GB Chapter 72

After forming an alliance with the Ghost Domain, the Demonic Cult, which had been dormant for many years, returned to the public eye. Before people could even lament that no matter how the world changed, the biggest enemy of the Righteous Path Alliance would always be the Demonic Path, news spread like wildfire that Bi Qianren, the Great Protector of the Demonic Cult, was about to become cultivation partners with Zhuge Qingtian, the nephew of the God of Joy.

In that instant, looking at the invitation, which clearly stated “those who don’t give red envelopes will bear the consequences” like a ransom note, the people of the cultivation world finally witnessed the long-lost shamelessness of the demonic cultivators once again. Then, they generously opened their wallets without hesitation, further increasing the bounty on Bi Qianren, even vaguely surpassing the bounty on his master, He Huan.

Although the invitations were sent to all sects in the cultivation world, the Demonic Cult did not prepare seats for the Righteous Path sects. According to the elders, “Let alone if they don’t come, even if they do, they can forget about getting a single dish or soup from our Demonic Cult.” In the end, such a rare event of the century, shouldn’t they also take the opportunity to disgust the Righteous Path and celebrate a little?

What they said was so reasonable that even He Huan was speechless. Therefore, the former leader of the Demonic Path, who rightfully had no seat due to his position in the Xuan sect, sat in a prominent position, and shamelessly stole the pastries that the kitchen had prepared for the elders, demonstrating what it means to for evil to be suppressed by righteousness.

According to his status, He Huan was also considered Qian Ren’s adoptive father. Lüling didn’t have any objections to him sitting next to him, only carefully unfolding his wife’s painting and hanging it on the wall. It was the first time he was attending his son’s wedding, and he was terrified of messing things up. After making sure the painting was straight, he kept going over the wedding procedures. His level of nervousness made it seem like he was the one getting married.

It was a rare sight for the Demon Lord to be so nervous. He Huan, curious, looked at him and comforted him, “Don’t panic. There’s a first time for everything. You’ll get used to it.”

Lüling used to respect his son’s master, but after hearing this, he felt something was off, so he glanced sideways at him. “What? Do you want my son to get married a second time?”

After he said this, He Huan also realized the problem with his words. However, he wasn’t someone who cared about being decent, so he immediately added, “I think, given the Demonic Cult’s shamelessness, they could easily make them get married once a year to scam red envelopes.”

Arranging the Demonic Cult while being in the Demonic Cult’s headquarters was something only He Huan dared to do. As expected, as soon as he said this, You Jiang, who was directing the disciples to welcome the guests, was enraged and cursed, “Bah, you old, shameless persimmon! My Demonic Cult is not as shameless as you!”

Although He Huan was usually shameless, he was really no match for You Jiang, who had honed his cursing skills daily. Luckily, his skin was indeed unparalleled, so he elegantly glanced over and said sorrowfully, “Ah, why do you always hold such animosity toward me? If I wasn’t afraid that there wouldn’t be anyone in the heavens better at painting than you, I would have ascended long ago.”

You Jiang wasn’t blind to such blatant flirting and immediately retorted, “Get lost, you big watermelon!”

However, there was also a truly honest person present. Seeing that He Huan’s expression made it seem as if Lüling had taken his words seriously, he immediately comforted him, “No, Yue Lao’s painting skills are the best in the world. Otherwise, how could he have painted my wife?”

He was just saying it casually, but he didn’t know that he had just sold the Moon Deity, who had finally had some peace for a few hundred years, to a troublemaker. He Huan’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. “Yue Lao? Wonderful! You Jiang, I’m abandoning you.”

Grit his teeth while looking at this guy, You Jiang didn’t know whether the Moon Deity could paint, but he only had one thought now: “Today, I will definitely send you to the afterlife!”

“Why do you insist on making yourselves suffer when you know you can’t beat me?”

He Huan originally thought that after he ascended, there wouldn’t be anyone from the Demonic Cult chasing after him, and he was feeling a little nostalgic. So when one came to his door, he rarely agreed to a fight. With a wave of the branch in his hand, peach blossoms fell all over the wedding banquet venue.

They were making quite a ruckus, but Lüling was startled. He quickly put away the painting and struck them with a bolt of lightning. “Stop it! If you hurt my wife, I’ll make the whole world pay!”

Watching the scene as first a gale arose, then peach blossoms danced, and finally thunder and lightning struck, the guests were amazed by the magical scene of the groom’s side of the family already battling each other before the groom even made an appearance.

However, not everyone there was an old cultivator used to divine battles. Mo Pan, who was seeing a fight at a wedding banquet for the first time, anxiously tugged at his master’s sleeve. “Master, they’re fighting over there?”

Ling Sui Daoren, of course, had long sensed what was happening over there. However, as a righteous cultivator who had just been extorted a large sum of money and hadn’t even eaten, he had no interest in maintaining the peace of the Demonic Cult. He raised his old eyes and said coolly, “It’s fine. Is it strange for He Huan to be ganged up on?”

He didn’t expect his master to react like this. As a righteous young hero, he felt obligated to protect any innocent people. He reminded him again, “But the lightning gathered there is heavenly lightning!”

“Don’t worry. People struck by lightning will automatically join the gang beating up He Huan. Look, the groom himself is very calm.”

Getting another calm answer from his master, Mo Pan finally began to see the world in a new light. Looking at Qianren who hadn’t even raised an eyebrow, he could only silently sigh. It was his lack of experience. So the demonic cultivators lived in such a turbulent environment?

“He Huan, how old are you this year?”

Fortunately, there was still one reliable person present. While they were talking, He Ku glanced at the chaotic group and immediately unsheathed his sword. Moon-like sword energy dispersed all attacks indiscriminately. With just one sentence, he caused the demonic leader, He Huan, to quietly sit back in his seat, his expression as kind as an enlightened monk.

After confirming that this person wouldn’t cause any more trouble, he then continued solemnly to Ling Sui Daoren, “Senior Ling Sui, I ask your sect to put more effort into reshaping my disciple’s body. In the future, He Ku will definitely repay you handsomely.”

Although Ling Sui Daoren didn’t have a favorable impression of He Huan, he greatly admired He Ku. He had come to offer congratulations only because of He Ku’s face, and now he naturally agreed without hesitation, “We must also thank Sword Lord and the Great Protector for their righteous actions during the Ghost Domain turmoil. This humble Taoist will naturally do my best to help.”

“Disciple?”

Qianren no longer needed to reshape his body. Seeing the confusion in his expression, He Ku answered with a smile, “Didn’t He Huan tell you? To ensure that the Heavenly Dao sword intent has a successor, I’ve decided to take Fu Hongye as my disciple. After we ascend, you must get along well with your junior brother.”

Qianren was a little surprised that the Xuan sect disciple he had saved on the way had become his junior brother and would probably inherit the leadership of the Xuan sect in the future. However, thinking of Fu Hongye’s appearance, it did fit the Xuan sect’s tradition of sacrificing oneself for their ideals. So, he just said calmly, “If you need help, I can ask my father for you.”

“You old leeks, hurry up and get out! In ten years, the world will belong to my Demonic Cult!”

Lüling, being born a celestial beast, had a far greater understanding of the world than ordinary people. If he could help, that would be best. He Ku was about to express his thanks when You Jiang’s voice cut in. Looking again, he was sullen after suffering at He Huan’s hands. He patted his shoulder in a comforting manner. “You Jiang, my little disciple is an upright person. Don’t bully him in the future.”

You Jiang dared to curse anyone when his temper flared, but he was relatively nice to He Ku. He didn’t refute him this time, just coldly replied, “It depends on my mood.”

The guests had arrived, and He Huan’s bounty had increased three times, successfully securing the top spot on the bounty list. However, Zhuge Qingtian was still nowhere to be seen. Qianren was beginning to feel strange when a guard came rushing to report to You Jiang, “Cult Master, the God of Joy has sent ghosts to deliver the Great Protector’s bride’s dowry!”

“What’s the panic? If they delivered it, just bring it in.”

The relationship between these two families was now common knowledge. Sending some betrothal gifts was normal, but the guard’s expression was very troubled at You Jiang’s nonchalant answer. “But, he sent a lot.”

“Look at you unworldly bears, what could the Ghost Domain possibly have—”

Seeing how troubled he was, You Jiang finally decided to go out with the others to take a look. However, before he could finish reprimanding his subordinate, he felt a flash before his eyes and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Did these two old ghosts dig up all the clams in the entire sea?”

The God of Joy was a Ghost God, so he would not be stingy, but even though they had been mentally prepared, everyone was still shocked by what they saw. This Ghost God had actually filled the desert around the Demonic Cult with pearls.

Everywhere they looked was glittering with the light of pearls. It seemed as if it would never end, it was truly no exaggeration to say that he had emptied the entire sea.

As the guests were in shock, a summer bird descended from the sky, presenting a simple list of gifts and announcing loudly, “The two Gods of the Ghost Domain present the Pearl Sea as a gift, wishing the two newlyweds a long and loving marriage.”

Now that Yindu and Wanguishu Academy were practically one entity, Gou Xing had volunteered to come after hearing about this task. Looking at Qianren in his wedding attire with relief, he slowly conveyed the God of Joy’s words, “The God of Joy says there are thousands of pearls in the sea, but the one he values the most has been given to you. He hopes you will cherish it from now on and not throw it away.”

Zhuge Qingtian had a life full of ups and downs, but the one who finally saw him as the treasure in his hand was his former third uncle. It was truly heartbreaking.

Looking at the unparalleled sea of pearls, You Jiang tapped the groom with his fan. “Did you hear that? This is a warning to you. Although his family is gone, there are still ghosts. If you dare to bully him, be careful of being chased by two Ghost Gods.”

The God of Joy no longer believed in human emotions. As an emperor, he knew that all affection needed to be maintained by benefits. And now, Zhuge Qingtian, who could only be counted as half a Ghost God, had only his third uncle to rely on. Therefore, although he himself couldn’t set foot on the mortal realm due to his Ghost Domain, he wanted the whole world to know how much he valued this nephew. From now on, as long as the Ghost Domain didn’t perish, no one in the world would dare touch Zhuge Qingtian. And this was the true congratulatory gift he gave to his nephew.

Understanding the meaning behind his words, Qianren solemnly accepted the gift list and made a promise to Gou Xing, “Tell the God of Joy that I will take good care of Qingtian. Tell him to rest assured.”

From the moment he saw the pearl sea, Qianren knew why Zhuge Qingtian had disappeared. Following the trail of pearls, he quickly found the boy in his red wedding robes. As soon as he arrived, Zhuge Qingtian, who had been looking down at the pearls sinking into the sand, turned his gaze to him. Although he had a thousand emotions in his heart, he ultimately only sighed lightly, “Third uncle’s actions are always unpredictable.”

Although his heart was excited, he knew that such a good day was not for tears. So, he took Qianren’s hand and smiled, “I thought you would really tie me up and put me in a bridal sedan.”

Habitually tightening his grip on the boy’s hand, Qianren realized the boy was no longer a ghost god without senses. But it was alright like this. Just like this, he held his hand and walked back, saying, “Just to scare you. When has master ever really bullied you?”

He didn’t expect him to admit it so frankly. Zhuge Qingtian blinked and began to be mischievous. He secretly tickled the man’s waist with his finger, pretending to ask casually, “Really? Then answer me honestly. What do you like me to call you? Master? Wife? Husband? Little brother Qianren?”

“Call my name more. There are many people in the world who have those titles, but there is only one Qianren.”

Although the answer was as serious as always, the other party’s little action caused Qianren’s eyes to flicker. He secretly thought to himself: This person really can’t stand being left alone for a day without causing trouble. It seems like the time in the bridal chamber could be extended a little longer than planned.

Thinking of this, seeing that someone still intended to take advantage of the situation, he coolly added, “But, in bed, it would be nice if you called me each of them.”

As soon as he said that, Zhuge Qingtian remembered that day when he was weak all over. Thinking he hadn’t yet learned any real skills from the Grand Master, he immediately admitted his mistake, “I was wrong. I beg you to return to your previously reserved self!”

The road back wasn’t long. After a few casual laughs, they had already arrived at the hall decorated with red silk. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces raising their glasses to congratulate them, Zhuge Qingtian finally realized that the scene he had imagined countless times in the mass grave had finally become a reality.

“Finally got your wish. Are you happy?”

Qianren’s soft voice came from his side. Zhuge Qingtian suddenly felt grateful that they were both men. There was no veil to block their view, so they could look directly at each other on this important day. They could share all the happiness that belonged to each other through their overlapping gazes.

The man used to only wear black clothes. Now that he had changed into bright colors, his face looked much softer, as if he had handed over all his gentleness to him. Without taking the red silk handed over by the Demonic Cult disciple, Zhuge Qingtian simply grasped his partner’s hand tightly and said what he really thought, “At that time, I always thought that only by bowing to heaven and earth could we be together for life. But it’s only now that I realize that even without any ceremony, you are mine, and no one can take you away. But, even so, I still want to announce to the world that you are my rightful cultivation partner. And you, will you be happy about this?”

Demonic cultivators weren’t bound by any etiquette, and no demonic cultivator had ever married another. However, Qianren realized that when he was with Zhuge Qingtian, he didn’t find these procedures tedious. He led the person he was about to spend his life with to his most important master and father. He answered this question seriously, “I don’t have any hobbies. I’m indifferent to everything. I don’t even care about life, death, honor, or disgrace. But such as I am, I especially like seeing you happy.”

It was indeed the most pleasing answer. Zhuge Qingtian smiled as he walked alongside him. “I’m by your side. You can look as long as you want.”

When he was young, he always thought that family members were good, being friendly to people would be rewarded, not getting close to bad people would prevent him from being hurt, and loving someone with all his heart would certainly bring happiness. But after growing up, he realized that for some people, blood ties could never be stronger than desire, good people were far easier to bully than bad people, and people couldn’t be judged solely based on good or bad. If one couldn’t integrate into their own group, they would be destined to be hurt. However, even if everything in the world was no longer simple and you had to wear a mask to survive, as long as you loved the right person, you could really be happy. If this was the case, then everything they had experienced was worth it.

Thank you for appearing. This made me, who had despaired of the world, realize once again that the sun is warm, the flowers and plants are fragrant, and it is really good to be able to love others with your heart.

First bow to heaven and earth, thanking them for creating people who possess emotions.

Second bow to the high hall, thanking his parents for overcoming all obstacles to bring him into this world.

A mutual bow between husband and wife, thanking you for meeting me at the right time.

After the three bows, from now on, no matter where we go, it will only be us together.

[END]

The author has something to say:

Author: I offer my liver for my son’s wedding!

Zhuge Qingtian: Finally married! I can finally tease him openly every day!

Qianren: Come here. Let’s talk about life.

You Jiang: You bunch of bastards are going on your honeymoon and leaving the cult leader alone to manage the camp. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

He Ku: Don’t panic. My disciple is a gift to you. Remember to sign for it in a hundred years.

You Jiang: Get lost! Don’t think I don’t know that you’re raising a Righteous Path Alliance commander!

[A Serious Postscript]

In the blink of an eye, the second book in this series has also come to an end. Perhaps it is because of the seamless connection, my liver power was not as good as before when writing this book. Fortunately, it recovered some later.

Because I wanted to try a different style this time, I made big changes to the plot arrangement and character settings compared to the past. The writing style was also constantly adjusted, and the perspective was changed to the main gong (although it seems to have no impact at all). Thank you, little angels, for your company. I believe that every time I finish writing a story, I improve myself. Although I am still not perfect, I will eventually find my own writing style!

Thinking about it carefully, each arc seems to be quite detailed, and there are no extra stories to add. Let’s just end it like this. The third book in the Xuan sect series is planned to be Fu Hongye X You Jiang, but it is not yet certain when it will start.

In my column, there is also a completed self-attack and self-receive story in the same series: “Fake Demon Head”

Completed long-form transmigrated story: “The Protagonist Vomits Three Liters of Blood Every Day”

I won’t give up on this link. One day, my completed list will be as long as other people’s bomb lists! (Wake up, your dog life is important.)

My next book, “The Protagonist Makes People Back Away”, will start in a week, an invincible local tyrant immortal lord gong x transmigrated blind shou who’s seeking survival. Since it’s expected to be a long story, please allow this salted fish to rest for a week to adjust my state.

So, finally, don’t you think my avatar is still very handsome today? Would you mind adding my author to your collection?

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