QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots
Chapter 212 - 7.42

Chapter 212: 7.42

"Well? Do I look good?"

Jiang Jiamian’s voice was quiet, his gaze fixed on the mirror as his fingers smoothed down the sleeve of his red robe.

"Of course you do. It suits you perfectly."

Lou Yan stepped beside him, also wearing the same red robe.

The contrast between them was striking.

The color that should have overwhelmed only made Jiang Jiamian’s cold aura seem more untouchable. While Lou Yan, with his devilish smile and lazy elegance, looked as if he was born to wear such vivid tones.

One like fire cloaked in snow, the other like wine wrapped in silk.

Jiang Jiamian tapped his fingers, and the water mirror vanished into mist. He turned, his gaze sweeping over Lou Yan, who stood in red robes like a demon sent to seduce the heavens.

The usual coldness on Jiang Jiamian’s face melted in an instant, replaced by a shameless grin curling at the corners of his lips.

"If it weren’t for this stupid ceremony, I swear, I’d pin you to the ground right now and kiss you until you forgot your name."

He licked his lips with zero shame.

This man, this outfit, this face.

Who could possibly resist this?!

Lou Yan’s lips curled into a smile as he grabbed Jiang Jiamian by the waist. With a tug, he pulled him into his arms and held him tight, "So tempted already? Why don’t we just skip the ceremony and go straight to the good part?"

Jiang Jiamian stiffened. In that moment, he felt the chaotic fluctuation of cultivation energy ripple faintly around them, as if the universe itself was about to smite him for getting distracted. Immediately, he sobered up, "No, no, no, the ceremony is still necessary! As the saying goes, life still needs a sense of ritual!"

System: "..."

This host is truly hopeless.

He is more daring than anyone else in words, but more cowardly than anyone else in real action.

Lou Yan smiled without saying a word, then loosened his grip just enough to intertwine their fingers and guide Jiang Jiamian toward the front hall, "Let’s go. Are you ready? I don’t care which realm dares to object, if they do, I can only use their blood to add a little more red to this happy day."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

Seriously?

People say it’s bad luck to shed blood at a joyous occasion.

But Lou Yan? He talks about ’adding red’ like it’s flower petals, not fresh corpses.

Tsk.

"The Wanling Sect showed up too?"

The speaker laughed coldly, voice echoing with scorn.

"You people really have no shame. Your supreme elder was forced into marriage by some demon cultivator who appeared out of nowhere and seized power... and you still dared to show your faces here, drinking the wedding wine like it’s a festival? You’ve embarrassed the entire cultivation world. Truly disgraceful!"

Jiang Jiamian had no idea that before he even made his appearance, the Wanling Sect had already become the subject of ridicule in the front hall.

The face of the leader of the Wanling Sect was extremely stiff, and he could not help but complain in his heart that Immortal Jiang had implicated their sect.

Ever since the news broke that Immortal Jiang was to become the Taoist partner of the new Demon Lord, the situation for the Wanling Sect had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

In the Wanxian Sect alone, five cultivators stood on equal footing with Immortal Jiang. When Immortal Jiang was still the Grand Elder of Wanling Sect, they dared only to show courtesy. Now, they openly speak of annexing the Wanling Sect.

Keep in mind, there are only fourteen Immortal Lords in the entire immortal world, and the Wanxian Sect claims five of them.

Wanling Sect used to be a respectable sect with its own Immortal Lord. Now? Everyone’s pushing them down. Even small, previously insignificant sects have begun to mock their fall from grace.

"Can’t they come to the wedding?"

When the head of the Wanling Sect and several elders were being troubled and in a dilemma, a clear voice cut through the murmurs and tension, echoing sharply across the entire hall.

At the same time, a strong pressure instantly swept the entire hall. Even the Demon Prince Ming Ye, with his formidable cultivation, felt the tightness and stagnation in his heart at this moment.

Everyone’s first reaction was that this must be the pressure from the newly appointed Demon Lord, Lou Yan.

But when the person at the back of the hall actually stepped forward, everyone was dumbfounded.

This person was also one of the Immortal Lords in the cultivation world.

Who here didn’t know who he was?

But at this moment, Immortal Jiang was completely different from the cold and indifferent figure of the past.

He now wore a red robe instead of the familiar white one. As he deliberately released his aura, the swirling layers of demonic energy enveloping his body were impossible to ignore.

His face remained calm and cold, yet the devilish aura combined with the fiery red robe made him unrecognizable compared to the icy, frost-like figure he once was.

The only thing unchanged was the white rabbit he had carried for hundreds of years, still nestled gently in his arms, its pure whiteness standing out against the vivid red, creating a striking contrast.

"You’ve really turned to the demon’s side!"

At last, someone broke free from the oppressive atmosphere, pointing an accusing finger right at Jiang Jiamian’s nose.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow with a smirk, gently tugging at his slightly tight collar, "So what? None of your business."

System: "..."

Su Jinzhou, the only one who truly understood: "..."

"As a dignified immortal, you not only became a Taoist partner with a demon but have also fallen deep into the demon’s ways, and now shamelessly want to announce it to the entire world. Aren’t you afraid the immortal realm will rise up and attack you?"

Jiang Jiamian casually twirled his little finger around his ear, then hissed with deliberate disdain, "Attack me? Is your cultivation as high as mine? Is your man..."

Jiang Jiamian seemed to remember something at this time and looked back.

Lou Yan, catching the look in his eyes, suppressed a laugh, then quickly approached. He took Jiang Jiamian’s hand firmly, entwining their fingers tightly.

Jiang Jiamian kept up the act, teasing, "Is your man as strong as mine?"

After all, he played and endured the original character for eight hundred years.

He was tired of it.

He was about to explode after suppressing his true self for eight hundred years.

Embracing the path of demons?

What a perfectly reasonable excuse for such a sudden change in temperament!

If he wasn’t caught by Lou Yan, who knew how much longer he’d have to keep pretending.

System: "..."

Well, it’s just a little rabbit finally able to breathe freely after being trapped for so long in its own space.