I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 135 (Extra 3)

If you were to ask what topic in the cultivation world is the hottest lately, it would naturally be the news of the impending wedding of Lord Yunzhong.

On the streets and alleys, whether among cultivators or ordinary people, everyone is discussing it with great interest. After all, it's the Yunzhong from Qingyu, and—rumor has it, it's not the simple ceremony of becoming Dao partners that cultivators usually have, but more like a grand wedding ceremony akin to that of mortals.

"How could this be possible?" Someone expressed disbelief, saying, "I've never heard of a cultivator having such a grand wedding. Aren't cultivators supposed to be above worldly desires?"

Another person rebutted, "You're misunderstanding. Cultivators are not immortals; what's wrong with getting married?"

"That may be so, but..." someone else interjected, frowning with difficulty, "but Qingyu, being such a prominent sect that values 'detachment,' wouldn't want Lord Yunzhong to make such a flamboyant move..."

"What can Qingyu do about it? Lord Yunzhong is not someone who obeys orders; her partner is that one from Biluo Huangquan—"

"Don't spout nonsense! There's no concrete evidence for that yet!"

—While everyone was discussing this, the other main character of the wedding was gazing at the sky in a somewhat troubled manner.

After a day of bustling around outside, Wan Shao returned to Biluo Huangquan and glanced at her in silence, fingers clicking away on an abacus. After a while, unable to hold back any longer, she looked up at her again, seeing Shang Can staring blankly, and the demon lord couldn't help but throw a crumpled piece of paper at her, mocking, "Isn't the pre-wedding planning tiring enough for you? Look at your soulless expression; you should get some sleep."

Though she turned slightly and avoided the paper ball, Shang Can's reaction was still evidently dull, her expression lifeless.

She blinked blankly, again gazing towards the eternally dim sky of Biluo Huangquan, and sighed lightly.

"I'm not tired," she said, "I just suddenly feel... that nine days is quite long."

The story begins five days ago.

At that time, Shang Can was sitting at her family's table, her friend Wan Shao standing behind her, excitedly rubbing her hands. Opposite her sat Wang Yue, who rarely came out of Qingyu to visit them, with a somewhat dazed Yun Duan firmly blocked behind Wang Yue, not allowed to approach Shang Can by even half a step.

"...If I'm not mistaken, you just said," Wang Yue took a strong stance, frowning as she slowly spoke, "that you want to marry Duan Er?"

To be honest, Shang Can, who had already been in a relationship with Yun Duan, felt a peculiar awkwardness, instinctively straightened her posture, and stammered, "...I do have this intention; it's been a long—"

Before she could finish her sentence with "we haven't had a banquet," Wang Yue slammed her hand on the table with authority, startling both her and Wan Shao. Shang Can watched her master, who loved to read stories but lacked seriousness, take on a stern expression, stretching her hand forward aggressively, saying, "If you want to marry our Duan Er, there needs to be some sincerity, right?"

Having never encountered such a scene, Shang Can was momentarily speechless, but Wan Shao quickly reacted, slamming her hand on the table as well, boldly replying on behalf of her friend, "You tell us what you want!"

Wang Yue feigned a cold laugh: "Then let's have a pound of starlight, two pounds of moonlight, three pounds of gentle breeze, four pounds of clouds, five pounds of flames, six pounds of spirit, seven pounds of black smoke, and eight pounds of qin music."