Enveloped by An Yi's terrifying murderous aura, Wei Xiang shivered and hastily said, "It's, it's on the ninth of next month. The news has already spread throughout the Tianxuan Sect."
"Are you sure it's the young mistress of the Qingyuan Pavilion? What's her name?" An Yi asked in a low voice, his heart faintly stirring with anticipation.
Wei Xiang swallowed nervously and timidly replied, "I think it's Shen... Shen Muxuan!"
In an instant, An Yi felt his mind go blank, his lungs about to explode.
Shen Muxuan getting married?
Impossible!
A surge of rage erupted within him.
An Yi clenched his fists, the terrifying killing intent making the entire Wei family tremble in fear.
The two young girls beside him turned pale with fright.
The Wei family head mustered his courage and asked, "May I ask who the young mistress of the Qingyuan Pavilion is—"
"My girlfriend," An Yi gritted out.
The crowd was bewildered.
In their society, marriages were arranged by parents and matchmakers.
Having a relationship without marriage was considered improper.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I have urgent matters and must take my leave," An Yi said solemnly.
Wei Feng quickly interjected, "Young Hero An, it's already late. Would you like to rest at the Wei residence tonight and set off tomorrow?"
An Yi took a deep breath. "No, I won't be able to sleep."
The Wei family head turned to Wei Xiang and said sternly, "Wei Xiang, you will accompany Young Hero An to the Tianxuan Sect."
"Huh?"
Wei Xiang was dumbfounded and whined, "But... but I just got home! I have a three-month leave!"
The journey alone would take half a month. To have to leave the very day he returned—it was beyond frustrating.
"Get ready now!" the Wei family head snapped, glaring at Wei Xiang.
Wei Xiang wore a resentful expression.
"It's the middle of the night! Can't we at least sleep first before going?"
---
Qingyuan Pavilion
The night deepened.
On the pavilion, rows of palace lanterns swayed in the air, their red silk tails fluttering in the breeze, adding a festive touch to the night sky.
The lights inside the pavilion were also draped with red gauze.
A pair of delicate, pale hands reached out from an open window.
Mu Qingyi gazed at the star-studded sky, lost in thought.
Snapping back to reality, her breathtakingly beautiful face showed a trace of melancholy as she stared at the phoenix coronet and wedding dress on the bed, still unable to believe it.
Was she really about to get married?
Originally, the one to be wed was Shen Muxuan.
But due to Shen Muxuan's health issues, the Tianxuan Sect had abruptly changed their mind and refused to accept her.
Then, the Tianxuan Sect leader had taken one look at Mu Qingyi and insisted she become his daughter-in-law instead!
Compared to the colossal Tianxuan Sect, the Qingyuan Pavilion was insignificant.
Moreover, to avoid being targeted by the Demonic Sect, the Qingyuan Pavilion had no choice but to seek the protection of a major sect like the Tianxuan Sect.
Mu Qingyi had no choice but to compromise for the sake of her disciples.
Otherwise, she dreaded to imagine what would happen if the women under her care fell into the hands of the Demonic Sect's evil cultivators.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Mu Qingyi said softly.
Her personal maid, Xiao Mei, entered and gently reminded her, "Pavilion Master, why haven't you tried on the wedding dress yet?"
"I'll do it later," Mu Qingyi replied indifferently.
Xiao Mei admired the dress with envy. "It's so beautiful."
Mu Qingyi remained expressionless, her weariness evident.
"Let me comb your hair," Xiao Mei offered, picking up a wooden comb and loosening Mu Qingyi's hairpin.
A cascade of black hair tumbled down like a waterfall, veiling her graceful figure.
"Pavilion Master, marrying Young Master Gu must be so blissful," Xiao Mei said dreamily.
Gu Changfeng, the young master of the Tianxuan Sect—
A prodigy who had reached the mid-stage of the Void Realm at a young age.
Handsome, humble, and virtuous.
With looks, strength, status, and a flawless personality, he was the dream man of countless women in the immortal sects.
The news of Mu Qingyi's impending marriage to Gu Changfeng had sparked jealousy among many.
"Blissful?"
Mu Qingyi fell silent.
Indeed, Gu Changfeng fulfilled every woman's fantasy.
Perfect in every way.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the Qingyuan Pavilion was the one benefiting from this match.
Yet, for some reason, her heart remained unmoved.
She was already twenty-nine.
It was time to marry.
But why did she feel so unsettled?
As she stared at the night sky, the image of a young, handsome man suddenly flashed in her mind.
In an instant, her cheeks burned.
Impossible!
That was her disciple's man!
Mu Qingyi shook her head, trying to dispel the absurd thought, but her face remained flushed.
"Haha, Pavilion Master, are you blushing?" Xiao Mei teased.
"Shut up, you silly girl!"
Mu Qingyi shot her a glare, then turned back to the window, her beautiful eyes trembling with confusion.
Forget it.
No matter how she weighed it, marrying into the Tianxuan Sect was the best choice for her as the Pavilion Master.
Once she entered the Tianxuan Sect, she would pass the position to Shen Muxuan.
"How is Muxuan doing?" Mu Qingyi asked softly, her expression dim.
Xiao Mei sighed. "Lately, she's been sleeping a lot. Otherwise... it's the same as before."
Mu Qingyi exhaled quietly.
Not long ago, Shen Muxuan had been clamoring to return to the mortal world.
But now, she had fallen silent, growing more withdrawn each day.
After marrying into the Tianxuan Sect, Shen Muxuan was the one Mu Qingyi worried about the most.
---
Rong City
One of the largest cities in the immortal sects.
Towering white walls stood guard, flanked by golden-armored soldiers who vigilantly inspected every passerby.
"Brother Yi, we're here!"
Wei Xiang, exhausted and pale, leaned against the city gate, barely able to stand.
They had traveled day and night, cutting a journey that should have taken half a month down to just seven days!
Wei Xiang shot An Yi a strange, resentful look.
He had no idea how this guy functioned without sleep!
Because of him, Wei Xiang had barely gotten a few hours of rest each night, forced to keep moving.
An Yi ran a hand through his hair.
Hmm, just a few strands lost—nothing noticeable.
"What's the date today?" An Yi asked gravely.
"The sixth!" Wei Xiang quickly answered. "There are still three days until the ninth. We made it in time."
An Yi finally relaxed, his cold gaze fixed on the distant mountain peak—the location of the Tianxuan Sect.
According to Wei Xiang, the Tianxuan Sect was a top-tier immortal sect, formidable and filled with experts.
Wei Xiang wiped his sweat, pulled out a dry pancake, and chewed laboriously, coughing as his throat burned from the dryness.
"Brother Yi, got any more of that instant noodles?" Wei Xiang asked hopefully.
He had tried it once and couldn't forget the incredible flavor.
An Yi casually pulled out a cup of noodles from his storage space and tossed it to him.
Wei Xiang caught it eagerly, rushed to a wonton vendor, and paid a coin for some hot broth.
After three minutes, he lifted the lid and devoured the noodles with gusto.
The rich aroma drew curious glances from passersby.
"So, Brother Yi, what's the plan now?" Wei Xiang asked between slurps.
An Yi's eyes turned icy, his voice dripping with killing intent.
"Crash the wedding."
Pfft—
Wei Xiang spat out his soup.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
