Chapter 39: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 16 (Update 1)

Nan Qiao looked at herself in the mirror in a daze. Her lips were as red as cinnabar, her eyebrows were as beautiful as distant mountains, and her hair was long and languid. When she raised her eyes, she could see an endlessly charming and gorgeous color between her eyebrows.

Her jade-colored fingertips lightly grasped her silk skirt, and her breathing seemed to become a little rapid. She turned her eyes away in embarrassment, not daring to cast any more glances at the strange shadow in the mirror.

All the demon servants had left the house. She lowered her head and eyes, revealing her fair white neck, with a domineering red mark as conspicuous as a brand.

A hot chest attacked from behind, and the warm and moist touch on the back of the neck appeared again. Nan Qiao closed his eyes somewhat resignedly.

A broad, hot palm was stuffed into my hand, and a satisfied voice sounded in my ears.

"From today on, Qiao Qiao is my Demon Queen." The soft body nestled in his arms made Lou Mujun couldn't help but sigh.

Lou Mujun looked at the beautiful girl in his arms, for whom he had put on the wedding dress with his own hands. The emptiness in his heart that had existed for hundreds of years seemed to be completely filled by the girl in front of him.

He held her hand and led her step by step to the outside. He wanted to take her to accept the worship of the demons. As long as they accepted the worship and successfully formed a pact, the girl would become the demon queen in the true sense of the word.

The man had a tall and slender figure, and looked handsome and devilish in his red wedding gown. But when he looked down at the girl in her wedding gown beside him, his fierce aura softened instantly.

The woman beside him was wearing a wedding dress that burned like fire, and had a slender figure. Her delicate hand was led by the man beside her, and she walked with delicate steps. They looked like a pair of affectionate lovers.

Wherever the two men passed, the demon envoys and servants all lowered their eyes and saluted, not daring to look up for a moment.

The brightly colored floor-length skirt with piping slowly passed in front of them. If they raised their eyes slightly, they could even vaguely see the embroidered shoes hidden deep in the skirt.

Nan Qiao was led away by Lou Mujun, her eyes blank, like an unconscious wooden man.

The main hall of the Demon Palace was originally a place for meetings, but now the carved beams and painted pillars have been decorated with red silk, the thick black rock is covered with gorgeous carpets, and the tables on both sides are filled with fine wine and delicacies.

The hall was silent. The demons stood on both sides, bowed in front of the table, waiting respectfully and orderly for the arrival of the Demon Lord and Demon Queen.

Nan Qiao was still a little scared after seeing so many demons. She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at the demons. Her hands hanging by her side couldn't help but clenched tighter.

"Don't be afraid." The man beside her kissed her shiny earlobe. As if sensing her fear, he comforted her softly, "With me here, no one dares to hurt you."

His words made her eyelashes tremble, but she did not look up at him. Instead, her clenched fingertips relaxed slightly.

He climbed onto the high platform at the top of the hall, looking down from above. The many demons kneeling below seemed to become insignificant.

"This subordinate pays homage to the Demon Lord and Demon Queen."

The orderly and respectful voices resounded throughout the entire hall, and the roar of fireworks and salutes came from outside the hall, incessantly.

Amidst the noisy sound that resounded through the sky, the beautiful woman in her fiery wedding dress on the high platform was embraced by the man beside her.

"My Demon Queen shares everything with me." The murmur covered all the noise and entered Nan Qiao's ears, making her stunned for a moment.

Raising her head slightly, she met his gaze. His eyes were as dark as ink, and the surging emotions within them made it difficult to look directly at him. He was truly handsome, his beauty tinged with youthful spirit. With his lowered brows and gentle smile, he looked less like a demon than a dashing young knight from a mortal novel.

A person of this appearance was forcing herself like this. The fear and panic of these days surged into the girl's heart. Her eyes felt a little hot and she felt a little wronged.

She lowered her head and stopped looking at him.

Lou Mujun continued to lean over and kissed the ear of the person in his arms. He did not regret using such a tough method to get her. She was already his Demon Queen. There were still many days to come, and he had plenty of time to win her heart.

Lou Mujun looked at the banquet that had started below and decided to take the girl away.

The demons were always unrestrained and would laugh and play without restraint after drinking, which could easily scare the person in his arms.

He put his arm around the girl's waist and was about to leave when he heard urgent shouts from the palace gate, which made him stop.

"Master Demon, a cultivator has broken into the Demon Palace." The demon envoy knelt on one knee and spoke in a hurried tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the demons in the hall were in an uproar. Most of the demons were impatient. The Demon Lord had just ascended to the throne, so to show their loyalty, they all took out their weapons and wanted to fight to the death with the monk.

Lou Mujun paused. The noisy sounds in the hall did not attract his attention at all. He just kept his eyes on the face of the girl in his arms without any expression.

She was looking outside the palace gate, and the hope in her eyes made Lou Mujun's face darken.

She had already guessed who the monk was and was hoping that he could save her and take her away from him.

What a pity, Lou Mujun thought with regret, he could not help her realize this wish.

He could satisfy any of her requests, but he would never allow her to escape from him.

"Qiao Qiao, go back to your room first. I'll leave after I finish dealing with these things."

The word "husband" made Nan Qiao turn her head suddenly, and she met his smiling face, with anger in her eyes.

She had never seen anyone so shameless.

"I'm not going back. I want to go for a walk. Didn't you say I'm your Demon Queen and that I share everything with you?" She blinked her thick eyelashes and spoke in a gentle tone, "Since I'm your Demon Queen, don't I even have the right to visit your residence?"

Lou Mujun paused his palm on the girl's back and looked into her eyes with a serious look. There was a guilt in her clear eyes that he couldn't hide in time.

He laughed in vain. His Demon Queen was too pure. Any little thoughts were hidden in her clear and transparent eyes. As long as you look closely, you can find them.

But this was her only request in all these days besides leaving, and even though he knew she had some ulterior motives, he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Of course you can." He nodded, carefully arranged the servants around her, and watched her leave with a smile.

Only after watching the girl surrounded by servants disappear at the palace gate did Lou Mujun retract his gaze, glance at the festive wedding dress on her body, and also strode towards the palace gate.

Outside the Demon Palace, Rong Yin's expression was grim as he brandished the magic sword in his hand, slaughtering the demons that swarmed in like swarms.

Dressed in black and filled with murderous intent, he did not look like the cold and aloof Immortal Lord, but rather like the Shura God of Killing who reaped lives.

His fellow demons fell one after another, which terrified the other demons surrounding him. They circled around him but kept retreating, and they could hardly hold the weapons in their hands.

"The Immortal Lord's visit has truly brought glory to my humble demon palace." A lazy and deep male voice came from inside, making all the demons feel relieved.

"Today is my great day. If you want a drink, just say so..." Lou Mujun subtly glanced at the scattered demon servants on the ground: "Why resort to knife-wielding and robbery?"

Rong Yin did not respond to his words, but just stared calmly at the other person's dazzling red clothes, and the murderous intent in his body increased several times.

Lou Mujun followed the other person's gaze and also let his eyes fall on the bright red wedding dress he was wearing. He said as if he suddenly realized something, "Excuse me, Immortal Venerable. Today is the day when my wife and I are happily married. I am hosting a banquet to entertain all guests."

"I've heard that the Immortal Venerable has always been simple and elegant. I guess he doesn't know much about wedding attire in this mortal world."

"My Demon Queen has always been interested in things of the mortal world. To please her, I have changed this covenant ceremony into a mortal one. Immortal Venerable, take a look at this bright red wedding dress. Do you find it pleasing to the eye?"

Lou Mujun was talking and laughing, just like a newlywed groom in the mortal world, showing off his flattery to his beloved, and his love and intimacy for his partner were beyond words.

Rong Yin's expression did not change, but he gripped his natal sword with much greater force. He seemed not to want to listen to the other party's nonsense anymore, so he raised his sword and attacked.

The sharp sword came with murderous intent, but Lou Mujun moved his hind legs lightly on the toes to avoid the sword that was heading straight for his dantian.

Seeing that the sword missed, Rong Yin's brows furrowed and he quickly moved forward. Then he slashed with the sword tip, and invisible sword intent flew out, heading straight towards the red-clothed Demon Lord opposite.

Since Lou Mujun could become the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, his strength should not be underestimated. The demonic energy in his hand condensed into a whip, and he swung his right arm towards the sword intent, instantly defeating it.

Two figures, one Xuan and one Hong, were fighting fiercely. Both were supreme figures in the world of cultivation and magic, with extraordinary strength. Every move they made was aimed at the death of the other. For a moment, sword intent and magic power were flying everywhere, even affecting other demons nearby.

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Nan Qiao was unaware that a fight had already broken out outside the Demon Palace. At this time, he was being led by the Demon Palace attendants to casually inspect the layout of the Demon Palace.

She paused to gaze at the vibrant red irises in bloom in the flowerbed. These were spiritual flowers unique to the demonic realm, nurtured by demonic energy. Their leaves were small, their buds large, and their appearance dazzling.

The flower garden in the Demon Palace is very large. In order to please his sweetheart, Lou Mujun specially marked out a piece of land, set up a spirit gathering array with spirit beads, and specially transplanted some flowers and plants unique to the cultivation world.

Nan Qiao turned and stared at the spiritual flowers in the spiritual formation. It was obvious that the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan had a deep understanding of the formation. The spiritual gathering formation was very effective, the encircled area was full of spiritual energy, and at the same time it blocked the invading demonic energy.

But even if the spiritual energy is abundant, the spiritual flower will inevitably become overwhelmed if it leaves the environment on which it depends for survival. The originally green and stretched branches and leaves will curl up a little, and the tips of the leaves will even turn noticeably yellow.

The girl looked at the yellow, a little dazed, and felt as if she was the spiritual flower in the flower garden, forced to be transplanted to an environment that was not suitable for it, and Lou Mujun was like the spirit gathering array outside the flower garden, protecting her in the unfamiliar environment and imprisoning her at the same time.

She was a little sad, and gently held the phantom mirror on her chest with her bare hands. This was a gift from her father, and all the accidents started when the phantom mirror was broken.

"Qiao Qiao."

The sudden call startled Nan Qiao. She looked up in surprise and looked around, but found nothing. There was only a group of demon servants around her who lowered their heads and dared not look at her.

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