Chapter 109

The disciples at the entrance of Liuyun Sect looked at Mingri suspiciously, and the weapons in their hands had been silently unsheathed because of their alertness.

They had never seen Mingri, so they had a certain degree of vigilance against this strange demon who suddenly appeared and called himself the Demon Lord.

Mingri did not go beyond the rules and stood outside the Liuyun Sect's protective formation, holding the wedding dress in his hands and standing upright, repeating: "Mingri requests to see the Saint Son."

He said, "Your Majesty said that Mingri should personally hand over the wedding dress to the Saint Son."

“…”

The disciples hissed softly, looked at each other, and communicated via messaging: "How about looking for Senior Brother?"

Mingri doesn't seem to have any offensive power at the moment, and even if he does, the strength of the eldest senior brother alone is enough to suppress him.

The cultivation level of this strange demon in front of him should be around the Kongming stage, so senior brother can handle it with ease.

It’s just that Senior Brother seems to be quite busy lately, and I don’t know if he has time to come over.

If it is really the Demon Lord who wants to marry Senior Brother, why doesn't he come in person?

It feels weird to send a lone demon subordinate.

It can't be a scam, right?

The disciples immediately became alert and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ming Ri had been thinking about His Majesty's request to marry the Holy Son. Of course, His Majesty had to come here in person and say it to everyone in person, only then would it be convincing.

But now it seems that these Liuyun Sect disciples are like alert rabbits, ready to withdraw at the slightest sign of trouble, so Mingri sighed helplessly.

After all, it is a major event in His Majesty's life. If the wedding is delayed because of him and the wedding dress is not delivered to the Holy Son, he will be guilty of a capital crime.

Therefore, Mingri straightened his expression and said in a deep voice: "I am Mingri, the subordinate, on the order of Demon Lord Tianxiao, to deliver the wedding dress in my hand to the Saint Son."

He changed the subject and said, "Your Majesty has already led the wedding procession to the Liuyun Sect, carrying a box of precious jewels and jade, and a box of magical instruments and treasures above the sixth level, just to marry the Holy Son of the Human Race, thank you Tingyun."

The eyes of the gatekeepers suddenly widened to become larger than copper bells.

…

Since obtaining the Qingpan Horn, Xie Tingyun has been preparing the Demon-Slaying Formation with his fellow Mahayana practitioners.

The arrangement of the Demon-Slaying Array was too complicated, and many details needed to be finalized. The most important thing was that Xie Tingyun had been fighting against Dao Ling.

Dao Ling firmly disagreed with Xie Tingyun's method. The only time he gave in was when he said that he should do it and Xie Tingyun should be left to refine the Heavenly Sword.

But Xie Tingyun still went his own way.

He understood it very clearly. Among all the Mahayana practitioners in the world of cultivation, only Xie Tingyun had the highest success rate.

Xie Tingyun also knew that as long as he could dig out the devil's heart, Ning Chen would take care of the rest for him.

As a system, Xiao Shisi will definitely let Ning Chen be the last swordsman to break open the Heavenly Gate.

Even if Xie Tingyun was not there, as long as he could open the Heavenly Gate in the end, Xie Tingyun would not be considered a failure.

Anyway, that idiot is so slow that maybe he will be able to continue his heartless happiness before long.

That would be best.

Dao Ling tried to force his way up several times, but was stopped by

The disciples reported it in time and stopped it.

When Dao Ling's last attempt was interrupted, Xie Tingyun looked into his eyes, slowed down his tone, and said, "Master, Tingyun is grateful for your timely help and your care for me from now on."

Dao Ling's face was already wrinkled, and the white hair on his temples was faintly visible. He and Xie Tingyun looked at each other, and his eyes unconsciously became bloodshot.

Xie Tingyun lowered his head, helped his master to a chair to rest, sighed, and said, "Master, Tingyun has grown up, and it is time for him to play his role. You wanted to leave this matter to me at that time, so now you should stick to your original intention. Why do you have to compete with Tingyun for this last chance?"

Dao Ling tightly grasped Xie Tingyun's hand, and his voice seemed to have aged in an instant: "...I want you to refine the Heaven Sword and open the Heaven Gate, not to sacrifice the Heaven Sword!!"

"Because of the Demon Lord? You want to save the Demon Lord?"

Xie Tingyun was silent for a while, but finally nodded and said, "Yes."

At this point, there was no need for him to hide anything.

Dao Ling closed his eyes tightly.

He leaned on his wooden staff with a look of resentment and said in a low voice, "I deserve to die. I shouldn't have let you accept the challenge of the Demon Lord in the first place."

Xie Tingyun leaned over and hugged Dao Ling tenderly.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Master, he is the only person Tingyun cares about besides you and mother."

"When Tingyun was young, he couldn't keep his mother, but now that he has grown up, he will definitely be able to keep his master and him," Xie Tingyun said, "You have given in to Tingyun so many times, so let Tingyun do it for the last time."

Dao Ling froze for a while, then turned his head away, his hand that was holding the cane shaking from the exertion.

As a master, he really failed miserably.

Because of the old injury, his foundation was damaged, and everything was handled by Tingyun, the ambitious disciple.

In the end, it was even Ting Yun who gave this devil's heart.

What on earth is the purpose of his master's life?

Xie Tingyun seemed to know what his master was thinking, and whispered, "Master, you have an injury that is difficult to heal. The elders of your generation in other sects have all started to close their doors to alleviate their injuries and prolong their lives, but you are still managing the affairs of the sect."

"We have grown up. The Liuyun Sect should have been handed over from your shoulders to our hands long ago. Would you rather keep it to enjoy the good life than sacrifice your life for it? That is not what Tingyun wants to see."

“…”

Dao Ling raised his hands to cover his eyes.

At this moment, a disciple knocked on the door several times and shouted, "Brother?! Brother, are you there?"

"I'm here," Xie Tingyun responded with a somewhat strange tone, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

The voice of the disciple outside the door sounded a little hurried and breathy, and it was likely that something urgent had happened.

Upon hearing this, the disciple no longer cared about etiquette and walked in directly through the door.

Dao Ling turned his head away, unwilling to let anyone see his gaffe.

In his hand he was still holding the proud wedding dress brought by Mingri, his chest heaving with excitement. Behind him followed a large group of astonished fellow disciples, even Daoming Kongling and the others had come.

"Big, big brother... Demon Lord he, he..." The disciple who was leading the group holding the wedding dress took several deep breaths, but his mood and breathing were not able to calm down.

He started to stutter as soon as he opened his mouth.

Thanks to Tingyun and everyone behind him for being so anxious.

Xie Tingyun was stunned for a moment, and after realizing something, his face suddenly turned pale and he said, "Ning... Tianxiao, is in trouble?!"

If something happened to Ning Chen at this time, it could only be that he had dug out the devil's heart without permission.

But Tian Ji Si and Yuan Gui Lei are both in Xie Tingyun's hands, what can Ning Chen use to dig out the devil's heart? !

Everyone immediately realized that Xie Tingyun had misunderstood, and quickly said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, he's fine, but it seems like something's happened to you."

The disciple was still stuttering. Xie Tingyun took a deep breath, stood up and was about to walk out.

Xie Tingyun had to confirm Ning Shen's safety with his own eyes before he could completely relax.

This juncture is really too dangerous. Ning Chen might suddenly dig out the evil heart.

It is extremely difficult to dig out the devil's heart with bare hands, and the suffering can be imagined.

Given Ning Chen's personality, it is not impossible for him to do so.

Daoming finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he pushed Xie Tingyun back, pointed at the tray in his disciple's hand that was about to break, and said, "Demon Lord Tianxiao has asked one of his men to bring you the wedding dress, and asked you to change into it quickly. The Demon Lord himself has already set out with the wedding party."

Daoming took a deep breath and spoke clearly, word by word, as if in a bell. "The men sent by the Demon Lord said that their Lord, the Demon Lord Tianxiao, wants to marry the human race's Holy Son, Xie Tingyun."

Daoming said, "Yes, that's right, it's you."

“…”

Xie Tingyun's mind went blank for a moment.

He froze in place for a long while, not realizing that his hands were shaking. He thought he had misheard, "What did you say?"

Daoming felt that things were going to be bad when he saw Xie Tingyun's expression.

Xie Tingyun looked neither happy nor angry. Instead, he seemed to have frozen on the spot. He didn't know how to react.

Daoming cleared his throat and said, "Demon Lord Tianxiao has already made a bold statement that he wants to marry you. The sedan chair is expected to arrive soon. What do you...what do you think?"

What do you think?

The disciples who secretly hated the couple so much that they wished their eldest senior brother would get married on the spot. Those who couldn't keep up with the trend of the sect, such as Dao Ling, flew into a rage on the spot and picked up their wooden sticks to rush out, but were held down by the disciples who were blocking the door.

Dao Ling was almost mad, roaring: "Tingyun did this for him, him...he insulted Tingyun like this?!"

Xie Tingyun began to tremble all over.

But he still looked confused and at a loss, as if he had never encountered such a thing before and didn't know what to do.

His first reaction was joy, but then he fell into an irrepressible sense of emptiness and panic.

How could Ning Chen, that stupid guy, suddenly do such a thing?

Just based on a wedding dress, who can prove that it is not the demon outside who is talking nonsense and looking for excuses to provoke and insult him?

Xie Tingyun lowered his head, and nervously clenched the black ring between his fingers with his shaking hands.

What if it's true?

What if... it's not true?

The disciples went from being surprised to gradually coming to their senses, and the smiles on their faces that were about to congratulate them faded a little bit in embarrassment.

This...it turns out that the relationship between these two is not what they thought?

Senior Brother really won't lie. If he says it's not true, then it's not true? !

The black ring on Xie Tingyun's finger began to heat up.

The pitch-black ring turned into a flexible and soft magic breath, climbed up Xie Tingyun's arm to his shoulder, then drilled into Xie Tingyun's neck, and then rubbed Xie Tingyun's cheek with satisfaction.

Xie Tingyun was frozen, as if he had finally grasped a life-saving straw.

He turned his head and saw that the magic breath flexibly transformed into an arrow, pointing at the wedding dress in the disciple's hand.

Seeing that Xie Tingyun did not move, the evil spirit slipped out quickly and landed on the wedding dress in an instant, tapping it suggestively.

Xie Tingyun's brain exploded.

He didn't even feel when the magic energy circled back into his fingers.

At this moment, Xie Tingyun had only one thought in his mind:

real.

…is true.

Xie Tingyun looked at the man's sharp profile approaching him.

within reach.

Out of reach.

He longed for it so much that he couldn't sleep for countless nights. Even the brief touch he wanted to have would be stopped at the last moment. Every time, he could only rely on the man's embrace, which was like a charity, to quench his thirst.

Xie Tingyun always advised himself not to be too greedy. Maybe if he became too greedy one day, God would take back everything he had. What would he do then?

He didn't want to make Ning Chen feel awkward or sad, so he had no intention of expressing his feelings.

But now, he was suddenly hit on the head with a stick, which made him dizzy, and then told him:

The person you've been dreaming of is coming to propose to you.

At this moment, there was another commotion outside: "Big Brother! The Demon Lord has arrived with his sedan chair!!!"

Pu Tang was not far from the sect's gate. At this time, the door of Pu Tang was knocked open one after another by the disciples and was almost completely destroyed.

From the wide-open door of the Pushang Hall, one could just see what was happening outside the Liuyun Sect.

Dao Ling no longer had time to care whether his own sect was abolished or not.

Now he just wanted to kill that little bastard: "Let me go...what are you doing?!"

Dao Xinla went up to Kong Ling to help hold down the leader, and said with sweat all over his forehead: "Brother, brother, calm down, you can't keep a big disciple!"

Dao Ling roared: "You fart!!!"

Outside the Pu Tang gate, one could already see a red team landing in front of the Liuyun Sect's gate. The leader was tall, wearing a dazzling golden wedding dress, with a pitch-black long sword at his waist, and a red-gold sword tassel hanging quietly.

The man lazily touched the mascot stone lion at the door, and evacuated in time before being chased back. Then he said loudly: "Today, I am riding a sedan chair with eight carriages, carrying a box of precious gems and jade, and a box of top-quality treasures, to ask to marry the Holy Son of the Human Race--"

"Thank you, Tingyun."

Ning Chen cleared his throat, lowered his eyes, and among the crowd of people, his gaze accurately met Xie Tingyun's.

He spoke in a low voice, word by word, "Xie Tingyun, are you willing to marry me?"

Ning Chen saw Xie Tingyun sitting in Pu Tang from a distance. He appeared to be smiling calmly, but he was actually so nervous that he secretly pulled the tassel of Bu Nian's sword behind his back.

Mainly because I felt guilty when I met Xie Tingyun's trembling, blank eyes.

Xie Tingyun was so angry that he became incoherent and his mind went blank.

She didn't even change into her wedding dress, which shows that she is really angry.

Ning Chen went big this time and directly blocked the entrance of Liuyun Sect, demanding that the proud daughter of that sect marry him.

How could a proud male protagonist like Xie Tingyun endure such humiliation!

I guess when Xie Tingyun comes out, he won't say a word and will just draw his sword and fight him on the spot.

With the blessing of anger buff, wouldn't this fight be more exciting?

Ning Shen thought with satisfaction.

If nothing unexpected happens, everything will be under his control.

Then, he saw the usually calm, self-contained, and aloof male protagonist Long Aotian frowning, shaking off the countless hands that were hurriedly holding him, walking through the crowd, and out of Liuyun Sect's protective formation.

He didn’t even say a word, and amid the disciples’ frantic shouts of “Calm down, don’t be impulsive”—

Got on the sedan chair next to Ning Chen.

All the Liuyun Sect members who witnessed this: “?!”

Ning Chen: “?!!!”

After waiting for a long while, the elegant and refined male protagonist raised his hand and lifted the curtain. He lowered his eyes, trying to keep his voice normal. Under the dull gaze of the crowd, he whispered to the blank-minded Lord of the Demonic Path: "...You don't want me to marry you? Are you still leaving?"

Ning Chen's expression was blank for a moment.

If nothing unexpected happens... then there should be an accident.

No, why would the male lead really be willing to marry me? ! !