"Hmm, I'm used to it. But if you ask me, with such a terrible personality, only our senior brother is kind-hearted and always pampers and spoils him."
"Elder Shen is much stricter, but he still couldn't bring him back to the right path."
"It's said that the young sect leader's serious illness is also because of him..."
"Hmph, now that he's gone, even the air in our Yuncang Sword Sect has become better."
"The eldest brother even specially ordered someone to come and help him clean up. He's really too kind to him."
The two servants had no idea how the phrase "walls have ears" was written.
The reason for being completely unguarded is simple: on such a joyous day, who would bother to come to such an unlucky place and make a fool of themselves?
Besides, it doesn't matter even if I heard it. Who in the sect doesn't treat Li Geyue the same way these days?
The figure hidden in the shadows flickered slightly.
One of the servants, who was fiddling with the cleaning tools at the door, suddenly heard a thud behind him.
He turned around and saw his companion fall face-first into the muddy flower bed.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Just as she was about to go closer to take a look, a sudden pain shot through the back of her neck, and her consciousness vanished into darkness.
Li Geyue caught the little servant who was about to bang his head on the ground and put him down next to the bushes.
Then they just grabbed the person and ripped their clothes off.
It was rare for such a large number of people to gather in the main hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect.
Disciples dressed in menial uniforms walked among them, while many more, dressed in various colors, were spectators from all over the country.
Li Geyue secretly disguised herself and sneaked in, carrying a plate and pretending to casually look around.
Before he could find the person he was looking for, someone else patted him on the back.
"Zhang Tian, what are you wandering around for?" an unfamiliar handyman asked him. "You and Li Guo went to clean...that person's yard, and you're back so quickly?"
Li Geyue coughed twice, ignoring the faces of those around him, and then pretended to have a hoarse voice amidst the commotion, trying to fool people. "The courtyard is quite clean, there's not much left."
Most of Li Geyue's personal belongings were packed up by Ji Mofan and taken to him in his Qiankun bag. The remaining sect property has also been inventoried and stored in the warehouse. Now it is almost an empty courtyard.
"Why does your voice sound like that?" The other person was startled.
"I drank too fast just now," Li Geyue made up an excuse.
The other person didn't suspect anything, just patted him on the shoulder and pointed him to a place to deliver something.
Li Geyue could only do as she was told, hanging her head and pretending to be serious, but in reality her eyes were darting around.
He couldn't find Ji Mofan anywhere.
Shen Yun, on the other hand, sat in a rather conspicuous place, leisurely sipping his tea.
Most of the people attending this ceremony are juniors; even the older ones are from small sects or are simply independent cultivators, so it's inappropriate for him to be the one to receive them.
I did spot Ning Weisheng; the banquet hadn't even started yet, and he'd been drinking alone in a corner for ages.
The color on her face was almost as vibrant as the bride's wedding dress.
The ethereal sound of the bell resounded throughout the entire Yuncang Mountain.
The noisy voices gradually quieted down, and the central open space was voluntarily cleared. All eyes were focused on one place at the same time, and the closed door slowly opened under everyone's watchful eyes.
Qi Fengyu, who had not appeared in public for a long time, finally reappeared before everyone.
The young man was wrapped in a brightly colored red robe, and his face showed no sign of illness. Bright rouge flowed from the corners of his eyes to his temples, and a not-so-obvious peach blossom was dotted on his forehead.
The peach blossoms and the woman's face complement each other beautifully.
Li Geyue almost heard a gasp escape from the quiet crowd.
Qi Fengyu used to always like to wear oversized clothes, which made him look small and frail when the wind blew. But today's outfit was quite fitted, and the audience realized for the first time that he had such good body proportions. It would be strange if they weren't amazed.
"I previously said that this Young Master Qi is not worthy of the Chief Scholar of Jimo..."
"How could he not be worthy? Such a beautiful Daoist partner, I would gladly pay him to be one."
"You? Even if you offered yourself up, Young Master Qi wouldn't even give you a second glance."
"The chief of Jimo and he are a match made in heaven."
That's all nonsense.
Li Geyue secretly grumbled to herself.
Who is worthy of the senior brother? There is simply no one in this world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
Qi Fengyu is indeed beautiful, but it's also true that she has no other redeeming qualities besides her looks.
So why was he chasing after Qi Fengyu all this time?
After pondering for a while, Li Ge came to her senses and saw that Ji Mofan had also come out from the other side of the main hall at some point.
The all-red wedding dress was adorned with gold thread. The pattern was not as elaborate as Qi Fengyu's, but the designs complemented each other, making them look very suitable to stand together.
Li Ge felt her heart hurting terribly.
The demonic energy in his mind surged restlessly, but he suppressed it by gritting his teeth, and a slight taste of blood rose in his throat.
He can pretend to be a menial servant with no talent for cultivation without using his power. But if he accidentally exposes himself, all those righteous cultivators present could easily turn him into a demonic cookie with just a finger from each of them.
The ceremony is still ongoing.
In the center of everyone's attention, the newlyweds truly looked like a match made in heaven, holding a large red silk flower between their hands as they bowed to each other as the master of ceremonies sang their prayers.
"I bow to Heaven and Earth, wishing for favorable weather and abundant harvests!"
"Second bow to the parents, wishing them both good health and longevity!"
Qi Fengyu glanced at Ji Mofan standing beside her without making a sound.
Ji Mofan never looked at him from beginning to end; his expression remained relatively gentle, which was enough to give this forced marriage a semblance of harmony.
The surrounding guests were all quiet, with only the emcee's cheerful voice ringing out.
But Qi Fengyu inexplicably felt that it was very noisy, and strange noises kept buzzing in his ears.
My heart can't calm down; it's pounding loudly.
His hand, holding one end of the silk flower, slipped a little; he was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.
His already precarious health forced him to go out today; the color on his face was painted on, otherwise even his lips would probably be white.
In fact, both Ji Mofan and Shen Yun had advised him before that he should just give up on the Dao Couple Ceremony, or if he really wanted to hold it, he could postpone it until he was almost fully recovered.
It was Qi Fengyu who insisted on holding the event as soon as possible, even if it meant forcing it.
What was he thinking at that moment?
As Qi Fengyu bowed her head in unison with the emcee's chant, she unexpectedly became somewhat distracted.
He seemed to genuinely want to marry Ji Mofan.
It wasn't simply for the purpose of healing, but solely for the sake of Ji Mo Fan.
Otherwise, besides Ji Mo Fan, who else in this world would care for him wholeheartedly without considering the consequences...?
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