Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 346 Arrogance

Chapter 346: Chapter 346 Arrogance

Madness! This is madness!

Arrogance! Such arrogance!

Arrogance! Such arrogance!

When they heard Yang Tian’s words, they all felt the same way.

For someone to crash the wedding uninvited, it wasn’t an honor for the Ji Family.

Moreover, Master Ji held such a high status in the family, and beyond, he was a figure feared throughout all of China!

In their eyes, Yang Tian was merely a young man of around eighteen—if age were anything to go by, he could be considered Master Ji’s grandson.

How could such a yellow-haired kid dare speak so brazenly?

"Oh, I’ve long heard of you, but I hadn’t expected to see you in such a way!"

"I’m afraid that what happens next won’t go so smoothly! The Ji Family is not a group to be trifled with."

"When the Ji Family gets angry, the flames engulf everything. This boy is far too arrogant; not only is he courting disaster himself, but he also risks dragging down the forces backing him!"

Guests who were on friendly terms with the Ji Family shook their heads, mocking Yang Tian’s recklessness.

Some were even prepared to step forward, intending to directly help the Ji Family teach this brat who didn’t know the immensity of the heavens a lesson and throw him out.

But just at that moment, Master Ji let out a faint snort and took a deep breath. "Mr. Yang, for you to attend my family’s wedding banquet, it’s clear you consider us worthy. Who are we to speak of qualifications? Please, come forth!"

With that, Master Ji personally approached the center table and moved a chair, waiting in silence for Yang Tian to take his seat.

Yang Tian glanced around, then swaggered his way forward.

Suddenly, everyone froze in absolute shock.

At the same time, a certain name arose in their minds.

Mr. Yang?

The Yang name—qualified to break through the gates unannounced, forcing someone like Master Ji not only to swallow his pride but to treat this invader as a guest—how many people could meet such qualifications?

Him?

The man who took China by storm, declared dead over a year ago?

Could he still be alive?

And now he’s come back?

The thought sent chills down some people’s spines, making their necks stiff as they trembled.

Meanwhile, those affiliated with the Ji Family’s inner circle grew visibly restless. After all, they had access to information others didn’t, and they knew more!

Black hair, lean build, approximately eighteen years old—the image matched perfectly.

But if the rumors about the bride not wanting to marry the Ji Family were true... might it have something to do with this man?

Right now, this young man, suspected of being that legend, was brazenly sitting in a seat at the wedding, a place of honor.

Was the Ji Family really unsure whether to react or let such an unprecedented event occur right under their noses?

Or had they simply chosen tolerance, either because of him or due to some uncertain views of themselves?

Regardless of the reasons, everyone shared a growing certainty: This wedding would not be ordinary!

Watching the expressions in the room as eyes darted between one another and then shifted back to the composed, indifferent Yang Tian seated in the center, Elder Ji’s fury flared, yet he swallowed it and retook his high seat.

A raspy, ancient voice whispered into his ear, "Brother Ji! We have an elder present here. Let this rude brat go unchecked for now; otherwise, the elders might feel compelled to intervene. Let everything proceed as planned!"

The voice belonged to Elder Deng Bingqiu.

Upon hearing this, Master Ji’s tense brow gradually relaxed. He nodded toward the man beside him.

The man stood up and shouted, "All guests, please take your seats and witness this ceremony! Today we celebrate the union of Miss Yan Ran and Mr. Wu Hao from the Hao Family. Let us begin with the heaven and earth worship!"

Wu Hao immediately took hold of the graceful woman in a crimson bridal veil, both turning to face the ceremonial altar to bow.

At this moment, everyone glanced at Yang Tian.

But Yang Tian truly seemed like an onlooker at the wedding, seated there without any trace of grief, joy, or intent to interrupt.

The crowd slowly exhaled in relief, feeling certain this wedding would conclude without incident after all.

After all, in a traditional Chinese wedding, once the three ceremonial bows are completed, the marriage becomes official, and the couple proceeds to the bridal chamber.

So, once the three rituals were finished, even if Yang Tian had some other plans, it would be too late to act.

Indeed, the man officiating became visibly relaxed, laughing joyfully as he exclaimed, "The ceremony is complete! Escort the couple to their bridal chamber—"

"Hold it!"

Suddenly, a thunderous voice pierced through the air, silencing the room.

At the very moment when everyone thought it was too late, Yang Tian finally spoke: "Master Ji, the three bows have concluded, and with this, the wedding should be considered complete. Now, when will you hand over Ji Yanran to me?"

"Or perhaps... shall I take her from your family myself?"

As he spoke, Yang Tian turned to the veiled red-clad bride and smiled faintly.

No one knew how to react.

Take Ji Yanran away?

At this moment, Ji Yanran stood by Wu Hao’s side, having just completed the wedding rites.

To interrupt only now—was Yang Tian mocking them or issuing some kind of provocation?

The crowd was utterly baffled by his motives and demeanor.

Wu Hao’s eyes burned with rage as he stared at Yang Tian, his clenched fists trembling. It seemed as though he was suppressing a desire to attack Yang Tian outright.

But then he remembered—his wife was now officially his. For Yang Tian to open his mouth at this moment to make such a demand... to take her away!

How could Wu Hao, as a man, not feel furious?

Elder Ji’s face was similarly dark with anger as he gritted his teeth, snapping, "What is the meaning of this? Do you think you can treat us so contemptuously?"

Yang Tian simply smirked but said nothing in return.

To him, the Ji Family’s wrath was of little consequence at the moment.

Seeing Yang Tian’s unbothered attitude, Elder Ji’s fury deepened, but he chose not to act impulsively.

Meanwhile, atop the platform, Deng Bingqiu, who had been seated with his eyes narrowed, finally rose to his feet, his voice chilling as he declared, "So arrogant! Let me, an elder, teach you proper manners!"

With those words, Deng Bingqiu took a step forward, and the atmosphere around Emperor Dragon Villa instantly shifted, a suffocating pressure rippling outward.

Under this oppressive aura, the faces of Yunzhou’s aristocrats turned ashen, and the warriors present felt their blood run cold.

Even among the highest-ranked martial artists associated with the Su Chamber of Commerce, those on par with provincial elites, few could withstand Deng Bingqiu’s overwhelming energy. One after another, they trembled and exclaimed, "Innate... Innate King Wu!"

Innate King Wu?

Hearing this, Master Ji sneered contemptuously.

To counter Yang Tian, Deng Bingqiu—the mighty elder from Xuantian Sect—had been invited. How could mere martial artists from Yunzhou compare?

Deng Bingqiu wasn’t merely an Innate King Wu; as the enigmatic elder of the Xuantian Sect, he was a powerhouse boasting Divine Power, second only to the sect master himself!

If not for his reverence toward Deng Bingqiu, how would Master Ji have dared to imprison Ji Yanran and push forward her marriage to Wu Hao with such confidence?

And knowing Yang Tian had survived, why else would he stubbornly proceed with the wedding between Yan Ran and Wu Hao?

Deng Bingqiu was far older than Yang Tian—his experience alone could crush him. The salt Deng Bingqiu had eaten far outweighed the rice Yang Tian had consumed.

Even if Yang Tian were considered a "heavenly talent," could mere talent make up for such a vast experiential gap?

Experience, too, was a form of power.

All of this was crystal clear to the older martial artists present.

Thus, as their gazes locked onto Yang Tian, they grew colder, their anticipation tinged with a sense of cruel inevitability.

No matter how strong Yang Tian might have been, as long as he died today, he was worth nothing.

And with Deng Bingqiu’s backing, the Ji Family would surely soar to new heights.

This entire line of thought played out in Master Ji’s mind in an instant.

In that fleeting moment, Deng Bingqiu had already made his move against Yang Tian.

Step by step, Deng Bingqiu approached, his figure descending upon the hall like an immovable mountain, his posture every bit that of an invincible master.