Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

In a sense, the much-anticipated wedding arrived as scheduled.

Following the abnormal snowfall, spring flowers inexplicably began to bloom in the Demon Realm, especially in the Demon Palace where the ceremony was held.

Fan Ning looked at herself in the bronze mirror, who seemed a little unfamiliar. Her fingertips carelessly brushed across her crimson lips, and the red hairpin on her head swayed gently with her movements. The maid beside her, who was helping with her makeup, couldn't help but praise her, "Your Majesty is truly radiant and charming."

"There will definitely not be a woman more beautiful than you appearing today."

Of course not, otherwise it would be a disaster.

Fan Ning chuckled, picked up a small pastry from the side and took a careful bite.

The bride at the wedding should always maintain a dignified demeanor. In order not to dirty her makeup or maintain her figure, it is not recommended to eat food.

But such conditions obviously had no restraining effect on Fan Ning. The maid did not stop her when she saw it, but just brought another cup of tea from the side and quietly handed it to her where she could reach.

——This is not a real wedding.

The maid in the Demon Palace knew some of the inside story. Earlier, she had seen many "bigwigs from the sect" who should not be here. The expressions of those bigwigs were either solemn or disgusted, and few of them showed any intention of blessing.

...Hopefully today will go better.

If they had a conflict, the maids and guards in the Demon Palace would surely not be able to escape, and any vigilance would be useless.

In the eyes of those people, what do these small characters mean?

"Don't worry," Fan Ning noticed the worry in the eyes of the person behind her. She picked up a piece of cake from the side and placed it next to her mouth. After she bit it in confusion, she slowly said, "There won't be a fight."

"It's my territory after all. No one can get past me, the Demon Lord, and harm the people inside."

The moment the maid heard this, her eyes widened uncontrollably.

She looked at the woman in front of her through the bronze mirror, her eyelashes drooping slightly as if she was frightened.

"No one has ever said such words to us," she said in a calm voice, not letting the bronze mirror reflect her expression, but her hands moved more gently.

"Knock, knock, knock," someone standing outside knocked on the door politely.

Fan Ning turned her head to face Qian Jiangyue who was walking towards her. When the latter saw her current appearance, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You're still asking me to come here at this time... You're really bold. Aren't you afraid that I'll just take action?"

Qian Jiangyue sat down behind her, carefully fiddled with the hairpin on Fan Ning's head, then took out a jade bracelet from her sleeve and put it on her hand.

The pink and golden jade was illuminated by the dim candlelight, shining brightly and looking very beautiful.

"After all, we are master and disciple. This is all I can do."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for Yue Lizong," Fan Ning looked at the jade bracelet on his hand and smiled. The unfinished words remained on his lips, and he had no intention of revealing the answer at this time.

Qian Jiangyue didn't ask any further questions.

She just watched the person in front of her carefully putting on her makeup, wondering what kind of scene she was thinking of. She sighed helplessly, "After all, this is your first marriage... It's a pity that you became a victim like this."

"That's not the case," Fan Ning stood up from the chair. The distinguished guests outside had almost all arrived, and the servants' whispered conversations could be heard through the wall.

It sounds lively from scattered observations, but it's really not something to look forward to.

Everyone had their own thoughts. Some were worried about their own situations, some were afraid that the monks would suddenly attack... and some tacitly regarded this wedding as a "signal" of something that was about to happen.

"This is just a wedding," Fan Ning said in a calm voice, but her tone was firm and unchangeable. "I let them in to bless us."

She reached out and fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, and when she felt the warmth that belonged to humans, the emotions in her eyes were completely suppressed.

"My grand ceremony is not something that can be easily fooled. I hope they have prepared generous gifts early."

Qian Jiangyue: "...But these sects didn't come here for such a purpose."

Forget about generous gifts, I'm afraid he'd want to stab you the first time we meet.

This wedding...probably no one would take it seriously except Fan Ning herself.

"Then I can only kick them out," Fan Ning looked out the window indifferently, with the words "freeloading prohibited" clearly written in his eyes.

Qian Jiangyue was stunned for a moment, then watched the excitement without a care in the world: "Such a scene... I will be looking forward to it."

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At Fan Ning's suggestion, the wedding process was kept simple.

The full house of guests was arranged in a spring scene shrouded by a barrier, and surrounded by rare and exotic fruits unique to the demon world, which was a sign of full sincerity - but even so, the moment Fan Ning appeared in front of everyone, the atmosphere on the scene changed instantly.

"Fan Ning! How dare you appear in front of us!"

An grumpy old man suddenly slammed the table and stood up, his white beard showing anger. Before Fan Ning on the platform could say anything, he aimed the magic weapon in his hand at her.

"For the future of the immortal world, you shouldn't live selfishly anymore!"

"Sit down!" Fan Ning said in a slightly harsh voice. He raised his finger and gently pressed the old man who had been the first to stand out from a distance.

Her hand movements were simple and light, but the old man seemed to be completely entangled and controlled by something, and his body sat back in the chair stiffly.

With a "crack", the bones that were intended to resist the attack were completely broken.

"I hope you still remember what kind of occasion we are in now," Fan Ning sternly glanced at the restless monks and gave a direct order to Yu Li standing beside him, "The singing ceremony will be brought forward. If anyone tries to take advantage of the situation, regardless of their status, they will be expelled from the Demon Palace."

"Fan Ning..." Ling You, also dressed in red, looked at her, a hint of worry lingering in the corners of his eyes. "If this continues, there will be a direct conflict."

"Don't worry about them," Fan Ning shook his head and turned around, seemingly unfazed by what was about to happen. "I won't allow them to cause any trouble in a situation like this."

After she finished speaking, she turned Ling You's face back to where he was looking. She narrowed her eyes slightly at his stunned gaze and said, "If your attention is still so distracted at this time, it will be very difficult for me to deal with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene became quiet in an instant as if suppressed by something.

The originally noisy arguments disappeared completely, leaving only Yu Li's calm voice counting the gifts sent by the monks.

Some famous figures in the demon world would not miss this opportunity to please the new Demon Lord in a fair and open manner, while other cultivators - except for Yueli Sect and Qingyun Sect who were prepared, all other sects came empty-handed.