Queen of Ten Thousand Demons Insists on Marrying Me - Chapter 62.1

Surrounded by the people of Shining Cloud Palace (Yao Xiá Gōng), Luo Mu  felt somewhat irritated. She was kind enough to save their Young Palace Mistress, yet this is how these sanctimonious people repaid her.

“I already told you this talisman was given to me by your Young Palace Mistress, Wan Qing Yi (Wàn Qīng Yī). If you care about her that much, you should hurry into the swamp to find her. Why are you blocking me here?”

A person from Shining Cloud Palace stepped out: “I am Xie Hu  of Shining Cloud Palace. You claim this talisman was given to you by the Young Palace Mistress, but do you have any proof?”

Luo Mu said impatiently: “I don’t care what ‘Hu’ you are. She gave me a talisman, what evidence could there be? Wouldn’t it be fine if you just found her and asked clearly? It’s just a broken, used talisman that accidentally stuck to my skirt. Who would even care about it?”

Xie Hu’s eyes darkened. Ever since Tantai Jing  put a curse on him, he had served her. Although Tantai Jing later gave him the antidote as promised, he still considered it a lifelong disgrace.

Xie Hu stood his ground: “In this minor world, danger lurks everywhere. A Teleportation Talisman (Chuán Sòng Fú) is extremely important. Why would the Young Palace Mistress give one to a demon like you? Since you are unwilling to tell the truth, don’t blame me for being offensive.”

Luo Mu clenched her five fingers tightly, transforming them into sharp ice claws (bīng zhǎo) held before her chest. The cold air around her was chilling, as if the very atmosphere was frozen solid. As a Snow Demon (Xuě Yāo), with the surge of her will, the ambient temperature plummeted. Dark clouds instantly gathered in the sky, and heavy, goose-feather snow began to fall.

Her eyes flickered with a cold light in the wind and snow, showing contempt for the figures trying to block her path: “As if I’m afraid of you.”

“Perhaps there really is a misunderstanding?” Shen Xiaonan (Shèn Xiǎo Nán) glanced at Wan Xuan’er (Wàn Xuān’ér) and interjected.

Seeing Wan Xuan’er remain silent, Xie Hu said: “What misunderstanding? People of Shining Cloud Palace, array yourselves!”

Although Luo Mu, as a Snow Demon, possessed the cultivation of the Tribulation Crossing Stage (Dù Jié Qī) and extraordinary strength, she would still find it quite challenging when facing the meticulously arranged formation of the Shining Cloud Palace.

Moreover, the powerful Wan Xuan’er was also present in the Shining Cloud Palace.

In less than half an hour, Luo Mu was already somewhat exhausted. Her movements began to slow down, and her attacks lost their usual fierceness.

Xie Hu seized the opportunity, his figure flashing. Like a bolt of lightning, he appeared beside Luo Mu. The long sword in his hand suddenly swung out, carrying a sharp sword glow, piercing straight through Luo Mu’s shoulder.

Luo Mu’s figure swayed, and she nearly fell to the ground. By this time, she had been tightly trapped by the Shining Cloud Palace’s formation. The surrounding light and runes were like a cage, firmly binding her.

Xie Hu looked at Luo Mu’s disheveled state, a cold smirk appearing on his lips: “I advise you to quickly confess the whereabouts of the Young Palace Mistress.”

Luo Mu spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her face as pale as paper. She secretly regretted it, recalling the words of Aunt Zhao (Zhāo Yí) who once warned her: “If you’re going to be a demon, be a good demon. Don’t do any good deeds.”

Thinking back now, she had indeed been drawn into this conflict because of a moment of soft-heartedness, and that’s why she ended up in this predicament.

“Stubborn and unrepentant!”

Watching Xie Hu about to thrust his sword towards her, Luo Mu closed her eyes in despair.

In the nick of time, Wan Qing Yi urgently shouted: “Wait!”

Everyone turned to look, only to see Tantai Jing and Wan Qing Yi walking over from a distance.

“Don’t hurt her!”

Wan Qing Yi hurried towards Wan Xuan’er.

Wan Xuan’er looked at her unharmed daughter, and the cloud of gloom that had been hanging over her face for days finally lifted into a smile.

But Wan Qing Yi’s gaze did not linger on her long-separated mother for too long. Her eyes quickly shifted to Luo Mu, who was surrounded and seriously injured. A hint of worry was mixed in her clear eyes: “Mother, don’t hurt her. She… she once saved me.”

Following this, Wan Qing Yi recounted the series of events that took place in the swamp to the people of Shining Cloud Palace.

After a moment of silence, Wan Xuan’er finally spoke: “Release her.”

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Shining Cloud Palace quickly put away their weapons, and Luo Mu was finally freed from the restraints.

Tantai Jing witnessed all this from the side and felt quite surprised. She had expected Wan Xuan’er to relentlessly pursue Luo Mu, but she didn’t expect her to let her go so easily. She bypassed the crowd and slowly walked towards the injured Luo Mu.

Just then, Wan Qing Yi was one step ahead of her, taking out a bottle of healing elixir from her bosom and handing it to Luo Mu with utmost care.

Luo Mu stared at Wan Qing Yi’s outstretched hand for a moment, then slapped it away. Her tone was cold and disdainful: “Crocodile tears. You are the ones who inflicted the injury, and now you come here to pretend.”

With that, she endured the pain, forced herself to stand up, and walked steadily towards Tantai Jing.

Tantai Jing supported Luo Mu to leave. Halfway there, she turned back and asked Wan Xuan’er: “I wonder if Palace Mistress Wan knows the whereabouts of Xiao Xiao (Xiǎo Xiǎo)?”

“A mine cave in the southwest direction. It’s about half a day’s flight by sword. I heard it from a rogue cultivator who escaped from there a few days ago. I haven’t gone to investigate the specific situation yet.” Wan Xuan’er avoided Tantai Jing’s gaze, her tone devoid of warmth.

Tantai Jing: “Thank you!”

Just as Tantai Jing was about to turn and leave, Wan Xuan’er spoke again: “I also need to find Lu Xiao Xiao. This place is full of dangers. We might as well travel together.”

Tantai Jing paused: “Then I’ll trouble Palace Mistress Wan to be accommodating and allow me to treat Luo Mu’s injuries first.”

Tantai Jing and Luo Mu slowly walked into the tent. Xie Hu’s sinister gaze also retracted.

“Hey, Chaoyuan, we’ve been in this mine for days. How about we go out, find a bed, sleep for a while, rest up, and then come back?” Lu Xiao Xiao’s voice echoed in a dark mine tunnel.

The Chaoyuan Sword’s voice came from not far ahead: “Almost, almost. Just one more high-grade Spiritual Vein (Líng Mài), and that should be enough.”

Lu Xiao Xiao followed closely. The tunnels were complex and intricate. If she were to go out alone, she might not even be able to find her way back.

Lu Xiao Xiao trailed the Chaoyuan Sword and stepped into another breathtaking, peculiar space.

The area was tightly enclosed by natural ores, with countless treasures embedded within. The ores shimmered with a faint glow. Even in this sealed environment with no sunlight penetrating, looking up, the Spirit Stones embedded in the walls were still dazzling, illuminating the entire space.

In the very center of the clearing, a table intricately carved from thousand-year-old cold ice (qiān nián hán bīng) stood prominently. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, emitting a faint chill. What surprised Lu Xiao Xiao even more was a mirror quietly resting on the table, its surface smooth and flawless.

Just as Lu Xiao Xiao and the Chaoyuan Sword stood by the cold ice table, curious about the sudden appearance of the mirror, a light sound of footsteps quietly broke the tranquility.

Could there be a loose fish?

Lu Xiao Xiao picked up the Chaoyuan Sword and stared intently at the only entrance to this place.

“Clack, clack, clack~”

As the sound got closer, a corner of a purple skirt first appeared from the tunnel, followed by an incredibly alluring beauty.

“Yan Sihong (Yàn Sì Hóng)? Why are you here?” Lu Xiao Xiao was astonished. It really was an unfortunate coincidence that she would meet an old acquaintance in this small mine.

Yan Sihong gracefully walked to the side of the cold jade table. Her index and middle fingers brushed over the edge of the table. Her gaze swept past Lu Xiao Xiao’s back, finally resting on the person in front of her.

“Oh~ Why isn’t Tantai Jing following you this time, kid?”

Yan Sihong’s voice carried a hint of teasing and playfulness. Her gaze lingered on Lu Xiao Xiao, finally settling on the hand tightly gripping the Chaoyuan Sword. A meaningful smile curled up at the corner of her lips.

Lu Xiao Xiao pointed the tip of her sword straight at Yan Sihong, her tone carrying a bit of displeasure: “Why wouldn’t she come? She’ll be here soon. Besides, where am I small? I’m already over twenty years old, alright.”

Yan Sihong sniffed with her nose, not smelling any demon energy, then burst into a fit of laughter, shaking like a flower branch swaying in the wind.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re not small among humans,” Yan Sihong’s words carried a degree of compromise, but then she suddenly changed the subject, “But Tantai Jing’s age could make her your ancestor among your human race, couldn’t it?”

Lu Xiao Xiao’s expression slightly changed upon hearing this, but it quickly returned to calm: “What does it matter to you, old demoness? Say what you need to say quickly, and let the wind pass. My Elder Sister Jing is still waiting for me to go out for dinner.”

Yan Sihong didn’t seem angry at the remark. Instead, she turned to look at the mirror on the cold jade table and said: “Do you know what this is?”

Without waiting for Lu Xiao Xiao to answer, Yan Sihong continued to talk to herself: “This is the Golden Light Mirror (Jīn Guāng Jìng), an extremely rare magic treasure. It can not only reflect the true appearance of everything in the world but also possesses astonishing illusionary power.”

“Once someone is illuminated by its light, if their mind is not strong enough, they will be drawn into the world within the mirror, falling into a dream woven from the mirror’s illusions. In that world, time, space, and even all rules are controlled by the Golden Light Mirror, making it difficult for people to distinguish between reality and illusion until they completely lose themselves, unable to break free.”

The Golden Light Mirror reflected a chilling light, with Yan Sihong’s enchanting figure inverted in it. Her voice carried both a hint of awe and a seductive charm as she, with her alluring red lips, continued:

“The illusion of the Golden Light Mirror can be the dream realm that a person desires most, or it can be the source of the deepest fear within their heart. It can penetrate the human mind, magnifying the secrets and desires hidden deep in the soul countless times, allowing people to experience an unprecedented level of reality and shock within the illusion.”

Lu Xiao Xiao was puzzled: “Why are you telling me all this? If you want it, take it. I don’t want to fight you for this broken mirror.”

Although Lu Xiao Xiao was already capable of transcending her level and slaying cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, she always felt a faint sense of danger when facing Yan Sihong, making her unwilling to engage in a confrontation easily.

“Then you may leave.”

Lu Xiao Xiao was puzzled, not understanding how Yan Sihong had let her go so easily. Still pointing her sword at Yan Sihong, she slowly moved towards the passage she had come from.

When Lu Xiao Xiao retreated to the tunnel, she found that the air behind her was blocked by an invisible wall. She angrily said: “Are you playing tricks on me? How can I get out if you set up a barrier?”

Yan Sihong covered her mouth with one hand and leaned on the table with the other, chuckling: “I didn’t. It’s this Golden Light Mirror that insists on finding a master between the two of us today.”

Lu Xiao Xiao was filled with doubt. How could a broken mirror possess such divine power and unleash such a powerful barrier?

Before she could think clearly, Yan Sihong suddenly moved. She picked up the Golden Light Mirror from the table, and with a slight twist of her wrist, the mirror’s surface was instantly aimed at Lu Xiao Xiao. Then, she threw the mirror over.

This sudden move left Lu Xiao Xiao no time to defend. She instinctively raised the Chaoyuan Sword in her hand. The sword tip flashed with cold light, aiming to stab the rapidly flying mirror surface.

However, before the sword tip could touch the mirror surface, Lu Xiao Xiao felt a powerful suction force. This power seemed to devour her whole, as if she was caught in an invisible vortex, and she was instantly sucked into the mirror’s surface.

The spot where Lu Xiao Xiao had stood was now empty.

Yan Sihong looked at the place where Lu Xiao Xiao had vanished, a faint smile on her lips. She gently retracted the Golden Light Mirror, placing it back on the table steadily. As if nothing had happened, the Golden Light Mirror just lay there quietly.

Yan Sihong snorted, her voice carrying a hint of disdain and confidence: “In terms of composure, how can a little Nascent Soul Stage (Yuán Yīng Qī) cultivator in her twenties compete with me? Everyone says the Golden Light Mirror is a sentient magic treasure, but I see it’s nothing special. It seems the master chosen by this Golden Light Mirror is destined to be me.”

As the words fell, a golden flash swept by, and the mine became instantly empty.

Meanwhile, Lu Xiao Xiao, who had been sucked into the Golden Light Mirror, found herself inside the Xuantian Sword Sect. Completely different from the desolate and lonely Xuantian Sword Sect she had seen last time, the one before her eyes was like a fairyland. Magnificent buildings and jade towers were arranged in an orderly manner, and the surrounding mist added a touch of celestial aura.

Inside the Xuantian Sword Sect, voices were bustling and lively. People were dressed in exquisite clothes, with joyous expressions, moving through the pavilions adorned with red silk and red lanterns. Decorations and lights were everywhere, filled with happiness, clearly celebrating a grand wedding.

Lu Xiao Xiao was immersed in this dreamlike scene, somewhat unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. She reached out and firmly pinched her face, trying to wake up from this daze.

“Hiss—it hurts!”

A clear sensation of pain came, making her gasp sharply. This real pain told her that everything in front of her was not an illusion but something truly existing.

“Junior Sister, why are you standing there stunned? Fu Zhao and the others have already brought Tantai Jing to the mountain gate. Why aren’t you going to welcome her and get married? Don’t you want to consummate the marriage tonight?”

Someone suddenly patted her shoulder hard. Lu Xiao Xiao turned her head and saw Lu Wanbai (Lù Wǎn Bái) standing behind her with a smiling face.

“Consummate the marriage?”

Lu Xiao Xiao repeated Lu Wanbai’s words. She was wearing a red wedding dress with a large red embroidered ball hanging on her chest. She was somewhat surprised: When did Senior Sister become so frivolous?

Nevertheless, she obediently allowed Lu Wanbai to push her towards the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Soon, the two arrived at the mountain gate, which was already crowded with people. Lu Xiao Xiao looked around and saw Aunt Wan, Wan Qing Yi, Bai Shi Tao, and Mo Silu (Mò Sī Liǔ) all gathered there, as if they were waiting for her to arrive.

Lu Xiao Xiao suddenly felt something strange, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Would Aunt Wan and Wan Qing Yi really come to attend her wedding with Tantai Jing?