Chapter 45: Du Xian Sect 3 Part 3

Xun Ji’s nape hairs stood on end, his mind utterly collapsing. The plot progressed smoothly; he had successfully entered the illusion and replaced Su Yanran as Fan Tian’s wife. But where the hell was the protagonist?!

He strained to extend his right hand and shook the Mirror Heart Bell vigorously.

Amid the heavy wedding curtains and flickering candles, amid the sea of crimson, Xun Ji finally saw a silver gleam flash from Fan Tian’s wrist.

Xun Ji rejoiced—this was indeed Lu Yun Ting!

“Lu Yun Ting! Wake up!” He shouted urgently. “This is Fan Tian’s illusion—wake up quick!”

“Who is Lu Yun Ting?” Fan Tian’s face darkened. “Qingming, on our wedding day, you call another man’s name.”

His large palm caressed the stunning face of the woman beneath him, brushing away the thin sweat on her forehead, his face drawing nearer.

“How should I punish you…” The words trailed off into their joining lips as Fan Tian sucked heavily on hers, the force undeniable. Instantly, the wedding tent filled with ambiguous wet sounds.

“Mmph… Lu… Lu Yun Ting!” Xun Ji bristled all over, seizing the chance to bite back fiercely and finally free his voice. “You little brat, committing treason against master and ancestors!”

Yet Fan Tian unexpectedly didn’t mind her retaliation. A flicker of confusion passed through his deep black eyes.

“So fragrant…” he murmured, instinctively seeking the source.

The woman in wedding robes heaved with her chest, her pupils watery, lips swollen red. That Cold Fragrance emanated from her. Fan Tian uncontrollably buried his head and kissed again.

Her tender lips were squeezed and ground, the mysterious Cold Fragrance growing bolder and wilder, overwhelming, filling the wedding bed.

Struck by the Cold Fragrance, Fan Tian felt as if plunged into an icy spring and momentarily froze.

So familiar.

On a certain quiet night, in a damp cave, he had smelled it too.

Fan Tian clutched his head, intense struggle in his eyes.

“Lu Yun Ting!” Xun Ji seized the chance to free his lips and slapped the man atop him. “If you don’t wake up, this old man will shatter this damn illusion even if it ruptures my spiritual veins!”

Fan Tian opened his eyes and stared dazedly at the wedding-clad woman before him, her lips glistening. They quivered.

“…Mas… Master?”

They were pressed extremely close; a glistening silver thread snapped, dangling back to each owner’s lips.

The air froze.

“Senior Brother Lu, since you’re awake, can you take your hand out first?” Xun Ji said expressionlessly.

Lu Yun Ting blanked for an instant, then subconsciously moved his palm.

Soft, full, as if…

He leaped from the wedding bed as if scalded, scrambling to the floor in horror.

“You… you… who are you?!”

The woman’s eyes widened slowly in disbelief as she gazed at him, then her mouth pursed, lashes trembled, and tears pattered down.

“Senior Brother Lu took full advantage of me just now, but now he flips face and denies it!” She sobbed pitifully, tears like pear blossoms in rain, utterly pitiable. “I shouldn’t have entered this illusion out of worry for Senior Brother to find you!”

【Host is amazing! Such fluent lines! So good at crying!】 The System praised excitedly, its electronic sound effect applauding with claps.

“You are… Su… Junior Sister Su? But that Cold Fragrance just now was clearly…”

Clearly what? Lu Yun Ting halted. Why did the Cold Fragrance feel familiar? Why had he subconsciously called “Master”? The woman before him had no relation to his master.

“What Cold Fragrance? Senior Brother, I’m your little junior sister Su Yanran. We’ve entered Fan Tian’s illusion.” Xun Ji wiped his tears and extended his right hand, shaking the Mirror Heart Bell on his wrist. “See? Good thing we have the Mirror Heart Bell.”

Lu Yun Ting stared blankly at her wrist, then his own, then suddenly sobered. He stood, straightened his disheveled wedding robes.

“Junior Sister Su, I overstepped just now.” His lips pressed into a straight line as he solemnly bowed. “Once we exit the illusion, I will gift you a thousand Spirit Stones as compensation.”

Xun Ji swallowed the “It’s fine” on his tongue and aggrievedly agreed. “Fine then. Senior Brother didn’t mean to, and I’m not the type to nitpick.”

The brat was quite wealthy. All depression vanished; Xun Ji thought cheerfully that, given his perceptiveness, he’d overlook the earlier fright.

Hearing Lu Yun Ting call him “Master” had nearly scared his soul away. If not for confirming the Forget Worry Curse still worked, he’d have thought Lu Yun Ting remembered that night.

“This illusion seems unbreakable by force.” Lu Yun Ting frowned, examining his powerless mortal body. “To leave such a realm, Fan Tian must have been a great power one step from Ascend Immortal. Why are we mortals in the illusion?”

“Fan Tian once tempered himself in the mortal world, met a woman named Qingming, married her, and lived lovingly.” Xun Ji explained. “This is a projection of their mortal life. We must play out their daily married life to break the illusion.”

“So that’s it.” Lu Yun Ting’s eyes held inquiry. “How does Junior Sister Su know this?”

“Since we’re adventuring the secret realm, I naturally did my homework beforehand.” Xun Ji replied without batting an eye.

Fortunately, Lu Yun Ting didn’t press further, only nodding slightly. “In that case, we’ll do as Junior Sister says. I’ll go investigate outside; you rest first.”

Xun Ji didn’t stop him, nestling back into the bright red bridal bed, wrapping himself in the bright red bridal quilt, and waving at Lu Yun Ting’s retreating back.

“Husband, come back soon.”

That back stiffened for an instant before vanishing swiftly from sight.

He slept soundly through the night.

Upon waking again, the clamor and noise filled his ears once more. Had these guests been drinking, making merry with music and dance all night? Other people’s weddings weren’t this enthusiastic, were they? Xun Ji yawned and pried open his heavy eyes, meeting solid pectoral muscles once more.

Xun Ji: “…”

Wait, why did the plot feel familiar?

The man saw her awake and caressed her face with a broad palm, chuckling lowly. “Wife, today is our wedding day. You can’t sleep.”

As he spoke, his handsome face drew nearer. His eyes brimmed with deep affection, tender and lingering, oblivious to the shock in hers.

His scorching lips pressed inescapably upon hers. Xun Ji’s pupils quaked, his mind collapsing.

No way—again?!