"Immortal Venerable!" Miao Miao, carrying a design drawing, knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response.
"The main hall has been completely arranged according to the design. The Immortal Venerable will be able to see the finished product soon!"
Miao Miao had just been praised by the Demon Lord, and now she felt so light she felt like she could fly. Caught off guard, she opened the door and saw Ji Mo Fan sitting before the crystal mirror, looking incredibly radiant.
Of course, it was the physical brilliance that shone; the ground around him was covered with colorful spots of light produced by the refraction of sunlight by the gemstones.
Miao Miao gasped sharply.
"This outfit suits you perfectly, Immortal Venerable." He looked you up and down, left and right, several times, his eyes scanning you like a scanner.
He had to memorize the shape of every pattern clearly, because if this outfit were painted and sold, it would definitely earn him more money than his previous ones.
A limited-edition Immortal Lord for your wedding!
“However…” His gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on Ji Mofan’s face, which was still bare of makeup.
"Although the Immortal Venerable has a good foundation, wearing such gorgeous clothes, if the eyebrows and eyes are not drawn with a darker color, people will lose focus when looking at him from a distance."
"Sister Chenxing, how about I draw for the Immortal Venerable?" Seeing Chenxing's hesitation, Miao Miao volunteered.
Although Chenxing felt a little regretful that she couldn't do the Empress's makeup herself, she had no choice but to give up after thinking about her earlier dilemma.
Well, she should be content; she'd been stroking the Empress's hair for ages!
However, just as Chen Xing put down her makeup tools and was about to give her seat to Miao Miao, Ji Mo Fan suddenly stood up.
"No need to bother." He strode out, intending to leave as it was. "It's fine as it is."
Miao Miao's eager expression, ready to show off her skills, was frozen on Ji Mofan's face.
"...Immortal Venerable, are you disgusted with me?" His tone unconsciously carried a hint of grievance.
The Immortal Venerable saved his life in a moment of crisis, and he wanted to do what he could for the Immortal Venerable.
However, he had no cultivation and was just a minor demonic cultivator. The only thing he had more of was money, but as a righteous cultivator, the Immortal Venerable would definitely not care about such worldly possessions.
I originally wanted to show off my painting skills, since we are both painters and have some commonalities.
But Ji Mofan didn't even intend to give him a chance.
He wanted to leave something behind for him on such an important day!
Ji Mofan's gaze lingered on his face for a brief second.
"You've already helped a lot, thank you." He said this casually and walked out of the room.
Miao Miao stood there stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, he knelt down with a thud.
Chen Xing, who was also lost in thought, was startled and almost screamed.
That unlucky kid is terrifying!
Before Chen Xing could ask, Miao Miao suddenly clasped her hands together and shouted, "I, Miao Miao, will always follow the Immortal Venerable!"
Chenxing: ......
She covered her face.
What's so special about this? Such youthful energy!
They actually confessed their feelings on the very day of the Daoist Couple Ceremony. What would happen if the Venerable One heard about this?
Although the Empress Dowager's conditions were indeed very favorable, their Venerable One was the leader among demonic cultivators. How could he possibly tolerate other butterflies and bees flying around him?
Oh dear, so will there be a love triangle scene coming up?
Chen Xing was lost in thought for a while, and only when she came back to her senses did she realize that Miao Miao had already left without her noticing.
The distant sounds of bells and drums filled the air, and a festive atmosphere gradually spread throughout the land.
She belatedly slapped her forehead, realizing that the auspicious time had arrived.
Composing herself, she quickly ran out.
*
The Demon Realm's main city hasn't been this lively in a long time.
The phrase "crowded with people" doesn't even begin to describe it; the way the demonic cultivators surged onto the streets to watch the ceremony was like sardines squeezed together.
Even the nearby rooftops were filled with crowds gazing out as the palanquin slowly made its way from the city gate toward the Demon Palace.
The flower girl at the front carried a bamboo basket, scattering the dried fruit and flower petals inside. The musicians following closely behind played their instruments with great enthusiasm as they walked, their faces flushed red from playing, their vibrant colors even more striking than their bright red robes.
Following the procession of dozens of people was a palanquin pulled by warhorses clad in light black armor. Fourteen demon generals surrounded the person in the highest position at the center.
Ji Mofan sat there, bored out of his mind, the jewels on his head making him feel quite bad.
The demonic cultivators around him were making a huge racket, and some of the bolder ones even threw flowers or snacks at the sedan chair he was sitting in.
A petal floated lightly down in front of him, and Ji Mofan caught it with a casual wave of his hand, finding the scene inexplicably funny.
When he was preparing for the Dao Couple Ceremony, he intended to make a big fuss and let everyone in the cultivation world know about it, so as to ensure that Li Geyue would have no way out. At that time, he did not create such a grand spectacle.
This time, I got to experience it firsthand through Xihe's hands.
After a brief moment of distraction, Ji Mofan was brought back to reality by the sudden increase in noise from the surrounding demonic cultivators.
Still not understanding what was wrong with these demonic cultivators, Ji Mofan turned his head while sitting in the sedan chair.
The demon general riding beside Ji Mofan happened to be Wu Qi, whom he had dealt with several times before. He pulled on the reins and moved closer to him.
“They were screaming because of your smile just now,” he said.
Jimo Fan: ...?
He felt even more confused than before, and he raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.
Did he just laugh?
No... these demonic cultivators wouldn't go that far, would they?
Ji Mo Fan has lived for twenty years and has never received such treatment before.
After the initial confusion faded, all that remained was impatience.
Rather than screaming at an empty appearance, Ji Mofan would rather stand on the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament and accept these voices as the number one on the Heavenly Ranking.
Because of this little incident, he was able to maintain a certain composure just now, but now he has lost all interest in continuing.
Ji Mofan simply relaxed completely and leaned back in his chair, feeling that his head was too heavy and even tilting his head to the side, supporting his temples with his hand.
Who should try to save face for someone else's momentary whim? Let Xihe deal with the mess he caused himself.
Sure enough, he felt much lighter after shedding his burdens. The sedan chair was carried steadily, which even made Ji Mofan a little sleepy. He yawned out of boredom.
This can't be blamed on him. After all, he couldn't do anything under everyone's watchful eyes, not even circulate his spiritual energy to regulate his breathing and relieve boredom, since his current identity was that of a cripple with a damaged spiritual platform.
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