Chapter 428: Chapter 428

428: Chapter 415: Yun Rong Was Particularly Perfunctory That Year 428: Chapter 415: Yun Rong Was Particularly Perfunctory That Year The young man had his coming-of-age ceremony that year, at the same time as a grand wedding banquet filled with new faces.

Draperies of soft red stretched for miles; Nanli Palace was as brightly lit as if it were daytime.

The wedding scene—with its silk canopies, curtains, and a procession adorned in red, along with fluttering catkins and fresh flowers—was overwhelmingly beautiful.

Having undergone his coronation ceremony, the Heir of Tianxi took off the black-and-red Daoist robe he was wearing and changed into a dazzling red wedding garment.

After formally completing the three bows, the sight of his bride, dressed in phoenix crown and cape, left Fang Geyu stunned for a long while.

Could it be the Tianxi’s fourth sword, Yun Rong?!

Could it really be Yun Rong, who was so obsessed with her sword that she knew nothing of worldly love?!

When had Yun Rong married someone?

Fang Geyu was extremely confused.

Amidst the guests, words of congratulations and well-wishes were incessant.

Amidst the joyous atmosphere, nobody noticed the girl with wings hidden beneath her robe as she concealed herself in the shadows against the light, as if she could merge with the darkness at any moment.

She buried the turbulent, covert thoughts in her heart, suppressing any display of her emotions.

The young witch of the Demon Clan had finally grown up.

Demons live long lives, and to truly mature, they must endure an exceedingly long childhood.

Yet, her childhood was exceptionally brief.

While other demons needed thousands of years to reach adulthood, she only took a few decades.

Such unique changes were due not only to her special bloodline but also to the fact that…

the witch had been moved by mundane emotions.

Fang Geyu could tell that the witch longed to grow up quickly, to walk beside him as equals.

However, he failed to see the deep affections she harbored for him.

“Escort the bride to the bridal chamber!” With the master of ceremonies’ booming call.

In the backlit haze, the witch’s figure swayed slightly.

Almost knocking over a glass lamp.

The flame lightly licked the luxurious carpet, and the faint glimmer of fire drew countless glances towards her, and then they revealed expressions full of indifference and disgust.

But strangely, these Immortal Sect disciples—who normally would cry out for the extermination of the Demon Clan—were unusually calm.

They were not surprised by her presence, and no one moved to subdue a demon.

As for those righteous gazes, she turned a blind eye, or perhaps from the moment she entered Nanli Palace, her gaze had been fixed solely on him, with no regard for anyone else.

He, who was holding Yun Rong’s pure hand, looked up and saw the demon girl across the firelight.

“Arao is here,” said the Heir of Tianxi, with a smile at the corner of his mouth and unmistakable happiness in his warm and gentle eyes—a term of affection that pierced straight through her heart.

His gaze, his voice, they truly were imprisoning her, leaving her helpless and unable to resort to any tactics.

For a moment, Fang Geyu felt the emotions reflected in her eyes, illuminated by the firelight, were dangerously frenzied.

It was a deep jealousy and unwillingness toward Yun Rong.

“Arao, come here.” Yet, under his hopeful voice, she rubbed her eyes subtly, dispelling all the emotion she harbored.

Then, she gracefully stepped out from the backlit shadow.

Her fluttering garment elegant as silk, her loosely draped ink-black hair spruced with a simple red cord, trailing softly behind her with every sway.

A gust of mountain wind swept into the inner hall, laden with the chill of snow, and countless withered leaves rustled as they fell outside.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she made her steps light and brisk, revealing not the slightest flaw.

“Today marks the grand occasion of my master’s wedding.

As his disciple, I have come to pay my respects.

May my master and his wife enjoy a flourishing relationship lasting a thousand years and make harmonious music together for a century.

I offer this blessing as a testimony,” she said.

The demon girl named Arao lowered her enchantingly rare countenance and bowed respectfully, her facial expression indecipherable as she uttered the sweet words of blessing.

Fang Geyu inwardly sighed at the divine nature of the Heir of Tianxi.

The despised and rejected Demon Clan, scorned and shunned by all cultivators, who fear tarnishing their reputations by getting too close—yet he had boldly taken one as his disciple.

What talent he possessed to have convinced his strict and honorable father.

As the wine flowed and the night deepened, the candles burned bright.

The bride and groom together, with golden threads dangling from the Phoebe wood bed’s snow-white peony-embroidered canopy.

The silhouettes of the two newlyweds sat amidst the hazy light.

Seeing this, Fang Geyu became inexplicably embarrassed and annoyed, thinking whether she must witness her Young Master perform matrimonial rites with the Tianxi’s fourth sword.

She was immensely frustrated but had no idea how to escape the scene before her.

She could only watch helplessly as the Young Master in the bedchamber lifted the veil of his bride, then tenderly and meticulously began removing her heavy phoenix crown, red hairpin, embroidered shoes, and outer garments.

As expected, beneath the red veil was a radiant face, her eyes smiling subtly with a hint of her usual lazy and frivolous air—even on the night of her joyous wedding, there was not a trace of the bashfulness expected of a bride.

What was even more outrageous was that there were several sword scriptures hidden under her seat, which she failed to conceal adequately as she undressed, and her husband saw them clearly.

By the looks of it, could it be that she planned to get through the first half of the night with her husband and then spend the latter half studying the Sword Dao by candlelight?

Even on the wedding night, could she not be less dismissive?

Yet, her husband was truly a good-tempered man, not showing any sign of anger.

Seeing those sword scriptures, his handsome brow moved slightly with joy, “Chaotic Wind Blade?

Thousand-Mile Flower Sword?

And even the Southern Ten Sword Techniques?

Where did you find such treasures, Senior Sister Yun Rong?

Fang Geyu listened with great irritation—was the Heir of Tianxi out of his mind?

Yun Rong also paused, appearing somewhat surprised.

After watching him for a moment with an amused and nonchalant gaze, seeing that he did not appear to be feigning, she generously took out the sword techniques.

And so, the most uniquely situated couple in the Xijian Sect spent most of the night discussing the Sword Dao.

The groom wore his formal attire neatly, truly embodying the decorum of a gentleman.

Fang Geyu suddenly found his silly look oddly familiar.

Both of them were geniuses of the Sword Dao, and it was clear that Yun Rong was satisfied with her husband because he could talk to her about their shared passion for swords, even if she lacked romantic feelings for him.

Fang Geyu could even mistake that Yun Rong married him as if he were a Living Sword.

As dawn approached, even Yun Rong, thick-faced as she was, felt a twinge of embarrassment for failing to fulfill her wifely duties.

She glanced at the neatly folded red quilt and the soft white towel spread on the bridal bed and then at her husband, who had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “Disciple, comprehending the Sword Dao is draining.

It’s fine to practice diligently on normal days, but since today is our wedding, we should rest earlier.”

Though it was already far from early.