Chapter 69 In an instant

The ceremony was so grand that it created an atmosphere of extreme tension, amplifying even the slightest sound, let alone the arrogant one.

"Wait," Yao Jin said.

Leng Dandan's eyes were as sharp as needles as she swept over.

A smile crept into Meng Ji's eyes. He didn't speak, but just stared intently at Yao Jin.

An expectation called joy is slowly overflowing from the water.

"I'll go first."

Yao Jin walked step by step to the two of them, squeezing between them with a very assertive attitude. Her red veil was still on, and her beautiful head was held high.

The Eastern Palace overpowers the Western Palace in terms of ranking. Since both are married at the same time, this order determines who is superior and who will dominate whom in the future!

This was completely different from what they had agreed on before. How could Leng Dandan allow it? She immediately lifted her veil, glaring angrily, "Impossible!"

Leng Dandan immediately rejected the proposal.

Yao Jin didn't back down and raised his voice again, "I'll go first."

This uncompromising attitude, aside from being a rivalry between women, leaves no room for speculation. The joyful elation, no longer hidden, finally surfaced with an overwhelming force; if you listened closely, you could even hear the bubbling sounds.

Bang, bang...

Meng Ji's heart pounded like a drum, devoid of any other emotions.

His eyes shone unnaturally, and his entire body leaned towards Yao Jin, standing in opposition. Even the curve of his usually steady eyebrows was now upturned. This was a silent expression of his attitude, yet it was precisely this attitude that made Leng Dandan feel as if she had fallen into an abyss.

Panic enveloped her, and the image of her senior brother's unyielding attitude that day flashed through her mind like a series of scenes, becoming more and more vivid and clear.

Feelings of grievance and resentment suddenly welled up inside Leng Dandan, suffocating her. She abruptly threw the veil she was clutching onto the ground. The bright red veil that fell to the ground seemed to emit a mocking sound, shattering her heart and soul.

Leng Dandan took a step back, sobbing uncontrollably, "No, that's not how it is."

Even now, she still harbored illusions, tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling as she asked, "Senior brother, what do you think?"

Even though things had clearly gone beyond expectations, and even though the lady's attitude had delighted Meng Ji, he still felt that the whole situation was an illusion, so beautiful that it was hard to believe.

Perhaps love is an insatiable chasm, and Mengji wanted to confirm it again, just to get closer and better into this beautiful dream.

He smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the breeze. "Of course."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Gasps rose and fell, disbelief filled the eyes of the elders and disciples, and Xu Jinan's eyes were unusually gloomy. "Have you thought this through? You won't regret it?"

This is tantamount to a public challenge. If Xu Jinan and Meng Ji had spent more time together, Xu Jinan would probably have been more prepared.

But no, Xu Jinan felt nothing but the rage of having been caught in the crossfire and having his eyes pecked out by an eagle.

He couldn't maintain his usual kind-hearted demeanor at all; only at this moment did he truly want to kill Meng Ji.

How dare you, you brat...?

Xu Jinan mobilized his spiritual power, his eyes revealing a murderous intent. "Once you've made up your mind, there's no going back."

No one knows a daughter better than her father, and vice versa.

Leng Dandan could almost immediately see her father's murderous intent. A woman obeys her father at home and her husband after marriage. Even though the ceremony was not yet completed, her heart had already leaned towards this future husband.

This wedding is far too grand. From the announcement of the good news to the posting of the wedding announcement, and then to everyone's celebration, it has long since become more than just a simple marriage between two people. Now, the situation is like putting people on a hot seat.

"Ah, ahh!" Leng Dandan suddenly burst out with a cry, "No, it's not like that, it's not like that."

The shrill female voice contained a despair that was immediately apparent. This despair pierced the heavens, bringing immense satisfaction to Yao Jin—or rather, to Yao Jin, who possessed a wisp of soul and could sense this place.

Ten thousand feet away, a pair of jet-black eyes shone brightly, their captivating brilliance revealing an indescribable joy and delight.

“That’s how it is.” Yao Jin’s lips curled up, and she clapped her hands childishly.

This joy was so unrestrained that even the puppets, separated by thousands of feet and located within the main hall of the Immaculate Pavilion, no longer stiffened. In an instant, ink seemed to coat the gears of every joint, causing them to clap in unison.

Clap clap clap.

The clear, crisp sound was clearly out of place with the sorrowful atmosphere.

At first, this body's even raised eyebrow resembled that of a poorly performing actor, but the longer the soul stayed in the puppet's body, the more it was able to merge together.

"Hehe." The veil was shaken off, and Yao Jin tilted her head and chuckled, still clapping her hands. Her excitement tinged the puppet's face with a blush, revealing a kind of innocent cruelty. She didn't even notice that things had fallen off her body.

Xiao Yun, who was behind her, felt relieved and did not follow the rules of the mortal family to persuade Yao Jin. Instead, she did her best to fulfill her duties as a maid and silently picked up the gold hairpin and other items that had fallen on the ground.

Suddenly, she froze for a moment, then casually gathered all the things together.

"Aaaaaah!" Leng Dandan screamed in despair, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault... If it weren't for your senior brother, he would never have abandoned me."

Doing so is like driving a dog into a dead end, which will inevitably backfire. It's like sprinkling white scales into a raging fire to increase its ignition point; the flames spread everywhere, and the tongues of fire lick the snake's forked tongue as it instantly retaliates.

Leng Dandan's desperate tears streamed down her face, her venomous eyes wishing she could nail Yao Jin to the spot. Suddenly, she moved swiftly, pulling the gold hairpin from her hair and lunging at Yao Jin, yelling, "Die! Die!"

"Go to hell!!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos. Some people cried out and rushed forward to try to stop the murder, while others quickly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire. Those who wanted to retreat and those who wanted to move forward collided, and due to the urgency, they all crashed down, creating a mountain of people.

Leng Dandan's eyes were bloodshot, and the sharp thorns of the golden hairpin intertwined with her killing intent, transforming into a deadly demon that approached Yao Jin. At that moment, Meng Ji's pupils shrank drastically.

In a flash, he leaped forward and pounced in front of Yao Jin's body.

The two fell to the ground instantly, barely avoiding the golden hairpin that was thrust at them. The considerable impact caused Yao Jin's fragile body to creak and crack. Then, her body felt light, and she was flipped over. Meng Ji held her in his arms, and the back of her head was cushioned by Meng Ji's hand.

The tight distance between them made Meng Ji's aura extremely strong. The cool woody scent mixed with the incense from the temple swept over her in a domineering manner, even penetrating her internal organs and engraving itself into her soul.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Yao Jin's eyes were filled with only one person. Her heart pounded wildly, then stopped for a moment at its peak. She instinctively tried to break free.

"Don't move." Meng Ji braced himself on his elbows, his breath hot.

Pat pat...

Blood trickled down his lips, and those tiny, alluring drops of burning heat instantly turned into scorching wounds.

Yao Jin looked at him helplessly, "W-what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Meng Ji said.

But how could he be alright? At this time, Meng Ji had not yet developed into the heavy, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted physique of a young man. His entire back was thin, and his bone structure was significantly greater than his muscles. From behind, he just looked like a lean but explosive young man.

His shoulder blades were bent into the shape of butterfly wings because of the posture of supporting himself on the ground, and a gold hairpin that did not reach the bottom was stuck directly below them!

That kind of hatred that made Leng Dandan act quickly and ruthlessly. If Meng Ji had been a step slower, the golden hairpin would be stuck in Yao Jin's heart right now.

Even at such close range, Yao Jin sensed something. She was completely disoriented, and her hands trembled as she reached out to touch Meng Ji's back. When she touched something that was clearly a sharp object, her eyes instantly reddened.

"No, no, no..." Leng Dandan was clearly frightened as well, but as the panic subsided, an even greater hatred followed. She threw her head back and laughed maniacally, "You're actually willing to die for her?!"

Leng Dandan's face was a mix of blue and purple, as if she had made a decision. She quickly pulled out another gold hairpin from her hair and lunged forward:

"Go to hell, all of you die!"

The sharp golden hairpin reappeared, this time imbued with a white aura.

This is the spiritual power of a cultivator.

This is the end...

Shaking gold thoughts.

In that instant, all resentment and melancholy vanished, and all that remained in Yao Jin's eyes, besides the roof beam above, was that sharp weapon. With a sudden burst of strength, she pulled her hands back and gripped Meng Ji, tumbling him over.

In the midst of the dizzying spin, his senses were amplified to an extreme degree. Yao Jin could hear all the joints in his body loosening, making a creaking sound like a building about to collapse.

The clicking and thud sounds rang out simultaneously, indistinguishable in which came first.

With a clang, Leng Dandan's body fell to the ground. She was utterly disappointed when she saw the hairpin in her hand, then looked at the two people beside her and let out a few strange, gurgling laughs.

The golden hairpin, which had pierced his body, was completely embedded in his flesh, yet Meng Ji felt nothing. His cultivator instincts told him that he had just experienced a life-or-death battle.

Don't underestimate anyone.

This was something Meng Ji had known since he was old enough to understand. His father was defeated because he underestimated his opponent, which is why he was cut off piece by piece.

But what about now?

It's alright, the hairpin is still in their hands, isn't it?

Meng Ji was filled with remorse and quickly shielded Yao Jin to his body, repeatedly reassuring her, "It's alright, it's alright."

“…Hmm.” Yao Jin answered with difficulty, deep scratches running from his shoulder to his waist on his back. The series of movements he had just performed with all his might had already put a strain on the puppet’s body, and his joints were stiffening rapidly.

Her fading consciousness swiftly pulled at her hidden soul, and she finally narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"It's all in the past, I forgive you."