The Wedding Banquet
This is not the first time the Flowing Light Sword Sect has held a celebration, but today's joyous occasion is shrouded in gloom.
The steward had been waiting for this day for a long time. Looking around, he was the only cultivator on the main peak with a smile on his face.
He glanced sideways at the ashen-faced cultivators, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Look at you all, what's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with the Demon Lord's dao companion Ceremony?"
The monks remained silent, treating the steward's words as utter nonsense.
"Hmph, the Demon Lord is doing you a favor by hosting the dao companion Ceremony at your Flowing Light Sword Sect. If you don't serve the Demon Lord properly today and delay his auspicious time, don't say I won't help you; the Demon Lord will definitely make you pay!"
In the awkward silence, the monks could only hear the steward's cold laughter.
The main hall on the main peak was surrounded by red silk, which looked like a sea of fire when viewed from a distance, and it looked extremely hot.
Perhaps because of the special circumstances of today, Qi Yaoji deliberately removed the dense Demonic Qi surrounding the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
The cultivators guarding the area immediately relayed the news back to their sects, and the cultivator camp not far from the Flowing Light Sword Sect was also abuzz with discussion about it.
Many powerful figures went to offer their congratulations at the dao companion Ceremony that day, which led to their being trapped by Qi Yaoji. This left most of the sects and cultivation Aristocratic Clan leaderless for a time.
The sect had no choice but to rely on its elders to step in.
Initially, Qi Yaoji's actions of besieging the powerful figures caused panic throughout the Cultivation World, with everyone thinking that the hard-won peace was about to be destroyed again.
But while they were trembling with fear, Qi Yaoji made no move, which made most of the sects breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Qi Yaoji had already fallen into demonic possession, and those Non-Self kind were bound to have different hearts. Recalling the terrifying scene of the previous Devil Race invasion, the cultivators quickly united and set up a camp in front of the Flowing Light Sword Sect's mountain gate, so that they could take immediate action to resist if Qi Yaoji launched a war.
However, to everyone's surprise, Qi Yaoji did not make any move despite their camp having been set up for so long.
As time went on, the various sects gradually lowered their guard against Qi Yaoji.
If it weren't for Ten Thousand Daos Born Elder Xiao's insistence on staying behind, this camp would probably have been dismantled long ago.
When news of the dissipation of the Demonic Qi arrived, the various factions within the camp were arguing fiercely about whether or not to leave.
When the disciples guarding the entrance to the Flowing Light Sword Sect suddenly burst into the tent and told everyone what had happened, the tent, which had been in an uproar, suddenly fell silent.
Ji Fucang, representing Ten Thousand Daos Born, was the first to regain his senses. He bypassed his fellow disciples, whose faces were grim, and preemptively asked, "Tell us slowly, tell us everything you saw in front of the Flowing Light Sword Sect's mountain gate."
The disciples sent to monitor the Flowing Light Sword Sect were also quite skilled, and they had even mastered a Cultivation Method related to eyesight.
He quickly replied, "I waited at the mountain gate for a long time. This morning, I noticed that the Demonic Qi surrounding us was gradually dissipating. Fearing it was a trap set by the witch, I hid to the side and waited for an hour. During that hour, there was no news from within the Sword Sect, so I came to report."
"And another thing," the disciple paused before continuing, "I saw a patch of red on the main peak of the Flowing Light Sword Sect from afar, it looked like..."
Ji Fucang frowned slightly. "Just say it, don't be afraid."
The disciple then said with a strange expression, "It looks like a wedding is about to be held."
A wedding? What kind of wedding, whose wedding?
Not only Ji Fucang, but all the cultivators present who heard this news had very strange expressions. They knew that the witch Qi Yaoji was once the young master of the Mara Gate, and before that, she had been hiding behind Su Fuyun, stirring up trouble in the Twin Orchid Realm.
"Does this witch really have the heart to hold a wedding for someone else?" a monk said sarcastically.
"I'm afraid this wedding is for her alone," someone else chimed in.
Just as they were discussing this, another disciple, who was looking for information, rushed in.
Before the disciple could catch his breath, he hurriedly said, "That witch Qi Yaoji has sent invitations, saying she's inviting all the seniors to a banquet!"
Ji Fucang accepted the bright red invitation card presented by his disciple. After opening it, the six characters "Qi Yaoji" and "Gu Huaiwei" appeared before his eyes.
Although he had anticipated that the wedding banquet was for Qi Yaoji, Ji Fucang never expected that the groom would be Gu Huaiwei.
And...
"Gu Huaiwei? Wasn't he dead a long time ago?" Someone couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing the name.
You do not say!
When the Twin Orchid Realm faced a crisis, after the demonic chaos was quelled, the Twin Orchid Realm revealed the details of the internal strife.
It was around that time that the sects of the Immortal Spirit Realm began to fear the Mara Gate, which had nurtured Qi Yaoji, and gradually distanced themselves from it, even becoming wary of it.
Everyone knows that the former Immortal Venerable Yanchen died after the chaos of demons and monsters ended.
If that Gu Huaiwei is dead, then who is this Gu Huaiwei?
Unlike others who only heard rumors, Ji Fucang had personally heard his junior brothers and sisters recount the entire experience. He believed that his junior sister would not deceive him, and that Gu Huaiwei must be dead.
So who is this so-called Gu Huaiwei, and why did Qi Yaoji deliberately send the invitation?
At this moment, Ji Fucang felt as if he was holding a hot potato, not an invitation.
Amidst the rising and falling arguments, Liao Qinhe, also a disciple of Ten Thousand Daos Born, approached Ji Fucang: "Senior brother, the invitations have been delivered. Should we go or not?"
Ji Fucang slowly closed the invitation, his eyes filled with determination. "Go!"
This is their only chance to contact the Flowing Light Sword Sect now. Thinking of the sect leader and so many fellow disciples trapped inside the sect, they have to go up and see them no matter what.
Similar invitations were not only sent to the camp; now that several small worlds have merged, many sects can easily reach them.
The steward led a group of cultivators to deliver the invitations one by one. By the time they finished, the sun had just risen directly overhead.
Inside the main hall of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, Qi Yaoji, dressed in a red bridal gown, was stunningly beautiful. Her features still faintly resembled those of Su Fuyun from before, but at this moment, no one would recognize her as Su Fuyun.
"So, what did those people say after receiving the invitations?" Qi Yaoji asked casually, looking at her red-stained fingertips.
The steward knelt respectfully on the ground, carefully choosing his words: "The cultivators are naturally extremely grateful and excited to receive your invitation, Demon Lord..."
"Ha, those hypocritical bastards would be grateful to me? You must be dreaming." Qi Yaoji sneered.
The stewards below knelt even more respectfully.
"I know they'll definitely hurl insults at me, but it doesn't matter, they'll come anyway. After all, in the Cultivation World today, they only have my side!"