Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 79: Love is separated, where does the love go?

The wedding was hastily planned, but the Ghost King Sect members were unfazed. Red ribbons draped the entire sect, and festive lanterns were hung high. However, this lively atmosphere couldn't dispel the lingering gloom in Bi Yao's heart.

In her bridal chamber, Bi Yao, clad in her phoenix coronet and bridal robe, sat quietly by her bed, awaiting the arrival of Ji Zai. Her fingers gently stroked her wedding gown, her eyes filled with a complex expression. Chen Qiye's image lingered in her mind. She wasn't sure if this was the right choice, but she knew it might be her only way out.

Back at Qingyun Sect, Lu Xueqi stood for a long time, staring at the spot where Chen Qiye had vanished. The Autumn Water Sword in her hand seemed to be her only support. Her eyes were empty and sad. Everything around her had nothing to do with her. Her heart, along with Chen Qiye's departure, had also been taken away.

"Xueqi, go back." The voice of Master Shuiyue sounded behind her, with a hint of helplessness and heartache.

Lu Xueqi slowly turned around and looked at Shuiyue Zhenren. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She nodded gently and walked towards Xiaozhu Peak with heavy steps. Along the way, her mind kept recalling every moment she had spent with Chen Qiye. Those sweet past moments had now become the most painful memories.

After returning to Xiaozhu Peak, Lu Xueqi locked herself in her room, staring blankly at the Autumn Water Sword every day. She refused to eat or drink, rapidly losing weight. Her once lively eyes were now filled with a dead silence.

Wen Min and the other disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were extremely anxious. They knocked on the door several times, trying to persuade Lu Xueqi, but there was no response from the room. They could only wait at the door, silently worrying about Lu Xueqi.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Lu can't go on like this, she will drive herself to collapse." A disciple from Xiaozhu Peak said anxiously.

Wen Min sighed, her eyes filled with worry. "Xueqi's feelings for Chen Qiye are too deep. Now that Chen Qiye is gone, she might not be able to accept it for a while. All we can do is spend more time with her and let her know that we are all by her side."

Meanwhile, at the Ghost King Clan's wedding, Ji Zai, dressed in wedding attire, slowly walked into the bridal chamber. He looked at Bi Yao, who was sitting beside the bed, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if an invisible force was pulling him along.

"Biyao, I..." Ji Zai started to speak, but he didn't know what to say. His mind was in a mess, and his memories were like a jigsaw puzzle that he couldn't put together.

Bi Yao slowly raised her head and looked at Ji Zai. A trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled: "Ji Zai, from now on, we are husband and wife." As she said that, she stood up, walked to Ji Zai, and gently held his hand.

Ji Zai felt the warmth of Bi Yao's palm, and the confusion in his heart seemed to subside a little. He gently held Bi Yao's hand and nodded: "Yes, we are husband and wife."

At this moment, Chen Qiye's soul, having entered Ji Zai's sea of ​​consciousness, was slightly dazed, evidently only now realizing what had happened. Floating before him were the Immortal Sword's old sword blade, the Mountain and River Fan, the Immortal Binding Rope, the Mysterious Fire Mirror, and his seven-tailed centipede.

"Am I being forced into an arranged marriage?" Chen Qiye's soul was filled with helplessness in Ji Zai's sea of ​​consciousness.

But before Chen Qiye could sort out his thoughts, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook violently. The old sword of the Immortal Sword shone brightly and emitted bursts of humming sounds. The figure of the Sword Mother appeared in front of him and said in an ethereal voice, "Little Qiye, how do you feel now?"

"The current situation is that everything about Ji Zai has returned to my original body, except for his cultivation level, which has not yet merged with it because Ji Zai's realm is too low. The biggest problem I'm facing now is that I can't control Ji Zai's body. In other words, although it's still me who controls Ji Zai's body, it's not me. It's like I have become a subconscious existence." Chen Qiye said with a helpless smile.

Mother Jian seemed lost in thought, her ethereal voice echoing in her sea of ​​consciousness: "This situation is quite tricky. We can only wait. Once Ji Zai's cultivation reaches a level similar to yours, perhaps he will be able to control his body."

Chen Qiye sighed helplessly, his gaze piercing Ji Zai's sea of ​​consciousness, as if he could glimpse the outside world. He saw Bi Yao gazing at Ji Zai with deep affection, and a wave of mixed emotions welled up within him. He knew Bi Yao's feelings for him, but the current situation left him somewhat bewildered. "Sister Fairy, what do you think I should do? Just watch Ji Zai and Bi Yao get married?" Chen Qiye looked at Jian Ma, his eyes filled with confusion.

Mother Jian shook her head slightly and said softly, "Xiao Qiye, this may be fate's arrangement. All you can do now is to settle down in this body and wait for the opportunity. As for that girl, since she chose this path, she must have her considerations."

Inside the Ghost King Sect, a festive red color permeated every corner, but this intense color couldn't dispel the strange, dull feeling that permeated the air. At the wedding, the guests smiled, but their eyes held a hint of curiosity and inquiry. After all, this wedding had come so suddenly.

The elder presiding over the wedding cleared his throat, and his voice echoed through the noisy crowd: "The auspicious time has arrived!"

Everyone's attention instantly focused on the wedding hall, where red candles flickered. Ji Zai and Bi Yao approached slowly. Ji Zai's steps were a little stiff, his eyes still filled with a hint of confusion and bewilderment. He gazed at the unfamiliar yet bustling scene, his uneasiness growing stronger. Beside him, Bi Yao, beneath her phoenix coronet and bridal robe, wore a faint smile, but the sadness deep in her eyes could not be concealed.

The two came to the center of the wedding hall and slowly knelt down according to etiquette.

"Bow to heaven and earth!" Following the elder's shout, they bowed down and kowtowed. At this moment, Ji Zai only felt a flash of light and shadow in his mind. It was a beautiful but sad face. But before he could grasp this vague memory, his thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"Bows to you, parents!" The Ghost King sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the newlyweds. His eyes held both love for his daughter and complex expectations for Ji Zai. Ji Zai looked up at the Ghost King, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity surge within him, though he couldn't figure out why.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!" When this voice fell, Ji Zai and Bi Yao faced each other and slowly bowed.

When Ji Zai and Bi Yao finished their wedding ceremony, the guests applauded and cheered, and the festive atmosphere reached its climax. However, Ji Zai felt empty inside, as if he had forgotten something crucial.

After the wedding, the guests moved into the banquet hall, where laughter and chatter filled the air. Ji Zai, surrounded by the crowd, toasted him. He mechanically raised his glass and forced a smile, his eyes constantly glancing at Bi Yao, who stood quietly in the corner. Despite her wedding attire, Bi Yao looked remarkably lonely. As she gazed at the bustling crowd, her eyes filled with loneliness.

After finally dealing with the guests, Ji Zai returned to the bridal chamber. He opened the door and saw Bi Yao sitting by the bed. Hearing the noise, she slowly raised her head, a flicker of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes. Ji Zai met her gaze, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart.

"Biyao..." Ji Zai called softly, with a hint of unfamiliarity in his voice.

Bi Yao stood up and slowly walked towards him, her steps gentle yet filled with a hint of urgency. She stood before Ji Zai, looking up at him, her eyes filled with affection and longing. "Ji Zai, from now on, we are husband and wife." As she spoke, she gently took Ji Zai's hands, which were soft and warm. Ji Zai subconsciously returned the handshake, and the uneasiness in his heart subsided a little.

"I will protect you." Ji Zai said softly.

When Bi Yao heard this, her eyes turned slightly red. She leaned in Ji Zai's arms, tears quietly sliding down her face, wetting Ji Zai's wedding dress. She knew in her heart that although the person in front of her had the aura of Chen Qiye, he was like a blank sheet of paper, and everything in the past was blank to him.

(End of this chapter)