Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 117 EXTRA 17

After their adventure in the Western Fantasy world, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing took a short break.

Qi Siyu, brimming with inspiration, spent a whole week writing a script before they continued their journey.

This time, after experiencing Western magic, Qi Siyu wanted to try something from the East—an immortal cultivation world, complete with swordplay, spirit beasts, and celestial sects.

Gu Qing had no objections, so the plan was set.

The journey this time was almost instantaneous. In the blink of an eye, the world around Qi Siyu transformed.

They stood atop a lofty mountain peak, mist curling around them like silk. A few cranes glided past, their wings cutting through the clouds. Behind them stretched an endless bamboo forest, and ahead—nothing but boundless sky.

“Oh my!” Qi Siyu gasped.

When she turned around, she saw a woman in a Daoist robe floating gracefully in midair, strumming a guqin. Her hair was held up by a simple wooden hairpin, her entire presence radiating an ethereal aura.

But in the very next second, that aura shattered—

“Whoa, you scared me, little sis. I was just posing for effect!” the woman said.

She shoved her guqin aside, leapt down from midair, and landed in front of them, her posture loose and boneless—ethereal no more.

Qi Siyu burst out laughing. “Hahaha, you’re from the Northeast? No wonder! You popping out like that scared me too—guess we’re even.”

“Yep,” the woman grinned. “Name’s Zhao Hua. Been here for five hundred years now, made it to Grand Elder of the Wentian Sect. I only get to see fellow countryfolk when visitors pop in, so come on, let’s get out of this wind before my ‘ethereal act’ blows away. I’ll take you to my cave residence.”

With a whistle, Zhao Hua summoned three immortal cranes. The trio mounted them and soared through the clouds.

Qi Siyu found the ride fascinating—soaring above the mountains, clouds brushing past her face. She just couldn’t look down; whenever the clouds parted and she caught sight of the abyss below, her head swam.

“We have to take a photo riding these cranes. It’s basically a staple in every cultivation drama,” Qi Siyu said excitedly.

“Sure, but make sure the cranes face east,” Zhao Hua chuckled, “otherwise people will think you’re ‘riding cranes to the West’—and that’s not exactly the vibe you want for a wedding.”

“Then we should bring a compass,” Gu Qing added calmly.

Qi Siyu laughed so hard she nearly toppled off her crane, grabbing its neck for balance.

When they arrived at Zhao Hua’s so-called “cave residence,” Qi Siyu’s jaw dropped.

This “cave” looked more like the Forbidden City’s luxury cousin.

Thirteen golden palaces gleamed in the sunlight, their glazed tiles scattering rainbow halos. Mysterious beast statues crouched on the eaves, spitting colorful clouds into the air.

“Yeah… that’s not mine,” Zhao Hua said, pointing to a small mound nearby. “That’s my place.”

The cranes dove down toward what looked like an unassuming hill. Up close, it wasn’t small at all—easily thirty meters high—with a single wooden door nailed together from planks.

Qi Siyu twitched at the sight. “You live next to that palace and your mind stays steady?”

“That’s my mortal enemy’s place,” Zhao Hua sniffed. “She built it here just to spite me. But I found this spot first, and I’m not moving. I’m not broke—just spend all my money on my sword.”

“Ohhh, a penniless sword cultivator. Makes sense,” Qi Siyu nodded.

“Wow, that hurt, sis,” Zhao Hua said, face twisting briefly before breaking into a sly grin. “Hey, little sis, wanna try a cultivation world wedding?”

Qi Siyu: “…Explain.”

In short—Zhao Hua had no intention of marrying, but over five centuries had attended countless weddings and handed out a lot of gifts. Now that Qi Siyu and Gu Qing were here, she figured they could “get married” and she could collect the gift money for once.

“I’ll cover the wedding expenses, and I get the red envelope money. You two just treat it as an experience—how about it?” Zhao Hua had clearly thought this through for years.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing exchanged whispers. “We can do it, but it can’t be too shabby. You got the funds?”

“Of course it won’t be shabby. The General Bureau will cover all costs,” the system said flatly, exposing Zhao Hua’s plan.

Zhao Hua gave an awkward laugh. “Heh… I’m still providing the venue and planning, okay?”

On the wedding day, Qi Siyu learned the truth—the venue was provided by Zhao Hua’s master, and the entire program was something her master had long ago prepared for all disciples. Zhao Hua was simply pocketing both the system’s funding and the wedding gifts—two birds with one stone.

The system approved their stay for half a month. While Zhao Hua busied herself with preparations, she had a junior disciple guide Qi Siyu and Gu Qing around the Wentian Sect, snapping plenty of photos.

Ten days later, Zhao Hua finally brought over the wedding outfits.

In the cultivation world, clothing was a type of magical artifact that automatically adjusted to fit the wearer—no need for tailors.

The outfits were primarily crimson, trimmed in gold and white, with lifelike dragon and phoenix embroidery. The wide sleeves and layered skirts flowed elegantly—Qi Siyu counted ninety-nine layers in hers, each of different fabric and with its own hidden patterns.

“They say each layer’s talismans hold blessings,” Zhao Hua explained. “The wedding outfits are yours—take them with you when you leave.”

The day before the wedding, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing were separated, as per local tradition—no seeing each other until the wedding night, to build anticipation.

That night, Qi Siyu tossed and turned, too nervous and excited to sleep.

“Better get some rest, sis,” Zhao Hua said, lounging in a chair. “Cultivators have a lot of stamina, and by tradition, the wedding lasts three days.” She held up three fingers.

Qi Siyu froze. “…Come again?”

Seeing her panic, Zhao Hua offered, “I’ll give you two restorative pills. My treat.”

The next morning, Zhao Hua hauled her out of bed before dawn for the pre-wedding ritual—bathing in a spiritual spring and praying to heaven and earth.

Bundled in white underclothes, Qi Siyu was half-asleep when she was tossed onto a crane, flown to a valley draped with red silk and lanterns, and promptly shoved into the cold spring.

The system’s cat face appeared, smirking. “Big day—don’t sulk. The sooner you wash, the sooner we move on.”

Soon the chill faded and warmth spread through the water—Qi Siyu glanced down and realized her white clothes were slowly turning red.

“When your clothes are fully red, you can get out,” Zhao Hua explained. “It’s a blessing from our sect’s ancestors.”

The system whispered in Qi Siyu’s ear, “It’s made from the refined blood essence of their ancestors.”

Qi Siyu: “…”

She stood frozen until the robe turned completely crimson. A spell from Zhao Hua dried her instantly.

After the bath came the “Asking the Spirits” ceremony—climbing nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, which nearly killed her legs.

Finally, she mounted a crane-drawn wedding carriage to “fetch the bride.”

In this world, the “blocking the door” ritual involved an actual sword fight. Zhao Hua had to step in, using her sword sheath to knock out all opposition.

Once she’d “rescued” Gu Qing, the two of them paraded around the sect, handing out wedding candies—provided, of course, by Zhao Hua’s master.

Qi Siyu popped one in her mouth and lit up. “So good—sweet and fresh!”

She slipped one into Gu Qing’s mouth.

Gu Qing swallowed, shook her head. “Didn’t taste much.”

“Huh? Then try another—”

Before she could, Gu Qing grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her, stealing the candy’s sweetness directly.

Laughter erupted outside the carriage. Flustered, Qi Siyu pulled away and went back to distributing candies, while Gu Qing quietly smoothed her rumpled wedding dress.

Back in the main hall, the wedding ceremony began. For the sake of the story, Zhao Hua posed as Qi Siyu’s “aunt,” making it a prestigious Wentian Sect wedding.

Hand in hand, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing wrote their names together on the wedding contract.

With that, the marriage was sealed.

They looked into each other’s eyes and said in unison—

“No matter what the future holds, we’ll always be together.”