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Chapter 20 - Sealing the Mountain for a Century, Reviving Lin Chaoying? ( Part 1 )

Chapter 20: Sealing the Mountain for a Century, Reviving Lin Chaoying? ( Part 1 )

Li Mochou was eager to let Xiao Longnü experience the joy of being a woman.

“Granny, where’s Ancestor Granny’s phoenix crown and rosy cape? Hurry and get them for Junior Sister to wear. Oh, and do we have red candles? Bring out as many as we have and light them all!”

Under Li Mochou’s arrangements, Granny Sun and Hong Lingbo began bustling about.

“Madam Guo, don’t just stand there. The task of styling Junior Sister’s hair is yours—I can’t manage it!”

“Mm!”

Huang Rong nodded, then took Xiao Longnü to get ready.

Meanwhile, Wang Xuan, the main party involved, had nothing to do.

Half an hour later, the wedding hall was set up, with Lin Chaoying’s portrait hung in the center. Then Li Mochou and Huang Rong escorted Xiao Longnü slowly forward.

Dressed in a grand red phoenix crown and rosy cape, she had shed her usual white dress.

Seeing the scene before him, Wang Xuan deeply appreciated the importance of ceremony.

After a simple拜堂 (bàitáng) ceremony, it was time to enter the bridal chamber.

“Junior Sister is in your hands now!”

Li Mochou placed Xiao Longnü’s jade-like hand in Wang Xuan’s, gave a meaningful smile, and left with Huang Rong.

By unspoken agreement, the next few days would belong solely to Xiao Longnü.

On the cold jade bed, Wang Xuan lifted Xiao Longnü’s veil, revealing a flawless face.

Her perfect features, combined with the blush of a bride, left even the seasoned Wang Xuan momentarily stunned.

“Villain!”

Xiao Longnü’s red lips parted slightly as she turned her face away, too shy to meet Wang Xuan’s gaze.

Though they were sitting close on the same bed, she was clearly still holding a grudge over being teased earlier.

“There’s even worse to come!”

The moment Wang Xuan touched her, Xiao Longnü trembled as if struck by lightning.

Such a reaction was simply too delightful!

“G-gently…”

Under Qiu Chuji’s leadership, all the Quanzhen disciples packed their belongings and descended the mountain overnight.

The Quanzhen Sect, established for decades, had over two hundred disciples, and even if the inns at the foot of the mountain cleared out all their rooms, there wouldn’t be enough space.

Moreover, nearly a hundred disciples were seriously injured.

As a result, everyone had to make do, squeezing together, with several people sharing a room and sleeping on the floor.

Even for the older generation like Sect Leader Qiu Chuji, or the top third-generation disciple like Zhao Zhijing, they had to grit their teeth and endure the night.

The innkeeper and waiters had never seen such a scene. Though curious, they didn’t dare ask questions or pry.

The night passed sleeplessly.

The next morning, Qiu Chuji pushed open his door, intending to discuss future plans with his junior brothers, when a disciple rushed over.

“Sect Leader, t-trouble! Senior Brother Yin—no, I mean Senior Brother Zhao—Zhao Zhijing is covered in blood!”

Huh?

Hearing this, Qiu Chuji hurriedly followed the disciple to the scene. Upon entering the room, he saw Zhao Zhijing standing there, covered in blood, his eyes vacant, looking utterly terrified.

The scene inside the room was even more horrific.

“What happened? Where’s Zhiping?”

Qiu Chuji asked, eyes wide.

Last night, Zhao Zhijing had shared a room with Yin Zhiping and two other disciples, so why was Yin Zhiping the only one missing now?

“Sect Leader, when we went to fetch water, Senior Brother Yin was still fine in the room with Senior Brother Zhao. When I returned, it was like this!”

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing seemed to finally snap out of it, dropping to his knees before Qiu Chuji with a thud.

“Sect Leader, I was chatting with Junior Brother Yin, and then he just exploded! I didn’t do anything—it wasn’t me!”

Exploded suddenly?

Qiu Chuji frowned, surveying the blood-soaked room.

He quickly concluded that Zhao Zhijing wasn’t lying.

“Sect Leader, it must be that person from yesterday. It has to be some trick he left behind to kill Junior Brother Yin!”

The person Zhao Zhijing accused was, of course, Wang Xuan.

Qiu Chuji had also considered this possibility.

After all, such an unthinkable method of killing—Qiu Chuji couldn’t imagine anyone else capable of it besides Wang Xuan.

But why?

Wang Xuan had clearly promised to show mercy, so why did he specifically kill Yin Zhiping?

Qiu Chuji’s heart skipped a beat as a possibility dawned on him.

“Sect Leader?”

Zhao Zhijing looked puzzled.

At this moment, Wang Chuyi and other Quanzhen disciples arrived. Seeing his junior brother, Qiu Chuji sighed and said:

“You’ve arrived just in time. I have an announcement!”

“Please speak, Senior Brother!”

“After descending the mountain, no one is to mention yesterday’s events. Otherwise, they will be expelled from the sect. Additionally, send someone to Xiangyang to summon Junior Sister Sun back. We’ll find another place to rebuild Chongyang Palace, then seal the mountain for a century. No one is to set foot in the martial world!”

“Senior Brother, this?”

Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan exchanged glances. This wasn’t what they discussed yesterday—weren’t they supposed to immediately inform other sects to prepare?

Though the two were puzzled, they could only comply.

Qiu Chuji looked at the crowd, sighing inwardly.

The reason he suddenly changed his orders was because he believed Yin Zhiping’s death was a warning from Wang Xuan.

If the Quanzhen Sect didn’t take the hint, they might truly be wiped out!

Against such an opponent, Qiu Chuji had thought it over all night and concluded that sealing the mountain for a century was the only option.

As for anything else—hah, he couldn’t afford to care!

In the Ancient Tomb on Mount Zhongnan.

On the cold jade bed, Wang Xuan gently moved Xiao Longnü’s jade-like arm from his body, sat up, and glanced over.

At the corner of the tomb chamber’s corridor, a head was peeking out.

Li Mochou.

Her face was full of smiles.

Wang Xuan got out of bed and approached, noticing that Li Mochou wasn’t wearing her Taoist robe but a white dress.

It looked very familiar.

“Could this be Long’er’s dress?”

“Does it look good?”

As she spoke, Li Mochou twirled in place.

Wang Xuan nodded.

*In his heart, he really wanted to say, you’re so hot!*

“If Junior Sister knew about our relationship, I wonder what her expression would be?”