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Yama's Wedding
“Mo Yi, have you forgotten? I've always been this bold,” Jun Ruo said with a smile as she looked at Mo Yi.
As Mo Yi gazed at the smiling Jun Ruo, he felt for the first time that perhaps the Jun Ruo he had always seen was merely the version she wanted him to see. This unfamiliar side of Jun Ruo made Mo Yi feel a sense of strangeness and fear within him.
Jun Ruo stood there straight, her hair cascading down on both sides. Although she appeared somewhat disheveled, Mo Yi could not perceive any sense of disorder in her; instead, she exuded a kind of proud beauty.
In that moment, Mo Yi found himself at a loss for words. Faced with this version of Jun Ruo, he did not know how to respond.
“Demon!” An aged voice pierced through the air. Jun Ruo lifted her head and looked into the distance, where a figure descended from the sky. She gazed at the approaching person with confusion, while Mo Yi felt an uncontrollable joy. During this time with Jun Ruo, he had been on the brink of collapse, even questioning whether what he was doing was truly necessary or right.
Seeing Mo Yi's expression brighten instantly brought joy to Jun Ruo. Who was this person that could make Mo Yi feel as if a savior had arrived?
A white-haired elder slowly descended from the air. Jun Ruo looked at him and felt an inexplicable lack of joy despite his elderly appearance. Although he resembled a Taoist priest, he did not emanate a kind and peaceful aura; rather, he gave off an imposing presence.
However, upon seeing him, Mo Yi became excited and stepped forward to bow. “National Master, you have arrived.” Jun Ruo noticed that when Mo Yi faced this National Master, he was not only respectful but also used honorifics, indicating his deep respect for the elder.
“You are the National Master? The one who will disrupt our peace?” Jun Ruo asked coldly upon seeing the National Master. She felt no respect for him; it was this man whose words had led to the loss of lives among her brothers in their village, yet he remained unrepentant and received everyone's respect while living well.
“Xiao Junru, do you know your crimes?” The National Master's voice reached Jun Ruo's ears.
“Crimes? What crimes do I have?” Jun Ruo lowered her eyes and replied lightly.
Her calm response sent a shock through Mo Yi. Hearing her words caused an inexplicable pain in his heart. Jun Ruo, oh Jun Ruo, it is not that I am heartless; rather, from the moment we met, it was a mistake. Mo Yi recalled their first encounter when he had gone undercover and encountered assassins. Ironically, Jun Ruo mistook him for a defenseless scholar and inadvertently saved him. The feelings stirred in that moment were genuine; Mo Yi admitted that he had once truly cared for Jun Ruo. However, their love was destined to have no outcome. If only Jun Ruo were not a princess of the former dynasty and he were not the current prince—if they were just two ordinary people meeting for the first time—perhaps they could have happily become an admired couple in the martial world. But there are no “ifs” in this world; he could only protect his kingdom while failing to reciprocate Jun Ruo's feelings.
“Demon! Even now you do not repent as calamity approaches! Today I shall make you aware of your sins.” The National Master's anger flared at Jun Ruo's response. He had always held a high position in this dynasty; even the emperor treated him with respect. He could command anyone to obey him without question—except in this matter where Third Prince had genuinely fallen for this demoness and refused to kill her. After much effort persuading Third Prince to eliminate her, he thought he had secured victory by deceiving Third Prince into killing her again when her spirit was weak. He believed that would ensure his success in obtaining a pure yin-yang soul. Yet unexpectedly, this woman’s soul transformed into Chimeras and Specters along with those useless mortals, continuing to live as they did before death in the mountains and forests. He could not accept this; to obtain such a soul, he had committed countless sins of slaughter. As long as he acquired her soul, he would ascend to immortality. No one knew how much effort he had put forth to enhance his powers. Yet here he was—always just one step away from success while his master and fellow disciples had already become semi-immortal beings; only he remained outside that great door, perpetually denied entry. Thus all his resentment turned into motivation; he activated forbidden techniques from before with help from old allies. He finally calculated that there existed a woman with both yang soul and yin spirit—if only she were filled with hatred! Hatred is powerful; if she died, her soul would become true yin-yang essence. At that moment, absorbing her soul would allow him to become an immortal being! Yet this woman always exceeded his expectations; this time, no matter what happened, he could not let her escape.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, the National Master's hatred toward Jun Ruo intensified further as bloodlust gleamed in his eyes.
Mo Yi could feel the anger radiating from the National Master even from beside him. Although he did not understand why there was such fury directed at Jun Ruo, concern filled his gaze as he looked toward her. Despite knowing that it was himself who had killed her with his own hands, he could not suppress his worry for her in this moment.
At that moment, Jun Ruo seemed oblivious to the hatred the National Master held against her. She merely cast a disdainful glance in his direction, as if life and death had nothing to do with her. Not even a single look was spared for Mo Yi; at this point, she had given up all hope for him.
Mo Jian felt a pang of sadness as Jun Ruo refused to even glance at him. "Jun Ruo, do you truly have me in your heart? If you do, why won’t you look at me? Why do you treat me like a stranger now?"
"Kill!" Mo Yi's voice trembled as he uttered the word. What lay within that simple command—love or hate—was lost on Jun Ruo. Mo Yi himself was unsure of what he truly meant by it.
He stared intently at Jun Ruo's face, searching for any sign of emotion, but her expression remained blank—no sorrow, no despair, no anger, not even a hint of feeling. Had he truly lost Jun Ruo?
Was it because she no longer held feelings for him that she no longer cared?
Suddenly, Mo Yi's heart ached painfully. This outcome was not what he had anticipated; Jun Ruo should have been angry, not wearing this indifferent facade.
His heart hurt so much that he could not bear to face her any longer. Slowly, he turned his back, unwilling to confront Jun Ruo.
"National Master, go ahead," Mo Yi's words faded into the air, and in the next moment, the National Master made his move.
The National Master raised the dust in his hand and formed a spell with his fingers.
Meanwhile, Jun Ruo had already drawn her sword. In her hands, the blade danced like a wild serpent, blocking the National Master's attack. A faint smile lingered on her face; perhaps only she knew what thoughts were swirling in her mind at that moment.
"Mo Yi!"
Mo Yi was startled when he heard Jun Ruo call his name. Turning around, he saw her trapped within the National Master's formation. Lightning crackled around her, yet Jun Ruo stood firm inside it, smiling at him.
"Are you satisfied with this appearance of mine?"
Though she was clearly ensnared, her words came out steady and calm, as if she were discussing mundane matters with Mo Yi. It was as if the surrounding thunder and lightning did not affect her at all.
Within the formation, bolts of lightning struck towards Jun Ruo's body. Suddenly, her form arched back slightly; upon closer inspection, she was trembling ever so slightly.
"I wonder how you can escape from my Thunder Formation today." The National Master looked at Jun Ruo, trapped within the formation. This time, he had finally caught her.
Jun Ruo suppressed the pain coursing through her body and smiled at Mo Yi.
Seeing Jun Ruo's expression, Mo Yi's unease gradually intensified.
Even within this formation, she, Xiao Junru, would not allow herself to be easily defeated.
The white soul gradually turned transparent as Jun Ruo gathered her spirit into her Spirit Cover. All her strength automatically coiled upward, flowing along the Spirit Cover and clashing repeatedly with the runes inside the formation.
"Stop! Stop!" The National Master shouted. He was taken aback by Jun Ruo's fierce determination; this woman was so resolute that she was using her own soul to resist his formation. He knew that if she wasn't careful, her soul could truly dissipate within his formation. The National Master hurriedly tried to retract the Thunder Formation. However, as it was currently engaged in a struggle with Jun Ruo's soul, the combined forces exceeded his control. Not only was he unable to retract the Thunder Formation, but he also suffered internal injuries from the backlash of its power.
"National Master, are you alright?" Mo Yi quickly helped him up. Blood had already appeared at the corner of his mouth; it seemed he had been severely injured by the formation moments ago.
At this moment, the National Master had no time to worry about his own injuries. He anxiously watched Jun Ruo still trapped inside, fearing that if she made one wrong move, her soul would be lost forever. If that happened, everything he had done would be meaningless.
Thunder roared within the Thunder Formation, catching the attention of Yao Guang and Xue as they were leaving. The two saw flashes of lightning from a distance.
Hastily rushing over, Yao Guang immediately spotted Jun Ruo trapped inside the formation. (To be continued.)
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