Chapter 7: Trouble at the Wedding Banquet
Long Qinghan was startled and vigorously shook Feng Xuan Yang, urgently calling out, “Brother Feng, Brother Feng, what’s wrong with you?”
Feng Xuan Yang’s head swayed a few times, feeling dizzy and confused. He weakly waved his hand and said, “Stop shaking… I need to rest for a while…”
His voice gradually grew weaker, and soon he fell asleep. Long Qinghan looked at the person lying on his lap, feeling somewhat helpless. He could only keep watch over him, quietly observing his sleeping face, while waiting for Long Mo’s arrival.
However, for some reason, Long Mo had yet to arrive, and it wasn’t until noon that Feng Xuan Yang woke up.
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Little did he know, Long Qinghan subtly evaded, quickly standing up and almost causing Feng Xuan Yang to nod off.
Long Qinghan calmly said, “It’s alright, thanks. My legs are still fine.” He then took a step forward, intending to leave, but unexpectedly, his legs gave way, and he almost fell.
A pair of strong hands timely caught his waist, and when he turned around, it was Feng Xuan Yang.
“Thank you.” Long Qinghan moved his body, breaking free from Feng Xuan Yang’s wandering hands, purposely maintaining a distance of one step between them.
He always felt this kind of contact was a bit awkward. Logically speaking, if Feng Xuan Yang had feelings for him, he should enjoy being close to him. However, for some reason, perhaps due to his years of self-restraint, he still didn’t know how to handle such intimacy with Feng Xuan Yang. Moreover, he glanced at Feng Xuan Yang’s hand, which seemed to be reaching for his buttocks just now…
Feng Xuan Yang narrowed his eyes, withdrawing the hand that hadn’t had enough touching, and pretended to kindly advise, “Young Master Long, be careful.”
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Long Qinghan frowned, seeing Feng Xuan Yang’s serious expression, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to question anything. He nodded and then looked around, grumbling with dissatisfaction, “I don’t understand why Long Mo hasn’t come yet.”
“How strange. Even my subordinates haven’t arrived,” Feng Xuan Yang feigned surprise and echoed.
Long Qinghan’s brow furrowed even tighter, his words filled with a hint of worry, “Could it be that something happened to Long Mo? I should go back and check.”
Feng Xuan Yang shook himself awake and quickly walked up to Long Qinghan, blocking his way. “Young Master Long, if you go back now, wouldn’t it delay things? If I’m not mistaken, you are attending the wedding at Mei Mountain Villa. It wouldn’t be good if you’re late.”
Long Qinghan paused and thought for a moment before saying, “You’re right, I was negligent.”
He furrowed his brow, and his mind went back to before his rebirth. He remembered that he had fought against Feng Xuan Yang back then, but somehow, certain small details seemed to have deviated from their original course, such as…
Long Qinghan glanced at Feng Xuan Yang’s hand that had just held him and stared at it for a while, shaking his head in disbelief. He continued to recall the events before his rebirth.
He vaguely remembered that after Feng Xuan Yang went to Mei Mountain Villa back then, a series of events unfolded, which stirred up Feng Xuan Yang’s ambition to unify the martial world. Now that he had been reborn, he had to prevent those events from happening without delay.
Turning around, he asked Feng Xuan Yang, “Brother Feng, are you planning to go to Mei Mountain Villa?”
Feng Xuan Yang raised an eyebrow and replied, “Of course.”
“Pardon my audacity, but I overheard people in the martial world saying that the young mistress of Mei Mountain Villa had some connection with the Deputy Protector of your Nine Heavens Sect. Is there any truth to this?” Long Qinghan inquired.
Feng Xuan Yang crossed his arms and gave Long Qinghan a look as if to say, “So what?” He remained silent.
Thinking that the other party might be angry, Long Qinghan felt a bit apologetic. “I’m not intentionally targeting you. If the young mistress of Mei Mountain Villa has feelings for the Deputy Protector of your sect, I genuinely want to help them. I have no prejudice against the righteous path or the demonic path. Therefore, I can accept this. However…” He paused, glanced at Feng Xuan Yang, and expressed his concerns, “People from the righteous martial world may not necessarily accept it. I wonder what Brother Feng thinks.”
“Hmph,” Feng Xuan Yang chuckled and sneered, “I fear not the opinions of others. I only know that the Deputy Protector has someone he loves, and I, as the Great Divine Phoenix, must support his happiness.”
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Long Qinghan was slightly surprised but quickly understood. Feng Xuan Yang was such a proud person that he wouldn’t care about others’ opinions. He did whatever he pleased and didn’t consider the consequences, which often resulted in enemies later on. However, since fate had given them a chance to start anew, he would lend him a hand and help him achieve his goals.
Long Qinghan suggested, “In that case, why don’t we go on ahead? I’ve heard about an incident that occurred at Mei Mountain Villa. If you’re willing, we can investigate it together.”
“Oh?” Feng Xuan Yang seemed quite interested and raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
“Brother Feng, do you know why Mei Mountain Villa, on the occasion of the wedding, is giving additional gifts to the guests?” Long Qinghan asked.
“To attract more guests,” Feng Xuan Yang replied solemnly.
“Indeed, that’s not entirely false. Mei Mountain Villa is a renowned place in the martial world. Although the old master has retired, the reputation he established in his youth still commands respect. Therefore, no matter who it is, they cannot afford to lose face by not attending,” Long Qinghan explained.
“If that’s the case, it makes sense. But why would the old master go to such lengths?” Feng Xuan Yang tapped his chin, puzzled.
Turning away, Long Qinghan sighed softly, his back facing Feng Xuan Yang. “It’s because of one thing. Something absurd that I secretly investigated.”
Feng Xuan Yang’s curiosity was piqued. “Oh? What is so absurd?”
However, Long Qinghan suddenly fell silent. After a long while, he sighed deeply and shook his head. “Forget it. I can’t be sure about this matter. Let me send someone ahead to Mei Mountain Villa to gather information, and then I’ll contact you, Brother Feng.”
Feng Xuan Yang’s appetite was whetted, and he hurriedly asked about the details. But Long Qinghan no longer answered. He glanced deeply at Feng Xuan Yang and bid him farewell, using light footwork to leave ahead, leaving Feng Xuan Yang standing alone in astonishment, frozen in the wind.
Three days later, at night, at Mei Mountain Villa.
Two figures dressed in black somersaulted over a wall. After confirming their safety with a glance, the taller man gestured to the one behind him. The thinner man nodded and surveyed his surroundings before both of them leaped onto the rooftops, their steps light as they flew toward their destination.
Tonight happened to be a moonless and starless night, with a dim and hazy darkness, perfect for their nocturnal activities.
With a few jumps, they arrived near a secluded corner of a small house within Mei Mountain Villa.
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They concealed themselves in the trees, carefully observing for a while. They discovered that the small house was heavily guarded by attendants, ensuring no gaps or blind spots.
The thinner man’s face displayed dissatisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a hawk-like fierceness.
The taller man turned to the side and gently patted his shoulder. He then took out a small bottle from his pocket and leaped to an upwind area. After waiting for a while, as the wind blew, he opened the bottle, releasing its scent into the air.
Before long, a series of thuds echoed as all the guards fell to the ground. Some with strong inner strength sensed something was amiss and suppressed the effects of the drug, investigating their surroundings. But just as they couldn’t spot anyone, a numbness spread across their backs, and they collapsed with a thud, unable to rise again.
Soon, all the people surrounding the small house had fallen. The taller man glanced at the situation, then waved his hand to signal the thinner man to follow. He quickly stepped forward and arrived at the front door.
However, there was a heavy lock hanging on the door, made of pure iron and exceptionally sturdy.
A glimmer of fierceness flashed in the taller man’s eyes as he clenched his fingers into claws, preparing to use his inner strength to forcibly break the lock. But at that moment, the thinner man raised his hand to stop him.
With a flip of his hand, a thin silver needle appeared between his fingertips. The needle emitted a faint glow in the moonless night, indicating the presence of a potent poison.
The taller man seemed slightly surprised, but he remained calm and watched the thinner man’s actions. With a cold gleam in his eyes, the thinner man inserted the silver needle into the keyhole and manipulated it a few times. The poison on the needle corroded the lock, and with a crisp sound, the heavy lock opened.
The thinner man flicked his sleeve to knock the lock down and tossed the silver needle aside before stepping into the room. The taller man glanced at the broken lock and followed suit, entering the house.
Hearing the commotion outside, a resident of the house sensed that something was amiss and walked out. But as soon as the person saw the two black-clad men, they exclaimed in surprise, “You… who are you?” Before they could finish their sentence, their vision darkened, and they fainted.
Early the next morning, Mei Mountain Villa was filled with joyful wedding celebrations. Today was the auspicious day for Miss Xiang’s marriage, and everyone in the estate was up and about, radiating happiness. However, as Father Xiang stood at the entrance of the villa, welcoming guests, his complexion seemed off. His brows furrowed, and his expression reflected a mix of worry and anger.
Nevertheless, every time a guest arrived, he would force a cheerful smile, greeting them with a friendly face.
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Mei Mountain Villa was adorned in red on this day, with red silk hanging from pillars and red carpets adorning the floors. Even the maids and servants wore a festive flush of red on their smiling faces. Many of the guests were visiting Mei Mountain Villa for the first time, and if it weren’t for the wide distribution of invitations by Father Xiang, many would never have had the opportunity to be guests here.
Although Father Xiang’s mood wasn’t great, he still fulfilled his hosting duties.
The matter of the mysterious reward for the hundredth guest puzzled many, but Father Xiang kept it a secret, declaring that it would only be revealed during the wedding ceremony. This left everyone itching with curiosity, eager for the wedding to proceed.
The reception continued for most of the day, with guests arriving one after another until noon when most of them had entered the venue. However, one person had yet to arrive.
“Fu Bo, has nephew Long not arrived yet?” Father Xiang asked while holding his hands. Although he was already in his fifties, his eyes still shone brightly, devoid of signs of aging. He stood tall at the entrance as if he were a young man unless one looked closely, others would mistake him for a youthful lad.
Fu Bo, who was attending to him, bowed and replied, “Sir, I haven’t seen Young Master Long.”
Xiang Zong’s brows furrowed even tighter. The auspicious time was approaching, yet Long Qinghan had not shown up. This was quite impolite. Although Xiang Zong had a good relationship with the Tianjian Sect, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Long Qinghan. Previously, he had proposed a marriage alliance to Long Qinghan, but to his surprise, Long Qinghan, being new to the world and uncertain about his own desires, expressed a temporary lack of interest in marriage and politely declined. Moreover, the Tianjian Sect’s leader doted on his own child and did not exert much control or pressure on him, resulting in the rejection of the marriage proposal.
As a result, Xiang Zong had to find another suitable son-in-law for his daughter. However, being rejected in such a manner still left a lingering resentment in his heart. Xiang Meishan Villa had a long-standing friendship with the Tianjian Sect, and there had been numerous intermarriages between the two. Never did he expect to be rejected so bluntly by Long Qinghan. How could he, as an elder, bear such an affront?
Therefore, seeing that the appointed hour was drawing near and Long Qinghan had not arrived, Xiang Zong’s already discontented mood intensified. He flicked his sleeve, let out a snort, and decided not to welcome any more guests, turning around and heading towards the ceremonial hall.
In the ceremonial hall, everyone stood up and saluted when they saw Xiang Zong’s arrival. Xiang Zong put on a smile, courteously returned the gesture with a cupped fist, and took his seat at the host’s position.
As soon as the host arrived, the presiding officer announced the commencement of the wedding ceremony.
The groom, Tao Huai, and the bride, Xiang Qian, held onto the red silk and slowly walked towards the wedding hall. Then, amidst the officiant’s voice, they were about to kneel and pay respects to heaven and earth… someone interrupted.
“Hold on!”
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Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
Cliffhanger! It's a secret. hehehehe. LOL.