Free Web Novel“Does betrothal require a bridal chamber?”
“...”
Li Mo really wanted to say, with a straight face, that betrothal absolutely requires a bridal chamber. If you don't believe him, ask Clan Leader Shang Qinqing. The Qingluan, who oversees marriages in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, is here, and her authority is absolute.
Clan Leader Shang was so desperate for some 'sugar' that she would definitely go along with his words and mislead them...
“Yes!” Shang Qinqing shouted loudly.
Then she looked at Li Mo, signaling him with her eyes to follow her lead and continue the deception...
“Really? You said you wouldn't lie to me.”
Ice Cube's eyes were clear and deep, and her tone was soft.
Li Mo suddenly found that his glib tongue had failed him. A voice in his heart said, 'You would even deceive such an Ice Cube; you truly deserve to die.'
“This matter is quite controversial, but strictly speaking, no, it doesn't.”
Shang Qinqing: “?”
The 'sugar' she was about to get just flew away? What's wrong with you, kid?
Aren't you Wangqi Xiaobawang? Aren't you Qianlong Ranking Top? You dared to ascend the throne, what are you afraid of now?
“Good girl.” Ying Bing finally released the boy with a large head.
Li Mo glanced at Shang Qinqing, who looked at him with a 'hating iron for not becoming steel' expression, and waved his hand with a serious face:
“Forget it, let's talk about serious matters. Old Huang just came to send me a message.”
“The Demon Summoning Sect has made a move?”
Shang Qinqing could only temporarily give up. If the Qingyuan Sect was gone, what would she 'ship' later?
“Exactly, they plan to act,” Li Mo nodded.
“Sigh...” Qin Yuzhi's expression was complex.
Seeing her troubled look, Li Mo said, “Huanshen Sect Leader Qin, after all, she is your successor from a different generation. If you can't bring yourself to act...”
“That's not it.”
“Then why are you sighing?”
“I won't be able to sleep well tonight.”
Qin Yuzhi snorted, “They didn't awaken me for thousands of years; they don't even have this Sect Leader in their hearts. What kind of generational successor is that? The Huanshen Sect... is ultimately no more.”
“...”
Li Mo felt that it was likely not a problem with the Disciples.
With all the things you know, which one isn't heavy-hitting? Releasing you is no different from releasing a great terror.
“Fortunately, we have the initiative.”
Ying Bing put down her scroll and asked, “When do they plan to act?”
“When we are in the bridal chamber.”
Ying Bing: “?”
“What you just said is right. Since we've anticipated the enemy, we must make full use of it.”
Li Mo said with a serious face, immediately derailing the serious topic: “That's why I came to discuss it with you.”
“Don't people of the Demon Summoning Sect know...”
“Perhaps... they really don't know.”
Shang Qinqing secretly gave Li Mo a thumbs-up in her heart, thinking, 'So that's where you were waiting, kid,' and said:
“When I was still a totem, because I had to worship the gods, it was not allowed to marry while serving in the divine sect. Only after my term ended and I retired would they come to me to find a marriage.”
“Then... they wouldn't even know that, would they?”
Qin Yuzhi naturally knew the rules Shang Qinqing spoke of, but she was still puzzled.
Li Mo pondered for a moment and asked, “Is there a possibility that the Demon Summoning Sect doesn't allow withdrawal?”
“...”
The reason why people of the Demon Summoning Sect are emotionless has been found.
It turns out they simply don't understand this aspect.
“We need to wait for the rabbit, but we don't have the conditions. Little Ice Cube said that betrothal doesn't require a bridal chamber.”
“If there are no conditions, we can create them.” freewēbnoveℓ.com
Li Mo stood tall, righteous and stern: “Ice Cube, you don't want to alert the enemy, do you? We'll be putting on a show for them then.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I will do my best to take them down then.”
Shang Qinqing couldn't help but give a thumbs-up, apologizing for her earlier self.
She was too hasty. It still has to be you, Little Li. It turns out sincerity is the greatest killing move.
If it's fake now, what if they make a fake show into a real one later?
At this moment, Shang Qinqing wished she could ascend to the heavens with each step, directly reaching the Tongtian Realm, and then block all the people of the Demon Summoning Sect outside.
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes and was silent for a long while: “I feel like you're trying to trick me, but this Elder has no proof.”
“Everything I said is true.”
“Then... you go prepare.”
Ying Bing said expressionlessly, then turned and went downstairs, appearing very businesslike.
As she walked down the Scripture Pavilion stairs, her cold demeanor made many Disciples and Jianghu figures who had come to admire her involuntarily cast their gazes, then instinctively lowered their heads.
This was Han Xianzi; she truly lived up to her name, both cold and ethereal. Meeting her face-to-face brought an inexplicable sense of guilt.
It was hard to imagine such a person, like the emotionless people of the Demon Summoning Sect, was about to get engaged, even if that person was Li Shaoxia.
But the further she walked out, the redder her taut face became. As she stepped out of ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the Scripture Pavilion, the sunlight illuminated her clear, deep eyes.
“Hey, Disciple Niece Ying, wait a moment.”
The Elder of the Sutra Library suddenly chased out from behind, holding a box in his hand:
“You've been working hard on compiling martial arts recently. Our Scripture Pavilion doesn't have many other good items. Take these few Mingguang candles; they have the effect of clearing the mind and calming the spirit. Being illuminated by their light for a long time can also improve eyesight...”
“No need, Elder, please keep them for yourself.”
Ying Bing paused slightly, then walked faster, as if something was chasing her from behind.
The Elder of the Sutra Library was puzzled, scratching his head: “Perhaps Disciple Niece Ying has something better?”
Perhaps no one could have imagined that she, who had compiled the Scripture Pavilion, now saw candles, and what came to her mind had nothing to do with martial arts...
Time flowed quietly.
As dusk approached, a damp sweetness permeated the air. A light rain drizzled down, lines of rain extending from the dark clouds, making the world a vast, hazy blur.
The Happy Sheep Hot Pot Restaurant was brightly lit, business bustling. This weather was perfect for eating hot pot to warm the body.
A group of people wearing hats that obscured their faces walked into the restaurant.
“Guests, how many of you?”
Meng Can, the little sprout from Nijiao Alley in the past, had now grown taller and stronger. Seeing guests, he immediately went to greet them.
“Xiao Jiang hasn't returned yet? Her Imperial Father must be keeping her in Dijin for a while.” ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Li Mo scanned the restaurant, feeling a sense of relief instead.
After all, there were people from the Demon Summoning Sect occupying the restaurant. Others might be fine, but Xiao Jiang's identity could easily be recognized by the Demon Summoning Sect, and who knew what complications might arise then.
“Five.”
“Alright, I recommend two pots for you, a tomato pot and a 'true fragrance' pot, our restaurant's signature...”
“No need for dishes, we are here to do business.”
Li Mo just waved his hand.
‘Gurgle...’
“Uh... honored guest, are you really not hungry? Our restaurant's sesame paste is also a marvel. Dipped with lamb, it's soft and delicious, making one salivate...”
‘Slurp!’
“...”
Li Mo glanced sideways at Elder Qian, whose short, stout figure was visible even under his bamboo hat. He wondered if the Elders were truly reliable as teammates.
However, he also knew that Elder Qian couldn't help it; it was a purely instinctive reaction. He said helplessly:
“Then bring some beef and lamb, and the pots will be as you said.”
Elder Qian nodded, emphasizing: “Normal amount of green onions and garlic, plenty of sesame paste, and the bill will be charged to...”
As he spoke, Elder Qian paused. He didn't know which room the people from the Demon Summoning Sect were staying in.
Just then, everyone heard a 'bang' upstairs—the sound of a door being heavily pushed open.
Luo Yexian eagerly rushed out:
“Who's playing mahjong? I want to play a few hands too!”
Li Mo: “...”
It seemed the other side was even less reliable.
