Wedding Snatching Plan

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.