"This color," Zhao Wu said, looking around and picking the brightest one before applying it to Yaohua's lips.
Yaohua wrinkled her nose in disgust. "It's so ugly. Change it."
Zhao Wu seemed to be in an extremely good mood. "How about this one?"
"Too dark."
"What about this?"
"It makes my skin look sallow."
...
As the time was approaching, Zhao Wu finally managed to pull his attention away from the lipsticks. "You look good in any color. How about this one?"
"System brother, I'll exchange a bit of my demonic energy with you. When will my master arrive?"
"The god is already nearby."
Yaohua blinked her eyes and stopped being picky. She applied the lipstick, then looked at herself in the mirror. "It's a bit off, but it'll do."
Zhao Wu took the wedding veil from the female immortal and covered Yaohua's head with it. Then he took her hand.
Instantly, Yaohua became as stiff as a log, standing rooted to the spot.
"I-I'm a bit nervous."
A snort came from above her head, a sound that was so characteristic of Zhao Wu. Hidden by the veil, Yaohua rolled her eyes.
"Brother Zhao Wu, why are you so eager to register our union with me?"
"Isn't it the custom here that only after registering the union can we engage in dual cultivation? Dual cultivation can improve our cultivation bases. Then if I get injured in the future, you won't feel the pain."
Yaohua, who had already learned the meaning of dual cultivation from ancient books, thought to herself: Bullshit! He just wants to improve his own cultivation base!
She lowered her head and followed Zhao Wu. As soon as they stepped out of the door, the deafening sound of trumpets and suonas almost blew the top of her head off.
"Your people in Shenzhou like these things. I've got them all for you," Zhao Wu said proudly. Even without seeing his face, Yaohua could imagine that he was so proud that his tail was about to stick up to the sky.
"Although it's a bit tacky, it's quite lively."
Yaohua kept silent. She was a bit panicked.
It was almost time to enter the wedding hall. Why hadn't her master appeared yet?
If he came after they had paid homage to heaven and earth, it would be too late!
With a heart full of anxiety, she entered the wedding hall. A red silk ribbon was stuffed into her hand. Without a doubt, the next step would be to pay homage to heaven and earth.
Sweat slowly oozed from Yaohua's palms.
Master...
"Pay homage to heaven and earth!"
The emcee's voice was cadenced. As soon as the words fell, Yaohua's heart sank.
She closed her eyes. Fine. It was just a matter of falling out with Zhao Wu. Could he really kill her?
She raised her hand, intending to tear off the veil.
Boom!
Accompanied by the deafening thunder, a strong wind rushed into the wedding hall. After a series of crashing sounds, all the things that Zhao Wu had carefully prepared were destroyed.
Yaohua had already grabbed a corner of the veil. Hearing the sound, she immediately tore it off.
"Master!"
In the surging spiritual current, Chongming walked forward slowly.
In her memory, although her master looked cold, his eyes were always extremely gentle. Even when facing a great crisis, he had never exuded such a fierce and solemn killing intent as he did at this moment.
He held a magnificent long sword in his hand and slashed towards... no, towards Zhao Wu with the force to destroy heaven and earth.
Black qi coiled around Zhao Wu's body, instantly dropping the temperature in the wedding hall to the lowest point.
Yaohua's cultivation base was suppressed by the golden chain, and her face was deathly pale. The already bright lipstick on her lips looked even more gaudy.
She saw that under the absolute might, Zhao Wu's black qi was dispersing in all directions, and he himself was unable to move, maintaining his previous posture. Nevertheless, his evil and flamboyant purple eyes were still full of provocation, as if saying, Come on. If you have the guts, kill me.
Yaohua's heart was almost in her throat.
"Master, you-you can't kill him!"
The breath she exhaled turned into white mist. Yaohua felt that her nose was almost frozen off.
At the critical moment, Chongming's sword stopped just in front of Zhao Wu's forehead.
Zhao Wu sneered wickedly. "Thank you, master, for your instruction. In the future, I will surely cultivate hard to protect Yaoyao. Since master is here, please take your seat and watch the ceremony."
Chongming's hand was as steady as a mountain, but the spiritual current behind him was surging more and more violently. Even Yaohua held her breath.
The sword in his hand turned into a puff of smoke. Chongming raised his palm and pressed it against Zhao Wu's chest.
Almost at the same time, Yaohua's vision went black.
"Master, if you kill me now, just let Yaoyao die with me."
Zhao Wu spat out mouthfuls of blood, but he could still smile. The demonic qi around him dissipated with Chongming's spiritual power, and the temperature gradually returned to normal.
Yaohua gritted her teeth, ready to endure the pain. However, to her surprise, except for the initial stabbing pain, the mark on her body didn't cause any more trouble.
She looked up in surprise and heard a faint clicking sound at this moment.
The golden chain that Zhao Wu had put on her wrist actually loosened.
She looked at Zhao Wu in surprise, but he avoided her gaze.
Seeing that her master was about to raise his hand again, Yaohua quickly stopped him. "Master, Zhao Wu can't die!"
Her master frowned, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Yaohua saw his hand clench and then relax. Finally, it swept through the air, and Zhao Wu, who was standing behind her, was suddenly taken into his sleeve.
"Master?"
"Don't be nervous. I've just put him into the Linglong Pagoda."
The Linglong Pagoda could capture demons and suppress ghosts. With the suppression of the seven treasures, it was the most suitable place to contain Zhao Wu.
"Do you like him?" Chongming took in Yaohua's relieved expression and paused for a moment on her heterochromatic pupils before slowly speaking.
"Of course not!" Yaohua quickly shook her head, afraid of being associated with him in the slightest. "Master, don't misunderstand. He's the son of the Demon Lord. Keeping him will surely be of great use."
Was that really the case?
Chongming's strict expression softened a bit.
The little phoenix raised her fair and pink face, with a lively look in her eyes. "Master is so amazing. You've even killed all the demons here."
"When I came, apart from that paper-made emcee, there was only Zhao Wu here."
"That's strange," Yaohua frowned. "I clearly saw a lot of demons here."
Was there a trick?
Just as she was thinking, there was a faint movement beside her.
Yaohua immediately tensed up.
Then, a slender white hand covered in dust pushed aside the collapsed table, and a gentle-looking girl crawled out.
It was the female immortal that Yaohua had saved from the demon maid.
Yaohua let out a sigh of relief. "Why are you here?"
With all the commotion just now, she thought the female immortal had taken the opportunity to escape.
"I was knocked unconscious by the falling table," the female immortal said timidly, looking a bit embarrassed.
Yaohua was taken aback. "It's okay. You can leave with us."
The female immortal nodded gratefully. Looking up, she saw Chongming taking a few steps closer and immediately felt a bit nervous.
"G-God?"
"Official Yi, why are you here?"
Yaohua was secretly surprised. She didn't expect her master to know this female immortal.
"The Xuanku was burned down by the demons. All of us surviving little immortals were captured and brought to the Demon Lord's Mansion," Official Yi said, holding back her tears. "Please, god, save them!"
Compassion welled up in Chongming's eyes. "The Astrology Platform has malfunctioned. You've all suffered."
Official Yi bit her lower lip and hesitated. "In order to hold the union registration ceremony, Zhao Wu specifically drove those demons away and didn't allow them to get close to the wedding hall. My fellow immortals... should be in the backyard."