A sweet female voice, tinged with sobs, rang out at the wedding banquet, easily attracting everyone's attention.
This also successfully interrupted Yun Wunian's next words.
They still came.
Jiang Fei lowered her eyes and chuckled softly to herself.
Yun Wunian followed the sound and looked toward the door. His expression froze when he saw the woman standing there.
The woman's features were remarkably similar to Lin Ningyan's.
Or rather, Lin Ningyan is like her.
They looked as if they were carved from the same mold.
Tang Feiyan looked at Yun Wunian, who was dressed in wedding attire, and her eyes reddened even more. Meeting his gaze as if he were looking at a stranger, she gradually stopped and whispered, "Master, it's me, it's Yan'er!"
Swallow?
Yun Wunian's body trembled, and a jumble of thoughts popped into his mind again.
"Master, Yan'er really likes you."
"Master, Yan'er will definitely cultivate diligently and become someone worthy of you!"
"Master..."
The color drained from Yun Wunian's face, and his head throbbed with pain, as if he had suddenly gained many memories that did not belong to him at all.
Wunian Mountain.
Immortal cultivation.
Tang Feiyan.
Tribulations.
...
Smoke, swallows.
So, there was never any smoke, only swallows?
Yun Wunian's hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if something inside his body was roaring and trying to burst out.
"Cough." He suddenly coughed, a warm, metallic taste rising in his throat.
A sudden clap of thunder sounded outside, and dark clouds rolled in.
Xin Qi looked at Yun Wunian's reaction with a mocking expression, and after a long while, he turned his gaze to Jiang Fei: "Feifei, is this the person you're going to marry?"
Jiang Fei looked at him, her eyes filled with blatant mockery, as if to say: Do you even deserve to say such things?
Xin Qi looked into her eyes and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He was the one who gave Tang Feiyan the whereabouts of the Cloud Technique, but now, looking into Jiang Fei's eyes, he began to hate himself.
He made her relive her nightmare once again—the nightmare of killing Tang Feiyan to prove his Dao on their wedding night.
“Feifei…” Xin Qi’s voice lowered unconsciously.
Jiang Fei remained silent, turned and walked to Yun Wunian's side. Looking at his body trembling slightly from the pain, he said after a long while, "Little Wunian."
Yun Wunian froze upon hearing the soft call.
The three words "Xiao Wunian" burst forth from that chaos, carrying a low and worried tone, like a spark of clarity injecting into the turmoil.
Yun Wunian's pained gaze gradually calmed down, and before her stood a pair of familiar eyebrows and eyes, with alluring corners of her eyes. Today, she wore delicate red makeup, making her even more beautiful.
Jiang Fei.
Yun Wunian felt the voice in his mind gradually fade away, leaving only the person in front of him.
He reached out and gently stroked Jiang Fei's cheek: "Jiang Fei?"
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "It's me."
Yun Wunian paused, then said again, "Jiang Fei."
"Um."
Yun Wunian suddenly laughed, his eyes sparkling: "Jiang Fei."
Jiang Fei looked at his smile. From childhood to adulthood, Yun Wunian had always been aloof and had never smiled like that before.
She nodded again: "Mm."
Yun Wunian paused, his expression returning to normal, and said in a low voice, "Today is our wedding day."
Jiang Fei nodded, and the favorability rating above his head was slowly but steadily rising.
Yun Wunian glanced at the red silk in his hand and smiled gently, "All that's left is for the couple to bow to each other."
"Um."
"Let's continue."
"Master!" Tang Feiyan stared at him in astonishment, her eyes brimming with tears. "Have you forgotten Yan'er? And Wunian Mountain, your uncles and fellow disciples, don't you remember any of them?"
Master once said that he was heartless and loveless, and told her to let go, but how could he... marry someone else in the mortal world?
Xin Qi's face turned ashen, his demonic energy grew increasingly chaotic, and his consciousness became increasingly confused.
This shouldn't be the case.
Yun Wunian should have broken off the engagement the moment he saw Tang Feiyan, just as he had hurt her on their wedding night, instead of continuing the marriage.
Why didn't he?
Only Rong Shu remained seated, looking at the group with an unreadable expression.
Yun Wunian looked at Tang Feiyan and said in a calm tone, "Young lady, I am not your master, nor do I know you." Then he looked at Xin Qi and Rong Shu, "If you are sincere in coming to have a drink at our wedding, please stay. If not, please leave."
After speaking, Yun Wunian looked at Jiang Fei and said, "Let's bow to each other."
The best man had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape, so Yun Wunian personally said, "Husband and wife bow to each other."
After saying this, he held the red silk in one hand, took a small step back, and was about to bow down.
Xin Qi's expression was gloomy, his black hair danced wildly without wind, and he was about to step forward to stop him.
Tang Feiyan suddenly spoke up: "Master!" Her voice was hoarse, followed by the sound of a long sword being drawn.
The commotion interrupted Jiang Fei and Yun Wunian's impending bow.
The two men looked at her.
Tang Feiyan held the long sword horizontally in front of her fair neck, the blade shrouded in a faint mist: "Master, I would like to speak with Miss Jiang."
Her eyes were still red, but her voice had clearly calmed down.
Yun Wunian frowned, his hand gripping the red silk tightening.
Jiang Fei gazed at Tang Feiyan's "suicide" posture, pondered for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Alright."
The inner room.
Jiang Fei walked in first, then turned to look at Tang Feiyan, who was following behind and staring blankly at her wedding dress: "Miss Tang, please speak your mind."
Tang Feiyan suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling the fiery wedding dress before her eyes burning her gaze. She forced herself to look away, her voice soft: "I never imagined that I would see Miss Jiang again under such circumstances."
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "I didn't expect that either."
Tang Feiyan pursed her pale lips: "Miss Jiang's spiritual root has been destroyed?"
Jiang Fei nodded: "Yes."
Tang Feiyan looked somewhat stunned, and after a while her tone softened: "Miss Jiang is a strong person."
If her spiritual root were destroyed, she doubted she could have done what Miss Jiang did, especially since... it was destroyed by the very person she loved.
Jiang Fei only smiled and remained silent this time.
Tang Feiyan paused for a moment: "But Miss Jiang, do you know who your master, Yun Wunian, is?"
Jiang Fei pondered for a moment: "He is Yun Wunian."
“He is not,” Tang Feiyan walked up to her, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “Miss Jiang, he is the supreme immortal of Wunian Mountain, the head of immortal cultivators, and the first person in the Three Realms to cultivate into an immortal.”
"But if he stays in the mortal realm to marry you, and fails to transcend the tribulation, he will only enter the cycle of reincarnation after death. If that happens, the immortal light on his body will become weaker and weaker, and the chance of successfully transcending the tribulation will become lower and lower. Then he will enter the cycle of reincarnation again, until... he completely becomes a mortal."
Jiang Fei looked at her: "What exactly is Miss Tang trying to say?"
Tang Feiyan looked at her with sorrow: "I am very sorry for what Miss Jiang has gone through. However, Miss Jiang now only has a spiritual body, but even her spiritual root has been destroyed. She has no possibility of cultivating immortality anymore and cannot stay by Master's side. Master should be an immortal who shines over the three realms..."
"Miss Tang, are you saying that I am not worthy of your master?" Jiang Fei interrupted her.
Tang Feiyan did not refute.
Jiang Fei chuckled softly: "I never intended to be a match for your master."
“I’ve said it before, he is Yun Wunian.”
After saying that, Jiang Fei turned around and walked towards the wedding banquet in the outer room.
Tang Feiyan stood there in a daze, watching the fiery red hem of her wedding dress slowly sweep across the ground, the bright red stinging her eyes.
From the moment she entered Wunian Mountain, her master was the only supreme person in her heart. She had always been working hard to be worthy of him, relentlessly following behind him, waiting for him to turn around and show her mercy.
Now, how can she accept the reality that her master is willing to become a mortal and even marry someone else?
Tang Feiyan's hand, gripping the long sword, trembled slightly as she stared intently at the dazzling wedding dress. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, "I'm sorry..."
Spirits do not die easily.
She couldn't bear to watch her master marry someone else.
Raising her eyes again, Tang Feiyan suddenly leaped into the air, sword in hand, and thrust it towards that fiery red figure…
At the wedding banquet.
Hearing the commotion inside, Yun Wunian hurriedly turned around to look.
Seeing Jiang Fei walking towards him in her wedding dress, Yun Wunian's lips curved into a smile.
Jiang Fei returned his smile.
However, in the next instant, Yun Wunian's smile vanished, replaced by shock and fear. Before anyone else could notice, he had already run towards Jiang Fei at an astonishing speed, his body radiating divine light.
Tang Feiyan's long sword was already thrusting towards Jiang Fei's back.
Yun Wunian reached out and hugged Jiang Fei, spinning him around. A sharp pain shot through his back as the longsword pierced his chest.
Tang Feiyan was startled by the sudden change, and the long sword in her hand unconsciously fell to the ground.
Yun Wunian was still holding Jiang Fei, and said in a hoarse voice, "Be careful, Jiang Fei."
Jiang Fei paused upon hearing the voice beside her.
She never expected that the plot would take such a turn at this point.
She never expected that Yun Wunian would take the sword for her.
Xin Qi and Rong Shu seemed to have been caught off guard as well. They squinted at Yun Wunian and fell silent.
An ordinary mortal's body cannot withstand a single blow from a celestial sword.
Behind her, Yun Wunian's body gradually slid out of Jiang Fei's arms. She reached out and hugged him, helping him sit on the ground, letting him lean against her.
“Jiang Fei…” Yun Wunian’s voice was very soft, and blood was flowing from his chest like a gushing stream.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Mm."
She paused: "Xiao Wunian, does it hurt?"
Yun Wunian stared at her, the red birthmark on her face seemed to bloom, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips: "I don't want to hear you... call me... Little Wunian."
Jiang Fei reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, chuckling softly, "And what about my little husband?"
Xin Qi, standing to the side, froze, his bloodshot eyes glistening with sorrow.
Yun Wunian's eyes flickered, then he laughed: "Little...Little Jiang Fei."
Jiang Fei brushed the hair from his face and said softly, "Why are you so disrespectful?"
Yun Wunian breathed heavily for a while before saying, "...I choose you."
"Um?"
“Last night, the question you asked me… my answer,” Yun Wunian’s voice grew softer, “I choose you… I don’t want to become an immortal… I don’t want to become an immortal…”
Jiang Fei paused, her hand stroking his cheek, and after a long while, she lowered her eyes and said, "Okay, I understand."
Yun Wunian's voice grew even softer, almost a whisper. He reached out and caressed her cheek and lips without any restraint: "What a pity..."
"The couple bowed to each other..." but the bowing was not completed.
Yun Wunian didn't finish speaking. The hand that was stroking Jiang Fei suddenly fell down, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Jiang Fei still held him.
Tang Feiyan stared blankly at the scene.
She never expected it to turn out like this...
Jiang Fei is a spirit; she cannot die.
She never expected her master to step in with his mortal body.
"I'm sorry..." Tang Feiyan murmured, but it was unclear whether she was speaking to Jiang Fei or to Yun Wunian, who was in her arms.
She deserves to atone for her sins.
In the next instant, Tang Feiyan suddenly picked up the longsword, flipped it over, and forcefully thrust it into her own chest...
Jiang Fei looked up at her, his expression indifferent. Just then, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the door, turning day into night. Dark clouds surged and pressed down, and lightning struck the clouds, suddenly illuminating the world.
Signs of impending tribulation.
Jiang Fei lowered his eyes, and the cloud-patterned birthmark on Yun Wunian's face began to crack along the lines of the cloud pattern, bursting out rays of golden light. His body also gradually transformed into specks of golden starlight, floating in mid-air.
Jiang Fei looked up and saw a golden light that seemed to have a mind of its own, lingering around her. Jiang Fei reached out and the golden light obediently landed in her palm, turning into a smoky purple bead.
Jiang Fei looked at the bead and tucked it into her sleeve.
The next instant, the golden light burst forth, a blinding flash appeared, and her arms were empty.
[System: Yun Wunian's favorability rating is 100.]
Jiang Fei glanced at the empty embrace and slowly stood up.
At the same time, a white figure appeared in the churning black clouds outside the door.
The man was dressed in white, with a handsome face like that of a banished immortal. However, the cloud-patterned birthmark was no longer visible on his face. He was surrounded by a golden mist, and his expression was aloof and cold. His eyes and brows were devoid of emotion and desire, yet they carried a hint of pity for all living beings.
He slowly descended through the air, landed on the ground, and walked into the wedding banquet.
Cloud Secret.
"Master..." On the ground, Tang Feiyan, still bleeding from her chest, gasped and whispered, "Master, you're back..."
Yun Jue's gaze lingered on Jiang Fei's wedding dress for a long time before he turned around, walked to Tang Feiyan's side, and bent down to pick her up.
Even at close range, his expression remained unchanged, as if he held nothing more than a flower, a piece of wood, or a stone in his arms.
Then, Yun Jue got up and was about to leave, but paused slightly as he passed by Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei glanced at him, then at the mixed goodwill rating above his head, and curved her lips into a smile, but the smile was shallow and did not reach her eyes: "Little Wunian?"
Yun Jue paused for a long time: "Miss Jiang, I am not the Yun Wunian you speak of."
Hearing his compassionate tone, Jiang Fei lowered her eyes slightly and remained silent.
She truly loathed this heartless and emotionless demeanor.
Yun Jue paused, then looked at Xin Qi beside him. The powerful demonic energy emanating from Xin Qi's eyes, which were gleaming crimson, was so glaring.
"Master..." Tang Feiyan murmured before fainting completely.
Yun Jue regained his senses and finally flew away.
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