The Foolish Young Master of the Luo Clan's Grand Wedding—Merely Accompanying the Young Master on a Trip
The Foolish Young Master of the Luo Clan’s Grand Wedding—Merely Accompanying the Young Master on a Trip
Westwin Domain, Crimson South City.
As an extremely renowned ancient city within the Westwin Domain, it spanned nearly a million li of territory, housing a population in the hundreds of millions.
The entire ancient city was towering and majestic, with palaces and pavilions arranged in dense, orderly rows.
Above the firmament, clouds and mist swirled, with Mystic Mountains and immortal islands rising and sinking, silver waterfalls cascading down—prosperity beyond compare.
And now that Sky Deer City had fallen, the armies of the Beyond marched straight in, with various orthodoxies and great sects dispatching troops to slaughter their way across the lands.
The Westwin Domain, due to its relatively remote location, had yet to be touched by the flames of war.
But these past days, it had still been far from peaceful. Everywhere, hearts were gripped by panic, and some clans had begun to evacuate.
Within Crimson South City, there were four great families in total. Among them, the Swallow Clan controlled the city, possessing the most ancient and long-standing power. The current City Lord of Crimson South City was none other than the master of the Swallow Clan.
As for the other three of the four great families, though their heritage could not match the Swallow Clan’s, they were still illustrious great clans within Crimson South City.
They had always followed the Swallow Clan’s lead.
In this war against the Beyond, Crimson South City had not participated—with this city’s strength, its contribution would have been utterly insignificant.
Fortunately, up until now, this place remained fairly tranquil, having escaped the notice of those orthodoxies from the Beyond.
And besides the four great families, Crimson South City contained countless other families, large and small, too numerous to count.
The Luo Clan was one such family—considered a mid-sized clan within Crimson South City, with a heritage spanning several hundred thousand years and a Perfect Prodigy holding the fort within the clan.
These past few days, the Luo Clan had been decorated with lanterns and colored banners, red lanterns hanging everywhere, presenting a scene of boundless festivity and joy.
Families on good terms with the Luo Clan also came one after another to deliver congratulatory gifts. Although the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains now stood at a moment of crisis,
on such a joyous occasion, proper etiquette still had to be observed to express one’s blessings.
After all, this was the Luo Clan’s young master about to be wed. Though it wasn’t a grand affair inviting the entire city, in the surrounding area it counted as no small celebration.
However, when the Luo Clan was mentioned, the first thing many cultivators and living beings thought of was the Luo Clan’s young master, Luo Feng.
He was a rather peculiar figure in the surrounding region.
It was said that the Luo Clan’s young master was born a fool. For over twenty years, he had remained in a state of mental confusion—let alone cultivation, even his daily life required the care of maidservants.
The Luo Clan had repeatedly invited renowned divine physicians from nearby to examine him, but they all found nothing wrong with Luo Feng—his divine soul was unharmed as well.
Yet he simply remained addled in mind, and no amount of spirit medicines or divine pills had the slightest effect.
Over time, in this vicinity, the Luo Clan’s foolish young master became a topic of mockery and gossip over tea and meals for many.
And now, this marriage of the Luo Clan’s young master caused many in the surroundings—especially the younger generation—to sigh with regret and wring their wrists.
The feeling was like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung, a fairy defiled by filth—it was truly heart-wrenching.
Yet this was something the other party had willingly chosen. No matter how they lamented, there was nothing they could do.
Because the person marrying Luo Feng was none other than the Luo Clan’s adopted daughter, Luo Ying.
In all of Crimson South City, Luo Ying’s beauty eclipsed all others—stunningly gorgeous, she was the undisputed goddess in the hearts of countless members of the younger generation.
Even her cultivation talent was extremely powerful; among the younger generation, she had few rivals.
And Luo Ying’s background was quite tragic, arousing pity in many hearts.
It was said that back then, the Luo Clan had encountered her in the wilderness. Seeing her alone and helpless, without any family, they took her in.
In the blink of an eye, over twenty years had passed, and Luo Ying had grown into a graceful, elegant young woman—lovely as a lotus, beautiful beyond compare.
It just so happened that the Luo Clan was fretting over the marriage of their young master Luo Feng. After all, Luo Feng was nearly twenty years old, yet none of the well-matched families in the vicinity were willing to marry their daughters to him.
After all, Luo Feng was a recognized fool.
Marrying a fool—though he was the Luo Clan’s young master—such an act was no different from pushing one’s daughter into a pit of fire.
As for the families that were willing, the Luo Clan looked down on them, feeling their families were too weak, their doors and households ill-matched.
Finally, when the entire Luo Clan was sunk in worry, it was Luo Ying—who had grown up alongside Luo Feng—who stepped forward, deciding to marry herself to Luo Feng to repay the Luo Clan for over twenty years of raising her.
This matter caused quite a sensation, leaving the many young men who secretly admired Luo Ying burning with envy and jealousy.
The goddess of their hearts marrying a fool—wasn’t this a joke?
Yet such a thing had truly and genuinely happened, and it was happening in these very days.
The entire Luo Clan was decorated with lanterns and streamers for this wedding banquet, brimming with festivity, hosting guests from all sides.
It also caused no small stir in Crimson South City, with many families paying close attention to the matter.
“Xiaojie, you really didn’t need to do this. The Master and Madam treat you very well, regarding you as their own daughter, but by doing this, you’re ruining the rest of your life.”
“Young Master Luo Feng is a decent person, but in the end, he’s still a fool.”
“With your talent and status, how can you marry a fool?”
At this moment, within the Luo Clan, in a quiet and elegant courtyard.
A woman in a pale purple dress was sitting before a mirror, applying her makeup.
Her face was lightly powdered, her features stunningly beautiful, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, her fragrant shoulders delicately sloped—a rare beauty indeed.
The maidservant behind her, gently combing her hair, was muttering with some dissatisfaction.
“There’s no need to say more about this matter. This is my decision.”
“Marrying Luo Feng can also be considered giving Uncle and Auntie an explanation. Besides, I still bear many things upon my shoulders. Marrying Luo Feng is actually a rather good choice.”
The woman in the purple dress was none other than Luo Ying. Hearing these words, her gaze grew momentarily dazed, then quickly recovered, carrying a trace of complexity as she spoke.
To the outside world, her marrying Luo Feng was to repay the Luo Clan for raising her all these years.
But she actually had other plans. If her future husband were a normal person, he might very well discover these secrets.
In that case, her revenge plan would fall short of success at the final step, and it would more easily draw the attention of her enemies.
Luo Feng was precisely the suitable candidate.
Over twenty years ago, the reason she had been adopted by the Luo Clan was, in fact, all part of her plan and arrangement.
All these years, she had done her utmost to keep herself from attracting attention, maintaining a very low profile, precisely out of fear that the enemies from over twenty years ago would come looking for her again.
Fortunately, the Westwin Domain was vast, with countless ancient cities, and small families like the Luo Clan were beyond number.
Up to now, no one had discovered her whereabouts.
For the time being, she was still fairly safe.
Hearing these words, the little maidservant’s expression also turned solemn, and she said with some gravity, “I understand, Xiaojie.”
Clearly, the maidservant before her was Luo Ying’s confidante—otherwise, she would not have said so much to her.
“Tomorrow is the day of the grand wedding, but for some reason, I now feel somewhat restless...”
“Is it because the Beyond breached Sky Deer City? Or is it because I still have no clues whatsoever about those enemies who annihilated my clan back then?”
Luo Ying gently shook her head and sighed, seemingly somewhat distressed. When she mentioned her enemies, a flash of hatred flickered and vanished.
But her expression quickly returned to calm.
“Xiaojie, rest assured. With this old servant here, this grand wedding should proceed without any mishaps.”
At this moment, an old man’s voice sounded from the void behind Luo Ying.
Hearing this, Luo Ying nodded.
Over twenty years ago, the family behind her had suffered an attack by unknown enemies in a single night. Nearly all her clansmen died tragically, and a great fire set that night burns to this day, still not extinguished.
Only a small number of people escaped.
She still kept this vengeance firmly in mind, reminding herself every single day to avenge her clansmen.
All these years, she had been secretly accumulating strength, reorganizing the clansmen who had escaped with their lives, while laying down contingency plans and investigating the matter.
But up until now, she had found no clues at all.
“Perhaps this grand wedding can become an opportunity instead.” Luo Ying’s expression gradually sank as she pondered schemes in her heart.
As for Luo Feng, in her eyes he was merely an insignificant minor figure who could serve to conceal her identity.
Of course, because of her relationship with her adoptive parents of the Luo Clan, she still held some affection for Luo Feng.
But this affection was merely that between siblings.
Luo Ying still remembered that she once had a younger brother still in swaddling clothes—now she knew neither whether he lived or died, nor where he might be.
And just as the Luo Clan was decorated with lanterns and streamers, brimming with festivity.
Within Crimson South City, in another extremely magnificent mansion, the entire Swallow Clan, from top to bottom, was enveloped in an incomparably oppressive atmosphere.
The Swallow Clan’s most senior Ancestor in terms of generation, whose cultivation was the most profound—already at the Quasi-Emperor level—had now also appeared here.
Only, his attitude and expression were incomparably respectful, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
The rest of the Swallow Clan’s upper echelons—the Family Head, the Elders, the Young Master, and others—also stood respectfully in this place, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Before them stood a tall woman dressed in a black dress. Her skin was white as snow, delicate enough to break at a touch, her dark hair like black silk, her features exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful, with a dot of red gauze between her brows.
Yet she was cold as an iceberg; even the air carried a bone-piercing chill, making those before her unable to suppress their trembling and shivering.
Clearly, this was a True Daoist of extremely profound and terrifying cultivation. Merely standing there, she seemed as though she could shatter the very vault of heaven.
And this was with her own aura concealed.
“I dare not conceal anything from you, Fairy. These are all the people within Crimson South City over the past twenty-plus years who most closely match the one you seek.”
The master of the Swallow Clan was a rather refined and scholarly man, but at this moment he was wiping away cold sweat as he offered up the numerous Jade Tablets in his hands.
The black-dressed woman before him came from the Great Bone Domain—a True Daoist of the Bone Clan, her cultivation unfathomable.
They naturally dared not provoke her, let alone the Bone Clan identity behind her. In the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, though the Bone Clan’s members were few, they solely occupied an entire great domain.
It could be said this was inseparable from the old ancestor behind them, whose cultivation was extremely terrifying and who had lived for countless years.
The black-dressed woman was none other than Ni Shang.
Her dark brows furrowed, her expression quite cold, as her divine sense swept one by one over the many pieces of information within these Jade Tablets.
Although she possessed a secret art that could use the Family of Protectors’ clansmen she had killed back then to seek out their bloodline,
it was still difficult to truly lock onto them. She needed to narrow the scope before she could confirm her target.
Among these hundreds of millions of people, there were quite a few who matched the person she was looking for.
If she searched for them one by one, not only would it be troublesome, it might also startle the snake in the grass, triggering a series of unnecessary complications and problems.
“It seems I can only choose another method...”
Ni Shang quickly set down the Jade Tablets, swept her gaze over the Swallow Clan members before her, and asked, “Among these people, are there any who are relatively famous?”
“Relatively famous?”
The Swallow Clan members looked at each other. The people in these Jade Tablets were not cultivators born within Crimson South City, but had come from elsewhere. In terms of age, they were either quite old, or had no kin, alone and without support, and so on.
This scope was actually very broad. When they heard that the black-dressed woman was looking for such people, they had been greatly shocked.
After all, there were simply too many cultivators within Crimson South City.
“If we’re speaking of the most famous, it should still be Luo Ying. The rest have nothing worth noting.”
At this moment, a rather heroic-looking young man spoke up. He was the Young Master of the Swallow Clan, and had once cultivated together with Luo Ying at a certain academy, so he knew of her powerful talent.
He had not expected Luo Ying to be among these candidates either—he had practically blurted out her name without thinking.
Of course, this was speaking from the perspective of the younger generation. After all, Luo Ying’s looks and talent were both of the finest quality, and she had no shortage of suitors.
As for the older generation, they were rather puzzled by this name, having hardly heard of her before.
“Luo Ying, is it?” Ni Shang nodded, taking note of the name.
But just then, she seemed to sense something and suddenly raised her head to look toward the firmament above.
The Swallow Clan’s most profoundly cultivated Ancestor merely felt as if some inexplicable pressure had descended, but it vanished in an instant, disappearing in a flash, as if it had been his illusion.
Yet in that instant, he seemed to break out in a full-body cold sweat, his face turning pale.
The Swallow Clan members could not feel anything, but from the Ancestor’s appearance, they understood that some extraordinary existence had just suddenly descended upon Crimson South City.
“This is...”
The Swallow Clan Ancestor’s heart still trembled with lingering fear, unable to stop shaking.
Although that feeling had lasted only an instant, it had nearly frozen and cracked his divine soul.
And at that moment, the Swallow Clan members suddenly discovered that, at some unknown point, three more people had appeared within the mansion.
At their head was a man in white robes, handsome and divinely elegant, looking very young, with an otherworldly air of transcendence that did not belong to the mortal dust—most noble and mysterious.
Behind him followed two figures, one old and one burly.
The rather tall and sturdy figure wore a suit of Dark Iron Battle Armor, as if he had slaughtered his way out of an endless sea of blood, chilling all who beheld him.
As for that grey-robed old man, he looked very thin and withered, utterly ordinary, his entire person shrouded beneath grey robes, his true features indiscernible.
But when he appeared, the perpetually cold expression on Ni Shang’s face underwent a great change.
Even the space-time of this stretch of heaven and earth seemed to freeze.
Such a scene shook everyone of the Swallow Clan, yet no one dared open their mouth to speak, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The faint of heart had already gone weak in the legs, collapsing limply to the ground.
“Old Ancestor, you...”
Ni Shang opened her mouth, wanting to ask. She had not expected the Bone Ancestor to personally appear here, which shook her greatly and struck her as inconceivable.
The grey-robed old man waved his hand, glanced at her, and said with a placid expression, “Merely accompanying the Young Master on a trip.”
Hearing these words, the already shaken members of the Swallow Clan could not help but tremble even harder, their Primordial Spirits nearly frightened to the point of splitting apart.
A figure whom even a True Daoist addressed as Old Ancestor—who exactly he was went without saying.
Yet even he had to personally accompany the young man before them?