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The woman’s delicate, pale fingers gently pinched a black lotus flower. This lotus was as dark as ink, its petals layered and fully bloomed, each petal shimmering with an unusual luster, both stunning and eerie. The woman rested her chin on her hand, quietly admiring it, a hint of obsession flickering in her eyes.
Beside her, a man with a pale complexion bowed slightly and cleared his throat, his voice warm and elegant. "Your Highness, if Ruo Jing appears in Wangjing City, the people from the Xianyao Sect have already rushed over. Should we intervene?"
The man lowered his head, a trace of shame crossing his face. However, it would be a pity to let Ruo Jing's cultivated Du Sheng Lotus be destroyed by the Xianyao Sect without any action. The Du Sheng Lotus was a sacred flower of the demon realm, extremely rare. They had originally sown the seeds as punishment for Ruo Jing, but who would have thought that this mere human would actually cultivate a Du Sheng Lotus? It seemed that the ancient texts were indeed true.
The woman sighed softly. "There’s no need to rush. Since he can cultivate one Du Sheng Lotus, he can cultivate another. As for that human, he has exhausted himself nurturing the flower; there’s no way he can grow another. If it’s destroyed, so be it. It might even serve to attract some attention from their side."
The man furrowed his brow, hesitating to speak. "Your Highness, with the internal strife in Yun Palace and Linlang Pavilion, should we not take some action?"
"If Linlang Pavilion wants to divert attention for Yun Palace, they could have sent someone much farther away. Yet they chose to place them near Jiangling in Wangjing City. How much impact can this truly have? It’s hard to say."
The woman’s lips curled into a slight smile as she spoke languidly. "Since you find it inappropriate, then send a message to Linlang Pavilion. If they cannot hold off the Xianyao Sect by tomorrow, then Yu Ming's half-dead body is of no use anymore."
"Understood."
In Linlang Pavilion, Yu Ming's expression darkened as he saw the few words briefly appear on the jade talisman. He hurriedly summoned Yu Shen.
"Uncle, did you call for me?"
Yu Ming gritted his teeth, certain that the old man from Yun Palace had said something to that group of demons. It was already bad enough that they had to help clean up the mess created by those people; now, he didn’t even know what the old man had told them, yet somehow, they were forced to take on part of the responsibility.
Yu Ming's face turned ashen with anger, his voice squeezed out between clenched teeth. "You need to go to Wangjing City and summon that bone serpent. No matter what price we have to pay tomorrow, you must hold back those people from the Xiaoyao Sect."
He cast a sidelong glance at Yu Shen, his meaning profound. The situation was urgent; with the human sacrifice looming ahead, those old fellows from the Xiaoyao Sect might not go there. Therefore, the bigger the commotion, the better. You should understand this.
Yu Shen felt a weight in his heart but still responded softly.
The next day, as dawn broke and the rare clear skies emerged, the dark clouds that had loomed over Jiangling for days finally dispersed. The people of Jiangling, who had suffered greatly from the floods, couldn't help but embrace each other and weep.
Jiang Yuan was overjoyed and hurried to see the palace. "Your Majesty, this is wonderful! The river has begun to recede; it won't be long before the people of Jiangling can return to their normal lives."
The palace responded slowly with an "Mm." This was indeed good news; it seemed that the Dragon Lord knew today was a day for celebration and had specifically cleared away the clouds to add to the festivities.
He glanced at Jiang Yuan and continued slowly, "This is the Dragon Lord's benevolence. You, I, and all the people of Jiangling should remember this."
Jiang Yuan was momentarily taken aback; his prepared words suddenly caught in his throat. However, thinking of his little daughter waiting for marriage, he finally found it difficult but managed to speak up. "Your Majesty, since the Dragon Lord is so benevolent, could we cancel this ceremony?"
Before the palace could respond, another elder coldly interjected. "Impudent! The Dragon Lord has calmed the floods out of consideration for our sincerity. Just as the Dragon Lord has settled the disaster, you want to cancel the ceremony? Are you hoping that the people of Jiangling suffer even more? Do you want them to endure another round of misery?"
Jiang Yuan lowered his head, his face flushed with embarrassment as he stammered under their reprimand, unable to lift his gaze. He knew this hope was slim, but he had to try.
Moreover, among all the cities, he was the only one who doubted the existence of the Xunjiang Dragon Lord. What if this Dragon Lord didn’t exist? What if this flood was merely a coincidence? What if today was just a good day marking an end to disaster?
If both the Dragon Lord and disaster were mere illusions and they still insisted on sending those young girls away—wouldn’t that be condemning their lives?
As he looked at the solemn and righteous elders, Jiang Yuan found himself at a loss for words.
Gong spoke lightly, "I know you feel reluctant. This decision is final and cannot be changed. Please refrain from speaking such foolishness again."
With red eyes and clenched fists, Jiang Yuan slowly acknowledged her words with a hum.
Gong observed his expression and felt a twinge of unease. She couldn't help but say, "Elder Li, please escort Jiang Cheng down the mountain."
Jiang Yuan was still unwilling to accept this. With great difficulty, he asked, "Gong, may I see my daughter one last time?"
Gong sighed softly. "Jiang Cheng, since she has been chosen as the Dragon Lord's bride, her ties to you have already been severed. Why must you cling to this?"
"Elder Li, please take Jiang Cheng away."
Defeated, Jiang Yuan lowered his head. After Elder Li urged him several times, he finally began to walk away.
Once they had left, Gong turned to the circle of elders around her, her tone suddenly serious. "This matter is of great importance; we cannot afford any accidents. You must all remain vigilant."
"Additionally, strengthen the patrols. Do not let any unrelated individuals enter. Elder Qian, this task falls to you."
One of the elders bowed respectfully. He was the elder in charge of the Law Enforcement Hall and was responsible for patrolling the mountain on ordinary days.
He understood Gong's words well; aside from those who were clearly unrelated and could not enter Yun Palace, they also needed to strictly investigate those nameless cultivators who secretly rented disciples' jade tokens.
At the mountain gate, two gatekeeping disciples were chatting idly.
"Hey, have you heard? Elder Qian has issued an order: aside from those direct disciples and familiar outer disciples, no one else can enter. As for others, they are only allowed to leave but not enter."
"Sigh, it's just a precaution against any incidents. If you ask me, the elders are being overly cautious. I heard that the Chaoyun Palace where the brides are staying is surrounded by layers of people."
"That's just too exaggerated! Wait a minute—no entry!"
"Why not? I have a jade token! I'm a legitimate disciple of Yun Palace!"
"Having a jade token doesn't guarantee entry!"
Several disciples walking ahead were stopped by the gatekeepers. They exchanged glances before allowing only one person through while sending the others away without exception.
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