Chapter 720 A Wedding, A Grand Wedding...

More importantly, whenever a great battle occurred, Tushan Jing Ci never hid in her command tent. Instead, she led from the front, fighting bloody battles on the front lines.

After several decades, nearly everyone was completely convinced of the Tushan Saintess’s worth, holding not a shred of doubt.

However, the Human Race’s resistance was simply too fierce.

And while the Demon Race had Tushan Jing Ci, the Human Race had Gui Junmeng—and Xiao Mo.

Originally, Gui Junmeng had been an entire major Realm below Tushan Jing Ci.

But in the decades that had passed, Gui Junmeng had already stepped into the Immortal Realm.

Rumor had it that besides her own Innate Daoist Body and astonishing talent, the most important reason for Gui Junmeng’s rapid advancement in Cultivation was Xiao Mo.

According to intelligence gathered by the Demon Alliance, Xiao Mo was engaged in dual cultivation with Gui Junmeng, and their Dual Cultivation Technique was a perfect match for their respective physiques and Daos.

Furthermore, there was another rumor—that Gui Junmeng and Tushan Jing Ci looked exactly alike!

However, the Demon Alliance couldn’t verify the truth of this rumor.

Every time Gui Junmeng entered the battlefield, she wore a veil. Only the Cultivators of the Seeking Immortal Temple had ever seen her true face.

But judging by her figure, which seemed to be cast from the same mold as Tushan Jing Ci’s, and her fox-like eyes, the rumor was very likely true.

Not only that, but the Demon Alliance had also heard that the current Xiao Mo was the reincarnation of the Scholar’s Attendant who had once served Tushan Jing Ci—in other words, the man she loved.

If that was truly the case, then the relationship between these three was rather intriguing.

For a time, all sorts of speculation and rumors sprang up, revolving around the three of them.

However, under Tushan Meng’s strict authority, no one dared to discuss the matter openly.

Moreover, as the fighting grew more intense, most Demon Cultivators in the Demon Alliance didn’t even know if they would survive to see the next day. So, after a brief flurry of excitement, the gossip was quickly thrown to the back of their minds, forgotten by all.

“I propose we lead our army straight to Huanglong Valley, then destroy Fengyun City to put pressure on the Human Alliance!”

“Absolutely not! Huanglong Valley is a natural no-fly zone. If the enemy has set an ambush there, the consequences of us entering rashly would be disastrous!”

“Then what should we do? We can’t just sit here cooped up in Huangye City, can we?”

“What about the other two Demon Race armies?”

“What else? One army is pinned down by the Human Alliance, stuck in a dilemma just like us, unable to move. As for the Tengshe Clan’s army, they seem to be taking it easy. They’re probably holding back.”

“Damn that World of Ten Thousand Laws! If they weren’t pulling strings behind the scenes, we would have already annihilated the Human Alliance! Just give me a chance, and I’ll trample the World of Ten Thousand Laws again!”

“Heheh, what’s the use of saying all that now? Let’s focus on solving the predicament at hand.”

In the City Lord’s Mansion of Huangye City, numerous Demon Race generals debated back and forth, discussing their next plan of attack.

But the more they discussed, the more their frustration grew.

Originally, the Demon Alliance had been completely dominating the Human Alliance. They hadn’t even considered them a real threat at the start.

But who would have thought that the World of Ten Thousand Laws would secretly support the Human Alliance, endlessly supplying them with all kinds of Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, Elixirs, and Cultivation Techniques.

Some Cultivators from the World of Ten Thousand Laws had even smuggled themselves over to assist the Human Alliance!

If the World of Ten Thousand Laws hadn’t been meddling in the background, they felt they would have completely wiped out the Human Alliance long ago!

And on the main seat in the City Lord’s Mansion, a woman with a superb figure and world-toppling beauty sat with her eyes closed. Her legs were gently crossed beneath her skirt, her elbow propping up her fair chin. Her expression was lazy yet composed as she listened quietly to their arguments.

“Send a flying letter to the Tengshe Clan.”

After a long while, the woman finally spoke. Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, yet it carried a soul-stirring authority.

“Tell them to dispatch an army of one hundred thousand, with every soldier at the Cave Mansion Realm or higher, to attack Huanglong Valley with us!”

Tushan Jing Ci commanded coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“If they dare refuse, my army will break camp and march to Black Snake City to ask the Tengshe Clan personally. Is that clear?”

“Yes…” The Demon Race general named Zeng Qiang hurriedly bowed and replied, a thin layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Despite his deep respect for the Tushan Saintess, Zeng Qiang couldn’t help but think, ‘This Holy Daughter is a complete madwoman…’

If the Tengshe Clan dared to refuse, this Holy Daughter was absolutely a woman of her word; she would truly lead the army straight to Black Snake City.

“Alright, it’s decided then.” Tushan Jing Ci said no more, rising to her feet and walking out of the tent without a backward glance.

The generals all rose and bowed respectfully to see her off.

However, just as Tushan Jing Ci stepped out of the tent, Yue Shi hurried over with a worried expression, bowing slightly. “My Lady…”

“Sister Yue Shi, what is it?” Tushan Jing Ci turned her head to look at Yue Shi, her tone softening slightly.

Yue Shi’s eyes darted back and forth, and she pursed her lips lightly, as if carefully considering her words.

“Sister Yue Shi, no matter what it is, you can speak freely. It’s alright,” Tushan Jing Ci said to Yue Shi, her usually cold tone now holding a rare gentleness reserved for an old friend.

Yue Shi took a deep breath, composed herself, and said slowly, “Reporting, My Lady, a letter has arrived.”

“Who sent it?” Tushan Jing Ci asked calmly.

“It’s… It’s from the Seeking Immortal Temple… from Xiao Mo…” Yue Shi stammered, her voice growing quieter and quieter.

The moment Tushan Jing Ci heard the name “Xiao Mo,” her heart lurched violently. Her small hands clenched involuntarily, her knuckles turning white.

“Give it to me,” Tushan Jing Ci said slowly, her voice laced with an uncontrollable tremor.

“Yes.”

Yue Shi took the letter from her robes and respectfully presented it to Tushan Jing Ci with both hands.

The envelope was a festive, bright red, bearing an exquisite and eye-catching red paper-cut of the “Double Happiness” character.

‘This is…’

‘A wedding invitation…’

Gazing at the painfully red wedding invitation in Yue Shi’s hand, Tushan Jing Ci’s breath caught. The color drained from her face, bit by bit, until it was as pale as paper.

Her eyes, once as cold as frost, now seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, losing all their light.

She just stood there, stunned and motionless, as if time had frozen around her. Only the wedding invitation in her hand remained, its red a stab to the heart.

But in the end, Tushan Jing Ci slowly reached out and took the invitation, her slender fingers trembling almost imperceptibly.

She tore open the invitation and pulled out the red paper from within.

Every word on the red paper slowly unfolded before her eyes.

The woman’s eyes wavered. Starting from the corners, they reddened bit by bit, until a hazy mist veiled them.

She fought to hold it back, biting her lip.

But in the end, crystalline teardrops still slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, one by one, falling onto the bright red paper and blurring it with small, wet patches.

“My Lady…” Yue Shi called out softly, but for a moment, she didn’t know how to comfort her.

In truth, even without reading the invitation’s contents, she had already guessed most of it.

After all, the rumors of Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng’s dual cultivation had been no secret for decades.

“Xiao Mo is getting married.”

Tushan Jing Ci spoke slowly, the black words on the red paper like nails being driven viciously into her heart.

“‘Double Happiness…'”

“‘A grand celebration…'”

Tushan Jing Ci gently caressed the exquisite paper-cut on the envelope. A smile was clearly on her face, the corners of her lips even curved into an arc, but her tears wouldn’t stop falling, drop after drop, as if they would never run dry.

“Since it’s a grand celebration,”

“Then I must give you a grand gift.”

She lifted her head and gazed into the distance.

“Don’t you agree?”