Cloud Expanse Sect, Congealed Fat Peak.
Li Muqun’s face was flushed red, his expression dazed as he soared through the mountains on the wind, muttering to himself.
Behind him, a faint Dan Mist gradually condensed in the air, forming into a delicate little girl, her tiny feet flawless and pink, her translucent toes stepping lightly on the clouds as she followed closely behind Li Muqun.
The girl’s brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes full of fear and doubt.
This was none other than Luo Dan’er.
Since Li Muqun’s strange behavior began, she had been shadowing him for some time.
But the more she followed, the more her fear grew uncontrollably.
Something’s wrong!
Absolutely wrong!
It wasn’t just that he was ignoring her.
Every move he made was abnormal!
A few days ago, a Transmission Disciple from the sect came with a secret order from the Headmaster, but Li Muqun acted as if he had seen some monster and avoided the disciple entirely. That Transmission Disciple waited outside the mountain gate in vain and finally left disappointed.
A few days before that, his cultivation seemed to have gone awry; he tossed and turned, unable to settle into meditation. Each night he left his small room, looking left and right to confirm he was not being followed, then disappeared into the darkness, while the Daoist Temple atop the peak remained lit night after night.
Until today, with a crazed look on his face and as if determined on something, he burst out the door frantically, muttering repeatedly: “I want to be Master’s dog, I want to be Master’s dog.”
Luo Dan’er shuddered, a dry lump forming in her throat.
Although she had long suspected this matter was inseparable from Mother’s involvement.
Hearing it from Li Muqun’s own mouth was still hard to accept.
She didn’t understand how the cold, aloof, and otherworldly Luozhilan—who always taught her to despise men—could have become like this.
With her own disciple…
The rest of the image was too unbearable to imagine.
Mother, you not only have ties with Qin Xinrui… but also with Li Muqun…
“No!” Luo Dan’er shouted inside.
She absolutely, absolutely could not let Mother make this mistake any further.
She had to crush this matter at its root!
She summoned her spiritual power and quickly caught up to Li Muqun, shouting loudly into his ear: “Fellow Daoist Li Muqun! Wake up, please wake up!”
But Li Muqun still ignored her completely, flying excitedly in the air, muttering: “I want to be Master’s dog, I want to be Master’s dog!”
No, there was simply no hope.
Her shouts went unanswered, and Luo Dan’er grew increasingly anxious, grabbing his arm with force.
But with a “crack,” Li Muqun’s arm was dislocated as he violently yanked it free from her grasp.
Luo Dan’er was shocked and quickly released him, only to see no trace of pain on Li Muqun’s face; he continued flying forward recklessly.
Not far ahead stood the very Daoist Temple that Luo Dan’er was all too familiar with.
Since Li Muqun’s first abnormal behavior, Luozhilan had treated her coldly like a stranger and even ordered her forbidden from entering the Daoist Temple.
But today, was she supposed to stand by and watch Li Muqun walk into the Daoist Temple to make a grave mistake, while she remained outside listening?
No, no.
Luo Dan’er clenched her silver teeth and shifted her form, dispersing her body to become a faint Dan Mist, attaching herself to Li Muqun’s back.
Mother, please don’t blame Dan’er for disobeying your order.
Just this once, just this once, Dan’er cannot stand by and watch you walk further down this wrong path!
Atop Congealed Fat Peak, inside the Daoist Temple.
The usual plain and tranquil atmosphere had been transformed. Bright red paper and lanterns covered the windows and doorframes, filling the room with a pale red mist. The soft red candlelight cast shadows on the walls, outlining a voluptuous silhouette so full it seemed about to spill over.
She wore a bridal veil trimmed with golden edges on her head, and a fiery red wedding dress embroidered with phoenix patterns stretched taut over her ample figure, outlining exquisite curves. She sat upright on an elaborately decorated bridal bed of matching crimson hues, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked by a fated lover.
The atmosphere in the room became charged with intimacy as the Daoist Temple’s door opened. A breeze stirred the flickering candlelight and the drifting shadows.
Luozhilan gently lifted the veil, revealing a fairy-like face beneath—phoenix-shaped eyes lined with color, a perfect nose dusted with powder, cheeks faintly flushed, lips bright red. The once cold and icy beauty had been transformed through meticulous makeup into a bewitching, soul-captivating enchantress.
She exhaled a fragrance like orchids, needing no words. With just a gentle curl of her delicate porcelain hand, the figure at the door hurried over to her side.
“Slave Qun, are you happy on this joyous day?”
She softly pulled Li Muqun into her embrace, her nail-polished fingers tenderly stroking his cheek.
“Master, Master, your disciple is naturally happy. I’ve never been happier…”
“What did you just call me?” She lightly rubbed Li Muqun’s nose, making him panic and stammer: “M-Master.”
“Master, Slave Qun was wrong.”
Luo Dan’er, still attached behind him in Dan Mist form, had already lost the ability to think, staring blankly at this entire scene as if trapped in a ridiculous and chaotic dream only the wise could comprehend.
But Luozhilan’s enchanting face revealed a faint smile as she spoke softly:
“I have cultivated the Jade Heart Elixir Mind Technique for fifty years, yet your appearance has caused me to break my cultivation.”
“All the emotions and desires I’ve suppressed for fifty years exploded within just a few months. Slave Qun, do you know how much I have suffered?”
“Tell me, how should I punish you?”
Li Muqun, already intoxicated in Luozhilan’s tender embrace, said absentmindedly: “Slave Qun’s everything now belongs to Master. I’m willing to bear any punishment.”
“Good, good.”
Luozhilan smiled brightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a brilliant light.
“I have heard that among mortals, when a man and woman marry, they hold a ceremony called the ‘Four-Step Nuptial Rite.’ The man wears festive robes and presents betrothal gifts; the woman wears a bridal veil and wedding dress.”
“Among cultivators, it is also common for Daoist partners to hold such ceremonies. Today, we shall imitate this rite—me as Master, you as Slave—and hold a unique wedding.”
“I have already prepared the festive robes.” She waved her jade hand, and the Spirit Robe ‘Remnant Moon’ on Li Muqun trembled, transforming into a red court robe that matched her crimson wedding dress.
But the court robe’s chest, where a golden dragon should have been embroidered, instead bore a large, bold character: “Nu” (奴).
“This nuptial rite originally had six steps, but I found it cumbersome and revised it to four.”
“Bowing to each other, lifting the veil, drinking the nuptial wine, entering the bridal chamber.”
She settled Li Muqun beside her, her tall and voluptuous body nestling into his embrace.
“Originally, we would begin with the first step.”
“But it seems someone is being restless.”
With that, she waved her jade hand again, lightly brushing Li Muqun’s back, directly drawing the Dan Mist that was Luo Dan’er into the palm of her hand.
“Look, there’s even someone causing trouble at our wedding.”
She smiled broadly as Luo Dan’er immediately lost consciousness.
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