Chapter 619
How about we double cultivate the Great Dao of Time? She wants to turn back the years and take a look!
The grand deity in charge of marriage and betrothal actually has no say in this matter, especially since her beloved is a monk.
In the latter part of the conversation, it was mostly Qin Yuzhi who spoke. After some reflection, she drew her conclusions based on the proportions.
Getting one’s clothes wet is rather unusual.
“!”
The big-headed doll let out a sharp, piercing cry.
Ying Bing finally reacted, her serene gaze losing focus for a moment.
This was not normal, and it seemed quite embarrassing. So when she asked earlier, didn’t both Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing know...?
Just then, Li Mo came up from the library and greeted Xiao Qin.
“Have you arranged the betrothal?”
Ying Bing averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes at that moment.
“Oh, it’s all set.”
Li Mo nodded, looking every bit the gentleman. “We should discuss the wedding night arrangements.”
“.....”
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, glancing at the two beside her.
So you all discussed this in advance?
“?”
Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi leaned back slightly, wanting to give Li Mo a thumbs-up.
This was truly not prearranged; it was merely a case of great minds thinking alike.
No wonder he could unlock the door to a new world for little Bing...
**Chapter 721: Now It’s Fake, But What If It Becomes Real Later?!**
“Does a betrothal require a wedding night?”
“......”
Li Mo wanted to say with utmost seriousness that a betrothal indeed involves a wedding night. Just ask Shang Qinqing, the authoritative Qing Luan who governs marriage across the heavens; she would confirm it.
The clan leader of the Shang family, eager for some sweet gossip, would surely play along...
“Absolutely!” Shang Qinqing exclaimed loudly.
Then she looked at Li Mo, her eyes urging him to follow her lead and keep the charade going.
“Really? You promised you wouldn’t lie to me.”
Ying Bing’s gaze was serene, her tone gentle.
Li Mo suddenly found himself at a loss for words, a voice in his head saying, ‘You’re deceiving this innocent girl? You really should be ashamed of yourself.’
“This matter is quite controversial, but strictly speaking, it’s not required.”
Shang Qinqing: “?”
The candy he had in hand just flew away? What’s wrong with you, kid?
Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be a lucky husband? The top of the potential dragon list? You dared to ascend the throne; what are you afraid of now?
“Alright.” Ying Bing finally released the big-headed doll.
Li Mo glanced at Shang Qinqing, who looked like she wanted to smack him, and waved his hand seriously.
“Forget it, let’s get back to business. Old Huang just came to deliver a message.”
“Is there movement from the Demon Cult?”
Shang Qinqing had no choice but to set aside her thoughts; if Qingyuan Sect were to fall, what would she have left to gossip about?
“Exactly, they’re planning to make a move.” Li Mo nodded.
“Ah...” Qin Yuzhi’s expression was complex.
Noticing her troubled look, Li Mo said, “Qin Sect Leader, after all, she is your descendant. If you can’t take action...”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Then why the sigh?”
“Tonight, I won’t be able to sleep well again.”
Qin Yuzhi huffed, “After thousands of years without waking me, they clearly don’t regard me as their leader. What kind of descendant is that? The Demon Cult... is ultimately finished.”
“.....”
Li Mo felt that it likely wasn’t a matter of the followers.
With the things you know, which of them isn’t significant? Releasing you is no different from unleashing a great terror.
“Fortunately, we hold the initiative.”
Ying Bing set down her book and asked, “When do they plan to strike?”
“During our wedding night.”
Ying Bing: “?”
“You were right earlier; since we can anticipate their moves, we should make full use of it.”
Li Mo’s expression turned serious, but he quickly veered off topic again: “That’s why I came to discuss this with you.”
“Don’t the people of the Demon Cult know...”
“Probably... they really don’t.”
Shang Qinqing silently gave Li Mo a thumbs-up in her heart. So you were waiting for this moment, huh? She then said:
“When I was still a totem, I couldn’t marry while serving the gods. After my term ended, I sought a match.”
“Well... they can’t possibly not know this, right?”
Qin Yuzhi was aware of the rules Shang Qinqing mentioned but still felt puzzled.
Li Mo pondered for a moment and asked, “Is it possible that the Demon Cult doesn’t allow withdrawals?”
“......”
Now the reason for the Demon Cult’s lack of emotions became clear.
It turned out they were completely ignorant in this regard.
“We need to wait for the right moment, but we have no conditions. Little Bing said a betrothal doesn’t require a wedding night.”
“With no conditions, we can create them.”
Li Mo stood tall, speaking with righteous fervor: “Bing, you wouldn’t want to alert the snake, would you? We’ll be putting on a show for them.”
“Right, right, right! I’ll give it my all when the time comes!”
Shang Qinqing couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up, apologizing to her past self.
That was hasty; it’s all on you, Li. It turns out sincerity is the ultimate trump card.
Now it’s fake, but what if it turns into something real later?
At this moment, Shang Qinqing wished she could ascend to the heavens, blocking all the people of the Demon Cult from entering.
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes, remaining silent for a while. “I feel like you’re trying to fool me, but I have no evidence.”
“I’m speaking nothing but the truth.”
“Then... you should prepare.”
Ying Bing said this expressionlessly before turning and heading downstairs, her demeanor all business.
As she walked down the stairs of the library, her cool demeanor drew the attention of many disciples and wandering heroes, who instinctively lowered their heads.
This is the Cold Fairy, indeed living up to her name—both cold and ethereal. Just meeting her gaze makes one feel inexplicably guilty.
It’s hard to imagine the seemingly emotionless members of the Demon Cult would soon be betrothed, even if that person is the young hero Li.
But the further she walked, the redder her face became. When she stepped outside the library, the sunlight illuminated her serene eyes.
“Hey, Ying Shizhi, wait a moment!”
An elder from the library suddenly chased after her, holding a box.
“Recently, compiling martial arts has been tough. We don’t have any other good items in the library, so take these few Mingguang candles. They have calming effects, and over time, they can even improve your eyesight...”
“No need, Elder. You should keep them for yourself.”
Ying Bing paused briefly, then quickened her pace as if something were chasing her from behind.
The elder was puzzled, scratching his head. “Maybe Ying Shizhi has something better?”
No one could have guessed that the girl who compiled the library would, upon seeing candles, have thoughts that had nothing to do with martial arts.
.........
Time flowed quietly.
As evening approached, the air was filled with a damp sweetness. A light rain fell, the raindrops cascading from the dark clouds, creating a hazy atmosphere.
The Xi Yang Yang Hot Pot Restaurant was brightly lit and bustling with business. This weather was perfect for warming up with some hot pot.
A group of people, their faces obscured by hats, entered the restaurant.
“Welcome! How many of you are there?”
Once a little bean sprout in the muddy alley, Meng Can had now grown taller and sturdier. Seeing customers, he rushed over immediately.
“Is Xiao Jiang back yet? She must be held up by her father in the imperial capital.”
Li Mo scanned the restaurant, feeling a bit more relaxed.
After all, there were members of the Demon Cult lurking here. While others were fine, Xiao Jiang’s identity could easily be recognized by the Demon Cult, leading to unforeseen complications.
“Five.”
“Great! I recommend two pots: one tomato pot and one ‘True Fragrance’ pot, our restaurant’s signature...”
“No need for dishes; we’re here on business.”
Li Mo waved his hand just as he spoke.
‘Gurgle...’
“Uh... Sir, aren’t you hungry? Our sesame sauce is a specialty. Dip it with lamb, and it’s soft and delicious, sure to make your mouth water...”
‘Slurp!’
“.....”
Li Mo glanced at the plump Elder Qian, who was so short that even with a hat, his figure was obvious. Relying on elders as teammates—how reliable is that?
But he also understood that Elder Qian was acting out of instinct, helplessly saying:
“Then let’s have some beef and lamb, and we’ll go with your suggestion for the pots.”
Elder Qian nodded, emphasizing, “Normal amounts of garlic and scallions, but make sure to add extra sesame sauce. Just put the bill on...”
As he spoke, Elder Qian paused, unsure of where the members of the Demon Cult were staying.
At that moment, everyone heard a loud ‘bang’ from upstairs, the sound of a door being forcefully pushed open.
Luo Yexian excitedly dashed out:
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