Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 184 Bullying goes too far
In the spacious and bright hall, Wen Yiren was already sitting in the main seat waiting.

Song Xian walked in from outside, bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Song Xian greets Senior Wen."

"I heard that you have dual spiritual roots. How many years have you been practicing?" Wen Yiren asked calmly.

"I have dual spiritual roots of fire and earth, and have been practicing for seven years."

"Is there anyone else at home?"

"My parents are both dead, and I have no brothers."

"Have you ever been married before?"

"The younger generation is not married yet."

"You know everything about Zhirou's life story, right?"

"As I know, she was once the concubine of Dong Jianchang of the New Moon Sect."

Seeing that he spoke of this matter without hesitation, Wen Yiren nodded slightly and said, "You don't mind?"

"To be honest, before I met her, I was a little concerned. It wasn't because I despised her status, but because I'm the head of our sect, and it would be bad for my reputation if word got out. But after meeting her today, I fell in love at first sight and vowed to marry her. Not to mention the mere position of head, I'd even sacrifice my life for her. I beg you to grant me your wish."

As Song Xian said this, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

As the head of a sect, it was not appropriate for him to kneel down to others, but for the sake of his beloved, he did not care about that. Besides, Wen Yiren was his beloved's aunt, which meant she was his mother-in-law. It was only natural for a son-in-law to kneel down to his mother-in-law.

"Okay." Wen Yiren showed a satisfied look. Song Xian's conditions in all aspects were excellent. Not to mention marrying a woman who had been a concubine, even if he married an unmarried girl, they would be a good match.

Coupled with this sincere attitude, even she couldn't find any fault with it.

"Since you sincerely want to marry Zhirou, then I will grant your wish and betroth Zhirou to you."

"Thank you, Senior Wen. I am extremely grateful for your great kindness. From now on, if you have any mission, I will go through fire and water for you." The stone in Song Xian's heart finally fell to the ground. He could not hide the joy on his face and kowtowed to her again.

"Alright, get up! Ling'er, go get Zhirou."

"Yes." Xiao Ling responded and left.

"You already know about Zhirou's past, so I won't say much. In my opinion, we shouldn't make a big fuss about it. Keep it simple to avoid any controversy. If everyone in Bianxi City knows about it, it might cause some trouble, which won't be good for you either. Choose an auspicious day, and you come to pick her up. I'll send someone over."

"I will obey Senior Wen's orders in everything."

Song Xian naturally wanted it to be as quick as possible and keep everything simple, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Zhirou is the only descendant of my family who has embarked on the path of cultivation. She has been lonely since childhood and has suffered a lot before. If you want to marry her, you must treat her sincerely. If you are fickle, I will not forgive you."

"The younger generation will definitely live up to the teachings of the older generation."

Wen Yiren chatted for a while, and soon Xiao Ling brought Su Zhirou over.

Hearing footsteps, Song Xian turned around and saw Su Zhirou walking towards him.

She had changed into a black corset, which made her legs look longer and rounder, her waist slender, her buttocks raised high, and her full breasts straight up, as if they were about to burst through her clothes, showing off her curvy figure with big breasts and fat buttocks to the fullest.

Her snow-white neck is as slender and charming as a swan, her skin is as smooth as jade, her cherry mouth is tightly closed, her moist lips are infinitely tempting, and her eyes are full of spring, she is truly a stunning beauty.

Song Xian was stunned again, his heart pounding.

Su Zhirou couldn't stand his burning gaze, so she quickly lowered her head and didn't look at him.

It was not until the person came closer that Song Xian came to his senses. He swallowed secretly and lowered his head to hide his loss of composure, but he couldn't help but secretly look at her.

Su Zhirou also lowered her head and was secretly looking at him. When their eyes met, Su Zhirou quickly turned her eyes away, her face instantly flushed.

Wen Yiren naturally could not hide the expressions of the two people from her eyes. She knew what Su Zhirou was thinking as soon as she entered the door. This was because she had specially chosen a black corset. After returning to the mountain gate for so long, she had been wearing a loose and ordinary green sleeved robe all day long. Even she saw her wearing this for the first time.

It’s obvious who you’re wearing it for.

"Zhirou, this Daoist friend Song has proposed to me, saying he wants to marry you. I have already agreed and will betroth you to him. What do you think?"

"I'll follow your aunt's instructions." Su Zhi's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"I've just told Song Xian that you don't need to make a big fuss about your wedding; keep it simple. I'll pick an auspicious date, the 25th of this month. Song Xian will come to pick you up, and I'll have Ling'er take someone to take you there. Do you all have any objections?"

"Junior obeys your command." Song Xian wished he could marry this beauty right away. The 25th was still more than ten days away!
"That's settled then, Song Xian, you go first!"

"Yes. I'll take my leave, junior."

Song Xian bowed and while lowering his head, he stole a glance at the beauty beside him. Su Zhirou blushed and lowered her head tightly. Although she knew that Song Xian was stole a glance at her, she did not look at him.

"I have one more thing to ask. What should I bring? What preparations are needed for the wedding? Please give me some advice, Senior."

"I told you to keep it simple. Let's skip all the red tape! Just show up when the time comes."

"Yes." Song Xian turned around and left, returning happily to the camp at the foot of the mountain. He opened the door and saw Lu Yuan and Zhang Ningyuan sitting in the inner room.

When the two saw him coming back, they immediately went to greet him. Zhang Ningyuan asked worriedly, "Master, what took you so long? Did something happen?"

Seeing that both of them looked worried, Song Xian felt a little embarrassed to mention that he had taken the initiative to propose marriage. After all, before leaving, he had vowed to reject this marriage.

Furthermore, as the head of the sect, he represents the face of the sect. Marrying someone else's concubine just because of his lust for beauty will not only damage his prestige, but also make him easily looked down upon.

He calmed himself down, adjusted his expression, pretended to be sad, walked straight to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, tried hard to hide his joy, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Things aren't going well. Luoyun Sect won't release me, and Wen Yiren has personally come forward, demanding I marry Su Zhirou. From what she's saying, if I don't comply, she'll hold Senior Brother Wenyuan captive for assault."

The two looked at each other. They didn't expect the situation to be so bad that Wen Yiren had to show up.

Zhang Ningyuan frowned even more tightly: "What should we do then?"

"I can't help it. I'm at the mercy of others." Song Xian sighed, "I've already agreed to marry Su Zhirou on the 25th of this month."

"Master." Lu Yuan was moved. He swallowed and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

With Song Xian's conditions, marrying a lady from a prominent family wouldn't be difficult. But now he's being forced to marry someone else's concubine and endure this humiliation, all for the sake of the clan!
Ever since becoming the sect leader and coming to Bianxi City, Song Xian has been busy with the development of the sect, and basically handles all matters personally, and he has seen all of this.

I didn't expect that now even his lifelong affairs have to be sacrificed for the sect. The master has paid too much for this sect.

Zhang Ningyuan couldn't help but slam his fist on the table in anger, gritting his teeth and saying, "This damn Luoyun Sect is going too far."

The way the two of them acted made Song Xian feel even more embarrassed, but the show had already begun and he couldn't give up halfway, so he had to pretend to continue frowning with a heavy look on his face.

"Don't even mention that Senior Brother Wenyuan is in their hands. Even if Senior Brother Wenyuan didn't happen, Wen Yiren is not someone we can afford to offend."

"If it weren't for her, the Yuxiang Pill would have been taken away by the Yuyuan Sect. Without her protection, our Yuxiang Pill wouldn't even be able to leave Bianxia Town."

"This marriage is not without its benefits. At least it can strengthen our relationship with Wen Yiren."

"For the development of the sect, what does my personal face and honor mean?" Both of them lowered their heads and remained silent.

Song Xian put on a forced smile and said, "Brothers, there's no need to be so serious. This isn't a bad thing. To be honest, I've already met Su Zhirou. She's quite pretty and suits my taste. I won't suffer any loss."

"Master, you..." Zhang Ningyuan almost shed tears.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Xian gave a look and Zhang Ningyuan immediately stepped forward to open the door, only to see Zhong Wenyuan standing outside.

"Senior Brother Wenyuan, you're back. I hope they didn't do anything to you!" Song Xian asked with concern.

Zhong Wenyuan's heart sank when he saw the three people like this. He walked in and asked, "What happened?"

"In order to get you out, the master is going to marry someone else's concubine." Zhang Ningyuan said gritting his teeth.

"What's going on?" Zhong Wenyuan looked at them in confusion.

Lu Yuan sighed and then recounted the whole story.

After hearing this, Zhong Wenyuan fell silent, lowering his head and saying nothing.

"Brother Wenyuan, don't worry about it. This isn't for you personally, it's mainly for the development of the sect. A marriage with Wen Yiren would also be beneficial to us. Besides, Su Zhirou is pretty and very much to my liking. Although her past status was a bit unpleasant, it's not a big deal. I personally don't care about it."

Seeing Song Xian trying to comfort him, Zhong Wenyuan felt even more ashamed. After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry. I messed it up."

"This has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault. I've wanted to beat up Peng Yuan for a long time. The marriage wasn't caused by you. They chose me because they were sure they could control our clan. Even if this hadn't happened, would we have the ability to refuse Wen Yiren?"

"Okay, the matter has been decided, don't think about it anymore."

"Brother Wenyuan, take a rest for the night. Go back to the mountain gate tomorrow and make some preparations to make it a little more festive. Since we're getting married, we have to make it look presentable."

"There's no need to invite outsiders. Just call everyone from our sect and have a great celebration."

"Brother Lu, Brother Ning Yuan, don't go back yet. The wedding is only ten days away. You should accompany me to pick up the bride. Wen Yiren has already said that everything should be simple. There is no need to prepare anything else. Just show up."

Zhong Wenyuan felt heavy-hearted and ashamed. He felt ashamed to face Song Xian. He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with a thorn in his back. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and said, "I...I'll go back and prepare now."

.........

In the brightly lit room of Qingfengfang, Feng Yan was calculating with her account book when Mu Hong walked in. "Sister Yan'er, I have something important to tell you."

"What's going on? It's mysterious."

"The headmaster has already been engaged to a woman named Su Zhirou, and they are getting married soon, on the 25th of this month."

Feng Yan was stunned and looked up: "So fast? How did you know?"

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan has arrived. He said he wants to buy some supplies before he goes to pick up the bride. He also asked us to prepare a hundred Jade Fragrance Pills to give to the bride's escort."

"Where are the others? Where are they now?"

"I went shopping."

"Why get married so soon?"

"I heard from Senior Brother Lu Yuan that the Sect Master has no other choice. Isn't Elder Zhong Wenyuan being held captive by them? Wen Yiren is anxious to marry that man off, and they won't let her go unless she agrees."

"I see." Feng Yan nodded.

Mu Hong jokingly said in a low voice: "What a pity, you don't have the chance to become the headmaster's wife."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Yan glared at her sullenly. "Hurry up and get ready! Get a hundred high-quality Jade Fragrance Pills from the warehouse and bring them to Senior Brother Lu Yuan later."

Mu Hong curled her lips and turned away.

The door closed again. Feng Yan stared out the window in a daze for a long time, sighed, and continued to look through the account books.

……

Ten days was neither long nor short. To many cultivators, it was just a blink of an eye. But to Song Xian, it felt like ten years.

He counted the time on his fingers almost every day, but pretended nothing was wrong in front of Zhang Ningyuan and Lu Yuan.

Finally, the 25th arrived.

As soon as the sky turned light, Song Xian couldn't wait to go to the Luoyun Sect's mountain gate to pay a visit.

He was wearing a festive red suit with a flower on his chest. He looked very energetic and waited for about an hour or two before being led into a spacious hall.

Inside, Wen Yiren was already sitting in the main seat, and Su Zhirou was standing in front of her listening to her instructions. She had also changed into a festive red wedding dress. Although it was tight, it could not hide her proud and graceful figure.

"Junior pays his respects to Senior Wen." Song Xian walked up to Su Zhirou, stood side by side with her, and bowed respectfully to Wen Yiren. When he lowered his head, he stole a glance at his beloved beside him.

Su Zhirou lowered her head and listened to Wen Yiren's admonitions, with a shy look on her face. Her bright red wedding dress made her lips look as if red and her face as if powdered. She was truly more beautiful than a flower.

"I'll leave Zhirou to you. You must treat her with all your heart and soul and never let her down. Otherwise, I won't let you off easily."

"Yes, junior, I obey."

Wen Yiren also said some words about how couples should treat each other with respect, and asked Su Zhirou to take care of herself, and then asked Xiao Ling to send the two out.

The entourage outside was ready. Three Canglan birds were lying in the courtyard. There were also six maids serving Su Zhirou and five disciples of Luoyun Sect.

Three of them are animal trainers who raise Canglan birds, and the other two are Wen Yiren’s close confidants who are representing Wen Yiren in the wedding.

"Master Song, Sister Zhirou, please sit on the Canglan bird in the middle." Xiao Ling arranged for everyone to set off.

Song Xian and Su Zhirou rode on the same spirit beast, the six maids rode on another, and the three wedding attendants including Xiao Ling rode on another.

The two walked towards the Canglan Bird, and Song Xian took the opportunity to grab her delicate hand. Su Zhirou struggled symbolically for a while, then let him do it.

The three Canglan birds let out a clear cry, took off into the sky, and went to the foot of the mountain to pick up Zhang Ningyuan and Lu Yuan, then headed towards Bianxia Town.

The two of them sat side by side on the back of the Canglan bird. Song Xian did not look around, but his heart was already as busy as countless ants crawling around. He just wanted to hug the beauty next to him and ravage her hard. However, there were two Canglan birds flying beside them, and a group of people following them, so he had to endure it.

He seemed to be sitting upright, but he was actually restless. The big hand holding Su Zhirou was constantly fiddling with her, trying to separate her five fingers and clasp them more tightly.

But Su Zhirou clenched her fingers tightly together to prevent him from succeeding.

Seeing that Song Xian was too hard, he gently stroked her palm with his fingers. Su Zhirou was tickled by him and wanted to pull her hand away, but he held it tightly and couldn't, so she pinched the skin on his palm with her fingers.

Song Xian tried to move her fingers again. On the surface, the two of them were sitting side by side on the Canglan Bird, motionless. However, in the invisible darkness, their palms were constantly fighting back and forth. After a while, Song Xian finally found an opportunity to separate her five fingers, and his palm was tightly clasped with her ten fingers.

Song Xian, who finally succeeded, couldn't help but secretly look at her, with a smug smile on his face. Su Zhirou kept her head down, avoiding his gaze.

(End of this chapter)