holy maiden, making her one of the candidates for the next sect leader of Yunwu Sect.
Since Ye Jun favors Ye Qianzhi so much, he probably won't force her to get married.
“Young Master knows about the Holy Gate,” Ye Qianzhi suddenly asked.
"The Holy Gate?" Zhang Yun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "I've heard some rumors about the Holy Gate. Could it be..."
The Holy Gate is a transcendent power that rules over a hundred kingdoms in the eastern part of the Heavenly Dragon Domain, standing above all other kingdoms.
The Eastern Territory is extremely vast, and the Holy Gate is divided into twelve palaces, which are stationed in various locations within the Eastern Territory to assist the Holy Gate headquarters in managing the various countries.
Since the founding of the Holy Church, various countries have made every effort to send outstanding talents to the Holy Temple.
Once one becomes a disciple of the Temple, one's status naturally rises accordingly, and this change cannot be reversed overnight.
In fact, some temple disciples hold a position of equal standing with emperors, enjoying respect and wielding considerable influence.
However, neither the Holy Gate nor the Holy Temple interferes in the internal affairs of other countries. Once they do, a single word can cause an empire to change hands and a dynasty to be replaced!
Ye Qianzhi's mention of the Holy Gate at this time gave Zhang Yun a vague sense of unease.
"Hmm." Ye Qianzhi nodded gently, sorrow etched on her brows: "Zhang Zigu's brother, Zhang Yang, comes from one of the twelve Holy Temples of the Holy Gate. Even the Emperor of Great Qin has to show him respect. The person who sent the marriage proposal comes from the real Holy Gate, whose status is far superior to Zhang Yang's."
With his fists clenched together, Zhang Yun immediately felt an immense pressure.
So that's how it is. No wonder even the old sect leader was powerless. It turns out that person came from the Holy Sect.
Before the colossal Holy Gate, the mere Cloud Martial Sect was as insignificant and weak as dust, not daring to even entertain the slightest thought of resistance.
Otherwise, at best, the Yunwu Clan would be wiped out and razed to the ground by an unparalleled expert; at worst, the entire Great Qin Empire would be implicated.
The Holy Gate put pressure on the Holy Temple, the Holy Temple put pressure on the Great Qin Empire, and the Great Qin Empire put pressure on the Yunwu Sect.
With pressure coming in layer upon layer, even the old sect leader might find it hard to breathe.
There was one thing that Zhang Yun found strange: the Holy Gate was tens of thousands of miles away, so in theory, it would not pay attention to a country like the Great Qin Empire, let alone a sect like the Yunwu Sect.
Why would someone from the Holy Gate choose Ye Qianzhi?
Zhang Yun couldn't help but ask this question.
"Because that person is an old acquaintance of ours, Zhang Hao!"