sinovels Chapter 15: Poisoned on the Wedding Night?
Chapter 15: Poisoned on the Wedding Night?
offstage.
Youyang asked Chen Luoluo curiously, "Senior Sister Luoluo, what do you think the good news Uncle Xia mentioned might be?"
Chen Luoluo was clearly not surprised by this question, and cheerfully explained to Youyang, "I don't know, but if Master says it's a good thing, then it's a good thing. Let's hear what Master will say next."
On the stage.
Xia Lang announced to all the disciples of the sect: "Today is an important day. The engagement banquet of Chen Luoluo, the youngest female sword immortal of our sect, and Hua Zixiao, the holy son of Medicine King Valley, is scheduled for three days from now. Medicine King Valley invites all the disciples of the sect to Medicine King Valley to attend the engagement ceremony."
The crowd erupted in uproar. Some offered their blessings, while others sighed, realizing that this sword immortal, whom the sect's disciples called a goddess, would one day enter the mortal world and get married like an ordinary person.
Youyang was initially excited upon hearing the news, happy for his senior sister's marriage. However, his mood quickly sombered, and he raised his dim eyes to ask Chen Luoluo, "Senior Sister Luoluo, after you marry Senior Brother Hua, will you come back to see us often?"
Chen Luoluo patted Youyang's head and smiled gently, "Silly boy, my marriage with Senior Brother Hua this time is to repay the kindness we owed twelve years ago. We will not consummate our marriage, so naturally we will not go to Medicine King Valley."
"Okay! Got it." Youyang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
On this auspicious day, the gates of Medicine King Valley are extraordinary tonight.
The once tranquil herb garden and the valley shrouded in Danxia landforms are now submerged in an endless sea of crimson light. This red is no ordinary red; it is the result of celestial clouds pouring down and crimson clouds being forged, soaring straight into the heavens and forcing the night to retreat by three points.
The winding corridors and waterside pavilions in the valley have long lost their original indigo hue. Thick red silk, thicker than a bowl, hangs from the cliff face, like a crimson dragon coiled or a waterfall cascading down from the sky. Embroidered in gold thread are cloud-script runes bearing the inscriptions "Long Live the Emperor" and "May Your Blessings Be Enduring," each stroke radiating a faint, subtle spiritual energy. A jade talisman pagoda is tied to the end of the silk, tinkling melodiously in the wind, its clear sound possessing a miraculous effect of calming the soul and cleansing away impurities.
Figures floated among them, their robes fluttering, and precious light shimmering.
The guests who came to witness the ceremony were all renowned figures from various Taoist lineages. Some rode magical artifacts, while others rode auspicious beasts. At this moment, they all withdrew their supernatural powers and stepped into the courtyard, where light flowed across the ground and spiritual energy was rising.
The dancing specks of light on the ground were golden fragments sifted down from the sea of lights above, or perhaps invisible grains of fire-attribute spirit stone essence, light and joyful. Several children from Medicine King Valley darted about, laughing and playing, carrying small "Nine-Colored Medicine Cauldron Lamps." The flames of the lamps swirled with colors, leaving behind a dazzling, mesmerizing trail of light beneath the feet of the crowd, and echoing with innocent laughter.
A clear, melodious sword aura echoed from the distance, drowning out all the noise.
Everyone looked up and saw ninety-nine sword lights in the sky, as bright as shooting stars, with long crimson ribbons trailing behind them—it was the wedding procession from Wanjian Manor. The sword energy pierced through the air and, wherever it passed, the continuous sea of lights below shone brightly, as if all spirits bowed in worship, or as if they were cheering silently.
The chilling aura contained within the sword energy mingled with the warm spiritual light of Medicine King Valley, creating a dazzling seven-colored halo in mid-air, as if announcing that the union of this perfect couple was an extraordinary destiny of yin and yang in harmony and the perfect fusion of sword and medicine.
The groom, dressed in a crimson-gold robe adorned with auspicious clouds, stood beneath the corridor in front of the hall, surrounded by a misty aura. He stood there quietly, waiting for his beloved woman. The soft crimson-gold light reflected on his gentle, smiling eyes, which were filled with tenderness.
Light and shadow intertwine, and people's shadows flicker.
The sea of lights, like a surging tide, spread from Huichun Pavilion to the entire Medicine King Valley, and then flowed along the valley streams deeper into the mountains. Finally, at the entrance of the valley, it converged and surged with the precious aura emanating from the dazzling dowry and countless congratulatory gifts of Wanjian Manor.
The red tide was unstoppable. Wherever it went, even the mist rising from the cold pool was dyed into a dreamy pink glow, and the floating clouds in the sky were gilded with gold, which was breathtaking!
The Medicine King and Xia Lang stood on the high platform, both dressed in purple robes, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, like immortals who had achieved great things in their old age.
The light curtain of the sword boat rippled out and then receded like waves. Two portals, formed from countless strands of fine sword light, slowly slid open.
This is Chen Luoluo, the female swordswoman of Wanjian Manor. We've arrived.
She wasn't veiled in red; a snow-blue wedding gown, embracing her tall and elegant figure, enveloped her. The gown was made of a peculiar material, neither cloth nor silk, but rather like celestial clouds infused with the cold frost of moonlight. Its color was clear and icy, yet within it floated a surging, molten crimson glow. The gown was unembroidered and unpatterned, but as the light shifted, countless tiny sword-shaped runes spontaneously coalesced, moving ceaselessly like living things, sometimes revealing starlight, sometimes bursting with sharp intent.
"As expected of the sixth greatest swordswoman of our time, she is indeed breathtakingly beautiful..."
"This Holy Son of Medicine King Valley is also a renowned prodigy of our time..."
"These two stunning beauties are truly a perfect match..."
Cheers, congratulations, and exclamations of praise rolled like a thunderous tide, and the audience below the stage were all praising the Condor Heroes couple before them.
The Medicine King casually picked up a cup of fine wine. "Today is the wedding day of my disciple. I am deeply grateful to all the fellow cultivators in the cultivation world for gracing us with their presence. I toast this cup to everyone present to express my gratitude. Please raise your cups and drink this wine together..."
"ah--!"
A young monk, still beaming with pride, raised his cup to drink with someone. Suddenly, he clutched his chest, the cup slipping from his hand and crashing to the polished gold brick floor with a piercing sound!
This was clearly a sign of poisoning. Then, the person convulsed and curled up, with blood foam mixed with glaring black streaks uncontrollably gushing from the corner of their mouth.
Before he could even feel the pain, his body lost its support and he fell straight backward!
The wail was so pitiful that it attracted almost everyone's attention.
The newcomers on stage naturally heard the piercing scream. Chen Luoluo looked in the direction of the sound, and her smiling face vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression.
Because the person who was poisoned was none other than her junior brother, Youyang, whom she had always regarded as her younger brother.
It only lasted a moment.
Her figure vanished on the spot, leaving behind only a rapidly spreading frost-blue mark and a sharp, tearing sound as the air was ripped apart!
fast!
So fast it's beyond the reach of light!
It is no longer the graceful stroll of a bride, but the sudden attack of a battle-hardened swordsman in a desperate situation.
Xue Qinghanxiao's wedding dress stretched out behind her like a stunning rainbow tearing through the void.
The numerous guests blocking her path could barely utter a cry of alarm before their bodies were violently pushed aside by the overwhelming, chilling sword wind that seemed to freeze everything, and they fell to either side like straw.
Wherever it passed, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost, about an inch thick, with sharp icicles!
Youyang's body had only tilted down by half an inch.
A hand, sculpted from cold jade, carrying an aura that could freeze one's soul, had precisely caught his falling body.
Chen Luoluo gripped Youyang's wrist tightly, pouring her boundless spiritual energy into Youyang's body like an ocean, but to no avail.
The spiritual energy could not enter Youyang's body normally. His body was as if it were sealed off. No matter how much spiritual energy was gathered, it would overflow from his body.
"Lolo! Today is our wedding day, let outsiders handle these external affairs." Hua Zixiao's furious and panicked roar rang out, revealing a loss of composure due to being overwhelmed by the huge change.
The gentle smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by astonishment and an indescribable gloom.
Chen Luoluo had no time to spare for anything else.
At this moment, all she could see was the boy in her arms who was being rapidly consumed by death energy.
On that aloof and stunningly beautiful face, there was no panic, no anger, not even a trace of wavering. What remained was a chilling killing intent, deeper and purer than ten-thousand-year-old ice!
"I need an explanation." Chen Luoluo looked up at her surroundings, each word seemingly squeezed out of her mouth, each word containing a chilling killing intent.
At this moment, all the disciples of Wanjian Manor present had gloomy expressions on their faces.
Whether it was the originally exceptionally talented but mischievous little boy, or the now mediocre but kind-hearted junior brother, everyone in Wanjian Manor treated Youyang as their family.
When Xia Lang realized that the person who had been poisoned was You Yang, his face, which had been beaming with joy, became eerily calm. This was the calm before the storm!
Xia Lang looked coldly at the Medicine King and his disciple, his tone full of threat, "Your Medicine King Valley really has some tricks up your sleeve, actually harming a child who can't even kill a chicken."
"Such actions are truly remarkable. If there is no reasonable explanation, the disciples of Wanjian Manor will not hesitate to overthrow your little medicine valley." Xia Lang said with a gloomy face, his voice exuding an unquestionable authority.
Yu Yang's breath grew weaker and weaker, and his breathing became extremely shallow. Suddenly, a golden light enveloped Yu Yang's body, and the phantom of a dragon was projected from within him...