When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 67

The news that Shi Yining and Shu Mo were to become Dao companions and hold a Grand Union Ceremony spread instantly, drawing countless eyes from across the world.

In a flash, sects large and small and various powers throughout the Canglan Realm sent formal visiting petitions to the Xuanqing and Yuehua Sects. Their words were earnest, all expressing a desire to attend the ceremony and witness the grand occasion.

In less than a day, the outer affairs halls of both sects were piled high with mountains of petitions, forcing the managers to deploy extra hands to rush out replies.

The Xuanqing and Yuehua Sects fell into the busiest—and most celebratory—period since their founding. From the sect leaders and elders down to the ordinary disciples, everyone was rushing about for this grand event.

The furnace fires in the caves of Alchemy Peak burned day and night, refining the spiritual elixirs needed for the celebration and preparing fragrant tea for the guests. The rhythmic striking of hammers echoed from Weapon Peak as the entire summit worked as one to craft the essential ritual vessels and decorative treasures. Meanwhile, the cultivators of Spirit Herb Peak took meticulous care of the exotic flowers and rare plants required for the ceremony.

Looking around, the dozens of peaks of the two great sects were draped in lanterns and streamers. Red silk tassels, symbolizing joy and auspiciousness, hung from the eaves of every palace and the branches of ancient trees. Even the usually solemn and forbidden grounds of the sects were now shrouded in a rare festive atmosphere.

However, amidst the intense preparations, the two sect leaders faced a dilemma they could not resolve: the location of the ceremony.

In terms of status, Shi Yining was the personal disciple of the Xuanqing Sect Leader, while Shu Mo was the only daughter of the Yuehua Sect Leader. Qin Wu and Shu Rong refused to yield to one another, each insisting the ceremony be held at their own sect.

Just as everyone was feeling troubled by this deadlock, Shi Yining and Shu Mo performed an act that left everyone—especially the two bickering leaders—speechless and filled with admiration.

Hand in hand, they traveled to the boundary where the territories of the two sects met. Each gathered a glow of spiritual light in their palms.

In an instant, clouds gathered and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently. Two incredibly harmonious and vast currents of magic poured from their palms, intertwining and spiraling upward. High in the sky, the vast sea of clouds was forcibly pushed aside by the majestic power. The earth’s veins were then triggered, and countless boulders flew into the void, slowly coalescing.

In just half a day, a towering, magnificent floating island, brimming with spiritual mist, appeared in the heavens!

The island used black mountain rock as its foundation, appearing heavy and stable. Upon it, peaks rose and fell, featuring cascading waterfalls, springs, green pines, and verdant cypresses. At the heart of the island stood a towering palace built into the mountainside, with pavilions, terraces, and towers arranged in perfect harmony.

The palace used green stone for its foundation and glazed tiles for its roof. The carved beams and painted rafters were exquisite beyond measure. It did not look out of place; rather, it merged naturally with the landscape. Mist swirled around the midsection of the palace, and spiritual birds and exotic beasts, attracted by the immense spiritual energy, soared past the eaves, their crisp cries adding a touch of life.

When the sunlight hit, the entire palace was shrouded in a faint golden halo, possessing both a sense of solemn divinity and an ethereal, otherworldly grace—truly like a legendary fairyland descending upon the world.

The Grand Union Ceremony would be held here.

After some discussion, Shi Yining and Shu Mo named the island “Ningmo.”

The moment the island was completed, Qin Wu of the Xuanqing Sect and Shu Rong of the Yuehua Sect looked upon the towering palace, and all their disputes vanished instantly. All that remained was endless relief and pride. Constructing a floating island involved the power of spatial laws; at that moment, they realized that the strength of Shi Yining and Shu Mo had progressed even further without anyone noticing.

The path to immortality was now within reach.

That night, inside the bright and spacious palace on Ningmo Island, nine spiritual power looms were humming deeply, all running at once.

Under the control of Shi Yining and Shu Mo’s divine sense, threads of varying colors and shimmering spiritual light seemed to take on a life of their own, flying, weaving, and intertwining…

The two worked in perfect unspoken harmony. To them, this was not merely weaving clothes, but using silk as a brush and spiritual power as ink to outline the magnificent visions of a beautiful future they had long held in their hearts.

Time flowed quietly during their focused work. After a long while, various styles of Dao companion robes were gradually finished. When the final thread was firmly tucked away, the nine looms stopped their humming simultaneously, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

The peerless robes floated neatly in mid-air, their brilliance restrained, carrying a breathtaking beauty and spiritual aura.

Shu Mo slowly withdrew her externalized divine sense. Her gaze immediately landed on her beloved, her original clear brightness instantly transforming into tenderness.

“Ning’er, put them on and let me see… alright?”

A warm breath brushed against her ear, carrying a hint of hoarseness from staying up all night, adding a touch of allure.

Being held like this, Shi Yining subconsciously looked up. The moment their eyes met, she clearly felt that undisguised expectation.

Her ears warmed slightly, and she gave a soft, reproachful murmur: “There is still a full day until the ceremony…”

According to custom, the Dao companion robes should be worn for the first time on the day of the ceremony to show proper solemnity.

Shu Mo nuzzled her neck affectionately, her voice softening even more. “I want to see first… just the two of us, let’s try them on, okay?”

Hearing this rare, soft-spoken plea, Shi Yining’s heart softened instantly. However, she feigned hesitation, her eyes shimmering as she proposed a condition: “Then… it’s a deal. If I change, Mo’er must change too…”

Since they were trying them on early, they naturally had to do it together. It would be… more interesting that way.

Shu Mo broke into a smile and agreed without hesitation. She loosened her embrace slightly but did not pull away. She reached out a jade-like hand and pointed toward the empty space in front of them.

A streak of spiritual power shot from her fingertip, instantly transforming into a shimmering water mirror that clearly reflected the scene in the hall and the two of them.

Shu Mo gazed intently at her beloved, then glanced at the robes floating in the air; her implication could not be clearer.

Shi Yining gave her a gentle push, her fingers hidden in her sleeves twitching slightly. The next moment, two relatively simple and elegant robes embroidered with twin lotus flowers floated before them.

Almost at the same time, the silk ribbon at her waist, which had been neatly tied, suddenly loosened without warning. Her lapels fell open slightly, revealing a glimpse of the plain inner garment beneath.

Shi Yining let out a small gasp and instinctively grabbed her loosening lapels, a blush instantly rushing to her cheeks. She looked up immediately, with a hint of bashful annoyance, glaring at the person beside her. Her watery eyes rippled with reproach. “Mo’er, what are you doing?”

Shu Mo blinked slightly, projecting a perfectly timed look of innocence, the corners of her lips curving upward. “Naturally… I am helping Ning’er change.”

As she spoke, her slender, well-defined jade hand moved smoothly to rest upon her beloved’s slender waist. Through the thin layers of fabric, the warmth of her fingertips seeped through.

Shi Yining’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the tips of her ears grew even more scalding. She subconsciously bit her rosy lip. “I can do it myself… Besides, if Mo’er only cares about helping me, are you not going to change yourself?”

The jade-like hand resting on her waist did not pull away; instead, it tightened slightly, her fingertips tracing and lingering over skin as smooth as jade.

Shu Mo leaned in slightly, her warm breath once again brushing against her beloved’s ear.

“Ning’er goes first. Once Ning’er is finished, I will change…”

Shi Yining wanted to argue, but when she met those eyes brimming with tenderness and expectation, all her words of rejection died in her throat.

Feeling restless, she averted her gaze almost in a panic. Her long lashes fluttered, and the crimson flush on her cheeks spread all the way behind her ears. The hand that had been clutching her lapels unconsciously loosened amidst her flustered state.

In Shu Mo’s eyes, this was silent consent.

Those slender, well-defined jade hands began to move slowly over her body. With a slight hook of the fingers, layers of clothing began to slide away. The cool air touching her skin sent a faint shiver through her.

The corners of Shi Yining’s eyes grew flushed, and her heart beat like a drum. The shyness welling up from the depths of her soul felt as if it would drown her entirely.

Clearly, within the Taixuan Dao Realm, she and Mo’er had already shared intimacy far deeper than this. Yet, for some reason, whenever Mo’er drew close, the throbbing heartbeat and sweetness within her would easily overwhelm all her logic and composure.

That purest form of bashfulness, born of love itself, did not seem to diminish with familiarity. Instead, after confirming their feelings and growing closer, it only became more vivid.

A kiss suddenly fell upon her lips, lingering only for a moment before pulling away.

Before Shi Yining could react, her feet suddenly left the ground. She instinctively grabbed onto her beloved’s sleeve. In the next instant, the world spun, and she sank into a soft jade couch that had appeared out of nowhere.

“Mo’er… wait! Weren’t we changing clothes? Why are… mmph…”

Her unfinished words were silenced by another kiss.

Just as Shi Yining’s mind began to drift into a blur, a soft chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Ning’er and I stayed up all night. There are restrictions set upon this Ningmo Island; no one can enter without our permission. It is still early, making it the perfect time to cultivate a few times to replenish the energy spent on weaving through the night…”

Shi Yining wanted to protest—using divine sense to weave clothes cost a cultivator very little energy and hardly required “cultivation” to replenish—but Mo’er gave her no chance to speak.

Catching a glimpse of the person above her whose clothes were still perfectly intact, Shi Yining, in a fit of bashful annoyance, bit Shu Mo lightly with her pearly teeth. Her slender fingers moved against Mo’er’s waist, undoing the tightly tied belt…

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A long time later, Shu Mo withdrew her spiritual power, and the warmth of their pressed bodies began to fade. Shi Yining’s eyes were filled with a charming languor. Just as she intended to take the dominant position, those long jade fingers suddenly probed inward again, drawing an uncontrollable low moan from her.

Her jade-like feet, partially hidden under thin gauze, curled slightly, leaving another wrinkle upon the bedding of the couch.

“Mo’er, it’s… it’s already been twice… that’s… that’s enough…”

Before she could finish, the slender fingers hooked nimbly, happening to touch her most sensitive spot, causing Shi Yining to tremble all over.

“Ning’er is mistaken. There is still much time; let us continue…”

“No… Mo’er… ha… the Grand Union Ceremony is tomorrow, we… we can’t anymore…”

On Ningmo Island, layers of restrictions flowed, concealing the boundless spring radiance within the palace…

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