Chapter 106
The Demonic Cult.
Many subordinates gathered to discuss why their Lord had a face like she was attending a funeral.
The most favored and capable general, Qiu Xingzhou, spoke with the air of an experienced man: “Ah, she’s fallen for someone.”
“Then why is she still so unhappy?”
“Naturally, it’s because the other person doesn’t like her back.” Qiu Xingzhou leaned smugly into the arms of the right protector, Duan Yan. “How tragic.”
The subordinates looked away. “Who cares if the person likes her or not? Just kidnap them and bring them back.”
Qiu Xingzhou: “Well, naturally, they can’t be kidnapped and brought into the cult.”
Everyone sighed in unison: “How tragic!”
“What are you all talking about?” Xia Linxia walked in from outside.
“N-nothing, we were just talking about the Martial Arts Conference.” A subordinate quickly changed the subject. An idea struck him. “Boss! I heard the Martial Arts Alliance Leader is getting married. Why don’t we go kill her fiancée and make her suffer for the rest of her life!”
Xia Linxia’s brow twitched. “Getting married? To whom?”
“That we don’t know. That’s just the rumor in the martial world, that the Alliance Leader is getting married at the Martial Arts Conference.”
“Oh.” Xia Linxia strode away.
Although Xia Linxia had returned to the Demonic Cult, the familiar environment did not bring her peace. She spent her days sitting on the mountaintop, watching the sky, looking at the ground, and roasting birds. Occasionally, she’d crave some grilled fish and have someone prepare it, but it never tasted good.
Though she was reluctant to admit it, she felt very lonely by herself.
Late one night, she suddenly sat up in bed, thinking: I’m a demon lord. Who can’t I have if I want them?
So, she secretly went down the mountain and into a brothel, calling for the most beautiful girl. After bathing, the girl climbed into bed and blew a breath of air into her ear. She subconsciously kicked her away.
It must be that this woman’s clothes were too ugly. She probably preferred women in white, who looked like virtuous ladies; they were much more interesting to corrupt.
So she broke into a farmhouse and caught a woman in white. The woman threatened to kill herself, crying that she already had a sweetheart.
“What’s your name?” she asked the girl, who was crying a river of tears. But her mind was filled with the image of a certain person, who had only cried in front of her once, yet had haunted her dreams ever since.
“My name is Xiang Huaimeng. My sweetheart knows martial arts, and she’ll be back soon,” the woman said.
“She knows martial arts too?”
“Yes, and she’s a friend of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, so you better not touch me!”
Xia Linxia’s eyelid twitched. She looked at her for a long moment with a strange expression. The next second, she slung the person over her shoulder and headed back to the Demonic Cult. “Then I’ll marry you. If you have the guts, let them come and kill me.”
The news that the Demon Lord was taking a wife spread like wildfire. Both the demonic and righteous paths were taking wives, which thoroughly frustrated the people of the martial world. Was this some kind of competition?
Three days later, Xia Linxia met Xiang Huaimeng’s sweetheart, who stumbled into the Demonic Cult, covered in injuries.
Xiang Huaimeng rushed out. “Chen Nian, why are you here? I’m having a great time here. I have food, drinks, people to play with, and no one bullies me.”
Chen Nian spat out a mouthful of blood. “...” So you’re enjoying yourself so much you’ve forgotten all about home? My feelings were all for nothing!
“Did you come alone?” Xia Linxia asked.
“Of course.” After answering, Chen Nian suddenly looked at Xiang Huaimeng. “Don’t tell me you have another lover?”
Xiang Huaimeng shook her head and whispered in her ear, “She has a crush on your friend! She pesters me all day, asking which sweethearts Ji Fengxue has.”
Xia Linxia flew into a rage. “I heard that! Do you believe I’ll capture you again?”
“Yes, please do!” Xiang Huaimeng held out her hands, waiting to be captured. Life in the Demonic Cult was comfortable!
“...” Chen Nian led her away, but then she heard Xia Linxia ask, “Are you... are you and she doing well?”
Chen Nian was puzzled. “We’re doing great.”
“I was asking... forget it, get lost,” Xia Linxia dismissed them.
“Ah, you’re asking about Ji Fengxue, right?” Chen Nian realized. “Her? She’s been very busy lately. I don’t know what she’s up to, but whenever I ask, she says she’s preparing for her wedding.”
Xia Linxia kicked the two of them out of the Demonic Cult.
Xia Linxia slipped back to Wuyi Town once, to the same inn. She sat on the roof, secretly lifted a tile, and saw the person in the room discussing matters with someone. Suddenly, the voices stopped, and then Ji Fengxue dismissed the other person.
Silence in the room.
After a long while, Ji Fengxue finally looked up, her gaze trembling slightly. “Is that you?”
Xia Linxia turned her face away and said nothing.
Ji Fengxue spoke again, “Come down. I have something to tell you.”
Xia Linxia didn’t move.
“I’m getting married. You—” Before Ji Fengxue could finish, several tiles flew into the room, shattering on the floor. There was a sound of footsteps on the roof, and then silence.
Ji Fengxue: “...”
Xia Linxia pressed Qiu Xingzhou’s face onto the table. “Draw me a new portrait.”
“A portrait of whom?” Qiu Xingzhou asked through gritted teeth.
Xia Linxia said, “Of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader.”
Qiu Xingzhou was forced to draw countless pictures, none of which satisfied her. “Do you even know how to draw? Why are they all so ugly!”
“Of course I don’t know how to draw, I’m just an opera singer,” Qiu Xingzhou said, getting angry too. “Besides, I’ve never even seen the person, how am I supposed to draw them?”
“Useless thing, move aside, I’ll do it!” Xia Linxia pushed him aside, picked up the brush, and began to paint. Because the image of a certain person was stored in her mind, her brush moved as if guided by a spirit, her movements swift and elegant.
Finally, she blew on the ink on the paper. “How is it?”
Qiu Xingzhou covered his face. “Why don’t you just come and sing opera with me instead.”
Xia Linxia: “...”
Half a month later, a subordinate knocked on Xia Linxia’s door. “Boss, it’s time for us to go to the Martial Arts Conference.”
The door opened. The subordinate was about to speak, but his jaw dropped in astonishment.
“B-Boss, you look so beautiful today!”
She was more than beautiful; she looked like a completely different person. She wore a red dress, held a red silk handkerchief in her hand, and had her sword at her waist. But her eyes were no longer as innocent and carefree as before; instead, they were as cold as ice. That aura seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Before the subordinate could recall, he heard Xia Linxia command, “Order everyone to assemble here.”
“Yes!” Something big is about to happen!
“Let’s go!” Xia Linxia looked at the neat ranks of the Demonic Cultists and gave the order.
At the Martial Arts Conference, the leaders of the major sects sat in a circle, their disciples standing behind them. The scene was quite magnificent. In the center of the crowd, Ji Fengxue took the sword of the Alliance Leader from the hands of her predecessor and slowly walked to the main seat, her white robes stirring up a cloud of dust.
The ceremony was about to end, and the sect leaders began to urge the new Alliance Leader to lead them in an attack on the Demonic Cult.
Ji Fengxue’s fingers twitched slightly. “I have my own way. And besides... they’re here.”
A gust of wind swept past.
“The people from the Demonic Cult are here!” a disciple on the outer edge cried out in alarm, causing a panic. The more skilled disciples, however, stood ready.
Ji Fengxue looked into the distance and saw a group of people land in a well-trained formation outside the field, encircling everyone.
“Demoness! How dare you trespass here!” a sect leader snapped.
Xia Linxia walked through the crowd, twirling the silk handkerchief in her hand. She walked to the center of the field, looked at the extra sedan chair, and sneered, “Who is inside?”
Everyone looked at Ji Fengxue in unison.
Ji Fengxue smiled faintly. “My future wife.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Linxia leaped onto the roof of the sedan chair, raised her foot, and was about to kick the eyesore to pieces when someone tripped her. She stepped back and attacked Ji Fengxue directly.
The two exchanged countless moves on the roof of the sedan chair, their palm strikes fierce.
The crowd watched from the side, occasionally marveling at the young heroes, and pricked up their ears. They could only hear the two go from silence to mutual threats.
“Ji Fengxue, if you dare to get married today, I will make you a soul under my blade.”
“Xia Linxia, why don’t you dare to look inside the sedan chair?”
“Why should I look? It would only dirty my eyes!”
“Then why are you wearing a wedding dress and carrying a silk handkerchief?”
“Because I want to!” Xia Linxia’s secret was exposed. She missed a step, slipped, and fell off the roof of the sedan chair, but she did not hit the ground.
Ji Fengxue wrapped her arm around her waist, standing firmly on the ground.
Xia Linxia looked at her, a tear rolling down her cheek. She didn’t speak, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from begging her not to get married, not to ignore her, not to shut her out.
Ji Fengxue held her with one arm and, without looking back, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.
Xia Linxia stared at the sedan chair, her other hand quietly gripping the hilt of her sword. What a joke. She was a demon lord; she would definitely kill that woman.
“Take a look,” Ji Fengxue said, stepping aside. But Xia Linxia found that it was empty inside, and she was momentarily stunned.
Ji Fengxue took the silk handkerchief from her hand, draped it over her head, and carried her into the sedan chair.
Xia Linxia was speechless, surprised as she pulled off the head covering. “This is...”
“You’re finally here. This sedan chair wasn’t bought for nothing,” Ji Fengxue said.
“You...” Xia Linxia clenched her fists, her voice filled with disbelief. “Where is your bride?”
“Isn’t she right here?” Ji Fengxue tapped her on the nose, then took out a somewhat worn scented pouch and tied it to her belt. “I didn’t know you liked this thing. It’s been used for many years, I hope you don’t mind.”
Xia Linxia held the scented pouch. When she looked up again, her eyes were already filled with tears. She reached out, hooked her arm around hers, and kissed her.
“Kidnapping me, humiliating me, abandoning me—you’ve fulfilled all three of your wishes. Now, isn’t it time for me to retaliate?”
“How do you want to retaliate?” Xia Linxia asked, capturing her lips, her eyes hazy.
“Marry me,” Ji Fengxue swallowed. “In the days to come, you’ll find out how I’ll retaliate against you.”
Everyone outside waited for a long time, but they didn’t see the two of them tear apart the sedan chair and start fighting. Instead, they saw the sedan chair sway, and the window curtain was accidentally moved, revealing a scene inside—
Xia Linxia and Ji Fengxue were kissing passionately! Sizzling hot!
The sect leaders: “Well, then.”
The Demonic Cultists: “Are we still supposed to fight them?”
Qiu Xingzhou smacked him on the head. “What fight? We’re all family! Come on, brothers and sisters, the Demonic Cult and the righteous path have officially established diplomatic relations!”
The righteous path crowd: So this is what the Alliance Leader meant by dealing with the Demonic Cult—sacrificing herself! She made the Demonic Cult surrender without losing a single soldier. Truly admirable!
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