Chapter 68 A twisted sense of humor suddenly arose at this moment…

I've never seen such a spineless person before. Yao Jin didn't even say a word before Meng Ji delivered his message.

"It's alright, I'll take care of it."

"I can channel my spiritual power so you can cast a spell."

“I can cast the spell again and demonstrate it to you.”

"With your intelligence, Madam, you'll surely learn it in no time." Tears streamed down Meng Ji's face as he spoke, one sentence after another.

Yao Jin watched coldly, wishing she could go back to when she was speaking, pinch herself hard, and get rid of that useless pity.

The one who is pitiful is not the others, but her.

Yao Jin neither said it was good nor bad, he just stood there watching.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere seemed to have never happened. Meng Ji carefully removed the fragments from Yao Jin's hand, stood affectionately behind her, and taught her the incantation step by step.

His fickle attitude annoyed Yao Jinxin. But the spell could only be performed once, so she forced herself to listen.

"Did you hear me?" Meng Ji asked from behind her.

The incantation was lengthy, and the incantation-forming posture was indescribably cumbersome. Yao Jin was truly annoyed and very impatient. "I can't remember it, I can't see it clearly, you're so annoying, I'm going to die."

The spell was complete. Although he felt nothing, Meng Ji was filled with immense satisfaction. He chuckled to himself and stopped pressing for answers.

This laugh was undoubtedly a provocation, and Yao Jin became even more displeased. He immediately reached out and grabbed Meng Ji's arm, pulling him towards him.

This kind of close-range attack might have really hit someone else, but Meng Ji reacted immediately, and the instinct to fight back was ingrained in his bones.

But this was not an enemy; it was his wife.

Meng Ji's tense muscles immediately relaxed, and with a barely perceptible force, he was almost cooperatively pulled over.

Then, a row of bright, fragmented lights flashed past my eyes.

"hiss."

A soft chuckle rang out, and Meng Ji immediately composed himself. However, when he saw the small but deep tooth mark on his arm and the expression on his wife's face as if she had been bitten, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

That's good too. It's good to say everything out loud and vent your anger on the spot.

Fine, let her have her way.

Just relax for a bit.

At the same time, Yao Jin also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The hard battle of the night was finally over. In the undisturbed night, Yao Jin slept soundly, but there was also a hint of unease.

The next morning, she waited early at Wugou Pavilion.

Chi Yi arrived early, and his injuries were clearly healed, which was undoubtedly thanks to his father. However, he didn't look well and sighed deeply as he entered, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

When Meng Ji cast the Soul-Chasing Curse, he didn't try to hide it from everyone. Even though he had racked his brains the night before to create a story he thought was flawless, his father, Elder Chi, exposed it without mercy the moment he mentioned the Soul-Chasing Curse.

Even now, he still vividly remembers the feeling of being angrily poked on the forehead.

“The Soul-Chasing Curse is not difficult to break, but you need to know the root of the curse,” Chi Yi said.

Everyone has their own way of forming a spell, which is like adding a final layer of insurance to the spell, just like considering the owner before beating a dog. Although Elder Chi was not afraid of this young man, he had no reason to help Yao Jin.

But Yao Jin immediately said, "I know!"

Thanks to Meng Ji's personal demonstration last night, the process of breaking the curse became exceptionally smooth. Although the feeling was exactly the same, it became surprisingly carefree at the moment the curse was broken.

The feeling of being forced and unable to escape, the shackles that bound you like a prisoner, the pain etched into your bones and impossible to get rid of—all of that vanished, leaving you feeling reborn.

The sky gradually brightened.

The gloom of the past few days seemed to have been dispelled, and in that instant, the sunlight seemed exceptionally close and exceptionally dazzling.

Yao Jin looked out the window and thought, "This is wonderful."

"What?" Chi Yi didn't hear clearly. He almost immediately grabbed the golden sleeve. "Let's go first."

Plans can't keep up with changes, let's just run away first.

Now that Yao Jin was completely free, she was not the kind of person who would willingly allow herself to be humiliated. At this moment, a plan came to her mind, and her original plan instantly turned into a terrible farce. She first slapped Chi Yi's hand away, and with a smirk, asked, "Can your puppet talk?"

Puppetry is not uncommon, but it is mostly used for feigning weakness. As long as the instructions are followed, everything is fine, and no one studies its other tricks.

So generally it's not possible.

But these words happened to come across Chi Yi, a person with a playful nature. He had been under the strict discipline of Elder Chi since childhood and had long been repressed. He was extremely knowledgeable about these kinds of things that had no real practical use.

Without needing to say anything more, Chi Yi immediately understood, "Yes, of course."

*

The wedding arrangements are being made intensively, and the ceremony for becoming the sect leader will take place on the wedding day.

Almost everyone assumed that Meng Ji would marry Leng Dandan.

As for Yao Jin, she was just an insignificant witch.

It's fine to include it along with other things.

But only Meng Ji knew that it wasn't true.

In the past, he certainly wouldn't have let this misunderstanding spread. Even if he disliked his junior sister, he wouldn't tarnish a woman's reputation. But after what happened in the illusion or after learning about those things later, his heart could no longer remain bound by these traditional rituals.

His wife could not tolerate being bullied by others.

Bright red decorations were set up in almost every corner of Buzhou Mountain, and the festive atmosphere was evident on everyone's face.

Leng Dandan was even more so. From early morning, she had been burning incense and bathing with great anticipation. The wedding attendant had also applied an exquisite makeup to her face, which was quite different from her usual pure appearance, yet strangely harmonious.

The immortal sect held a grand celebration, with everything being of the highest standard, and the spiritual veins were opened well in advance.

Singing accompanied her as she left the room. Beneath the veil were cold, upturned lips. She tiptoed into the sedan chair.

Yao Jin, who was considered a bystander and looked down upon by everyone, walked to the main hall.

On the way, Xiaoyun beside her was indignant and said, "Madam, even though it's so close, you're still newlyweds. You should have a sedan chair."

The golden eyes beneath the veil were slightly lowered. Upon hearing this, her eyebrows twitched slightly, an extremely discordant curve appearing on her face. But the next second, those raised eyebrows lowered slightly, slowly adjusting to a normal expression. When she spoke, her voice was deliberate and clear, "Yes, this, bad thing."

"A bunch of bad things."

Xiaoyun was so focused on this unfair treatment that she didn't notice that the reply had taken too long, or anything like that.

But Xiaoyun felt that her words were too discouraging and would affect the relationship between the lady and the immortal, so she comforted her instead, saying, "It's alright, lady, your relationship with the immortal is much better than that person's."

A person may need a reason to like someone, but they don't need a reason to dislike someone. Even before meeting, Xiaoyun had already started to dislike Leng Dandan.

As they were talking, they arrived at the main hall.

Xiao Yun steadily helped the person into the main hall.

The auspicious hour was approaching. The statues of the Three Pure Ones, enshrined in the main hall, were incredibly majestic. Several long sticks of incense had already been lit, giving one the illusion of having stumbled into a Taoist temple. On the altar beside them, a basin of water and a small knife were prepared, making it clear that a formal ceremony was about to take place.

Yao Jinmai's small steps suddenly paused.

"Madam?" Xiaoyun asked, slightly puzzled, then stopped.

It was a very soft sound, almost whispered in Yao Jin's ear, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Ji, who was standing opposite him, immediately followed up with an inquiry.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Ji pursed his lips, feeling uneasy even from the slightest movement.

Indeed, he got up almost earlier than Yao Jin, the bride, and carefully smoothed out every possible wrinkle on the hem of his clothes in front of the mirror. He then used a wet comb to tie his black hair neatly, and even the sash around his waist was inlaid with many bright malachite stones.

This was the first time he had worn such a grand and formal outfit. The previous ceremony with Yaojin was too simple. Perhaps it was because of her status that they could not form a bond, or perhaps he had not paid enough attention at the time. In any case, that wedding was not memorable enough.

Therefore, he made careful preparations this time.

He kept a close eye on Yao Jin's every move so that he could immediately ask questions about Xiao Yun's subtle actions.

A sudden, inexplicable panic surged into his heart. In the short time it took to wait for an answer, Meng Ji couldn't resist the urge to walk over and lift the red veil.

But Yao Jin took another step and said, word by word, "Nothing."

She paused, then her voice became soft and clear, "I'm tired from walking."

Tired from walking?

These words caused Leng Dandan's nails to dig deep into her palms. Especially after the cautious and careful manner of the person beside her, the venom in her eyes almost materialized, as if it could burst through the veil at any moment.

But this is her wedding, her joyous occasion.

She can't.

Leng Dandan managed to bring a smile to her voice, but her beautiful face twisted in pain. Through the bright red veil, she took another precise step closer to Meng Ji, "Senior brother, it's time to offer incense."

Once the incense is offered, the sect leader ceremony is considered complete.

Next comes the marriage contract.

As long as the marriage contract is signed, as long as the marriage contract is signed...

Meng Ji did not answer immediately. Even the obvious displeasure of the elders and Xu Jinan around him made it difficult for him to make another move. His gaze was fixed on Yao Jin. Only when he saw the other party's figure gradually approaching did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Yes." Meng Ji raised three sticks of incense and turned to kowtow.

Singing resumed around him, and Xu Jinan stepped forward to present him with the crown.

A voice announced the completion of the ceremony, deep and resonant like a bell, and everything proceeded smoothly. Next came the marriage contract. As agreed beforehand, Leng Dandan, as the sect leader, was the first in line, and Yao Jin was the second.

But at this moment, Yao Jin was already standing next to Leng Dandan, the two red figures almost blending together and indistinguishable from one another.

Leng Dandan stepped forward without hesitation, but just as she was about to speak, a sudden voice interrupted her.

--"slow."