Sword-Bearing Attendant.
These four words were like four primordial divine mountains crashing down upon Zhang Mingyuan's soul, crushing his last sliver of hope and dignity to dust.
He was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Su Jinxue's peerlessly beautiful face, which was currently curled into a cold smile.
Was this woman... a devil?!
To make him, the grand Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven and the most dazzling figure in the Xuanling Realm for the past five thousand years, serve as her Sword-Bearing Attendant?
And at the Ascension Ceremony that was to be announced to the entire world?
This was far beyond merely destroying his spirit. This was grinding his bones to ash, scattering those ashes into a latrine, capping it, sealing it, and ensuring he would never rise again for all eternity!
Standing to the side, Nian'an was briefly taken aback before her eyes, which she was desperately trying to keep calm, erupted with a light of gossip more brilliant than immortal thunder!
A Sword-Bearing Attendant!
And it was Sacred Lord Zhang!
At the Ascension Ceremony!
Oh my god! This was a plotline that even the most imaginative storytellers couldn't write!
【Roleplay after forced love! The domineering female immortal and her exclusive captive pet!】
【Former nemesis finally becomes a captive under her skirt. This love is so taboo, so exciting!】
Forcing down the scream that was about to burst through her skull, Nian'an bowed and accepted the order, her voice carrying a trace of uncontrollable trembling. “Yes! Nian'an... obeys the Immortal Lord's decree!”
With that, she floated out, practically stumbling over her own feet. She needed to find a place to calm down and, while she was at it... post a "preview" on the anonymous forum of 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》, titled: #Ascension Ceremony, Mind-Blowing Drama Ahead#!
Inside the hall, only a dead silence remained.
Zhang Mingyuan finally snapped out of his petrified state. He stared at Su Jinxue, his lips trembling for a long while before he squeezed out a sentence: “Su Jinxue, you... you can't do this to me! I am the Sacred Lord of a sect, after all. You are humiliating the entire Qingyun Heaven!”
Su Jinxue slowly walked over to him and leaned down slightly. Her peerless red eyes looked down at him, her breath like orchids, but her words were bone-chillingly cold: “Now you remember you're a Sacred Lord? Why didn't you think of that when you stole my Enlightenment Tea?”
“Why didn't you think of that when your disciple was talking nonsense and defiling my purity?”
“Now, it's too late.”
“Zhang Mingyuan, this is only the beginning.”
...
Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
For the entire Xuanling Realm, these three days were filled with anticipation and fanaticism.
But for Zhang Mingyuan, these three days were worse than death.
His cultivation was completely sealed, and he was locked in a side chamber of the bedchamber, "personally" attended to by Nian'an every day.
Every time this maid came to deliver meals, she would look at him with a compassionate gaze that said, "Sister understands. You've suffered, but this is all part of love." It made Zhang Mingyuan want to die on the spot.
And today was the day he would go to the execution ground.
At the summit of the Myriad Snow Palace, the once-frozen martial arts arena had been transformed into a heaven-reaching sacrificial altar.
The altar was constructed from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, crystal clear. As cold mist rose, countless runes flowed across its surface.
Ninety-nine giant dragons carved from ice crystals circled the altar, their heads held high as they exhaled pure spiritual energy.
Above the heavens, auspicious clouds stretched for thousands of miles, and immortal music drifted down from the nine heavens, ethereal and beautiful.
Tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered from all over the Xuanling Realm, hovering densely in the clouds surrounding the altar. Every face was filled with awe and fanaticism.
The pilgrimage of ten thousand sages was nothing more than this!
In the frontmost VIP seats, the cloud platforms of several major factions were particularly eye-catching.
On Qingyun Heaven's cloud platform, Chu Jinghong stood in white robes with a grave expression. The elders behind him all had pale faces and were extremely restless.
“Jinghong, was the Sacred Lord... really captured by that female devil? It's been three days, and there hasn't been a single word of news,” an elder said with deep worry.
Chu Jinghong gripped the Jinghong Sword in his hand, his eyes firm. “Master will be fine! We just need to wait and watch how things unfold!”
【Inner Thoughts: Master must be using his sacrifice to secure peace for us! Master, you are too great! I just wonder how far your relationship with Master's Wife has progressed?】
Not far away, on the cloud platform of the Taixu Sacred Ground, Lingxuzi wore a scholar's robe, looking like an immortal sage as he leisurely sipped his spiritual tea.
However, his eyes, which darted toward Qingyun Heaven's direction from time to time, betrayed his desire to watch the world burn.
【Inner Thoughts: Old Zhang, oh Old Zhang, where on earth are you? The Ascension Ceremony has already begun. If you don't show up soon, this drama won't taste as sweet.】
Elsewhere, on a cloud platform woven from countless rare flowers, spiritual herbs, and immortal vines, a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted through the air. This was the location of the Spring-Return Valley.
The leader was a woman dressed in a moon-white long gown. Her posture was graceful, her face peerlessly beautiful, and her temperament as cool and clear as moonlight. She was elegant and dignified, like a banished immortal who did not consume the food of the mortal world.
She was the current Medicine Sage and the master of Spring-Return Valley, Bai Lumian.
She watched the grand ceremony below with an elegant poise, but if anyone could hear her inner thoughts, they would be utterly shocked.
【Inner Thoughts: Little Xue, this girl, is putting on quite a show. I wonder which of the 108 moves from the 《108 Ways to Handle Your Nemesis》 manual she has learned? I heard Zhang Mingyuan was captured and locked up by her. Could the deed already be done?】
Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the bell chimed nine times, echoing through heaven and earth!
The Ascension Ceremony had officially begun!
Su Jinxue's figure silently appeared in the center of the altar.
Today, she wore a white gown that rivaled the snow, her black hair dancing gently in the wind. She was surrounded by the faint power of the laws of frost and snow. Her red eyes indifferently swept across the crowd. A supreme pressure originating from a higher level of existence caused the hearts of the tens of thousands of cultivators present to tremble, and they instinctively bowed in worship.
“We pay our respects to the Immortal Lord!”
“May the Immortal Lord enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as heaven!”
The mountain-shaking, tsunami-like voices merged into a torrent that shot straight into the clouds.
Su Jinxue raised her hand, her voice cold yet clearly reaching everyone's ears. “Rise.”
The complex rituals proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Finally, they reached the most critical phase.
A Myriad Snow Palace priest with white hair and a youthful face chanted loudly, “The auspicious hour has arrived—sacrifice the sword to heaven!”
“This sword carries the Immortal Lord's Dao, reporting to the heavenly heart above and suppressing the universe below!”
“We welcome—the Sword-Bearing Attendant to the stage!”
As the words fell, the entire venue instantly fell silent.
Everyone craned their necks, looking toward the entrance of the altar with curiosity.
A Sword-Bearing Attendant, what an honor!
It had to be the most core, most trusted disciple of the Myriad Snow Palace!
They wondered which genius was blessed with such an immortal fortune.
Lingxuzi also straightened his posture, preparing to see what Su Jinxue's prized disciple looked like.
Chu Jinghong clenched his fists even tighter as an ominous premonition crept into his heart.
Bai Lumian picked up her teacup, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. The good show was about to begin.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the priest's voice rang out once more. This time, he used all his strength, his voice passionate as it echoed across the nine heavens and ten earths.
“Please welcome the Sword-Bearing Attendant—the Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven, Zhang... Ming... yuan... to the stage!”
Boom!
Time seemed to freeze at this very moment.
Space seemed to solidify.
The entire world lost its sound.
All cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, whether they were sacred lords or minor pawns, froze on the spot, their faces wearing the exact same expression—blank, dazed, and utterly incredulous.
Pfft! The tea Lingxuzi had just brought to his lips sprayed all over the face of the elder sitting opposite him.
His eyes widened as if he had heard some absurd fairy tale.
On Qingyun Heaven's side, Chu Jinghong and the elders were collectively petrified, as if a body-binding curse had been cast upon them.
In the next second, a wave of noise a hundred times louder than the previous pilgrimage of ten thousand sages erupted!
“What?! What did I just hear? Zhang Mingyuan?!”
“Which Zhang Mingyuan? Is it someone with the same name? Impossible! The priest said the Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven!”
“Are you kidding me?! Aren't Zhang Mingyuan and Immortal Lord Su archrivals who have fought for five thousand years? And she's making him serve as her Sword-Bearing Attendant?!”
“Is this... him being beaten into submission? Or is it humiliation? My brain can't process this...”
“Quick! Your spiritual jade! Get it out! This is guaranteed to be the headline of the year on 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》! No, the headline of the millennium!”
Amidst the chaos and clamor, a figure slowly stepped out from the shadows of the altar.
He wore a specially made silver-white attendant's outfit. The fabric was exquisite, with gold-threaded embroidery, looking incredibly luxurious. However, when worn by a grown man, it looked utterly ridiculous no matter how one looked at it.
He both of his hands held a jade tray, upon which quietly lay a cold-gleaming, immortal-qi-shrouded immortal sword. It was none other than Su Jinxue's personal sword, "Xiyue".
The man was expressionless, his eyes hollow. Step by step, his stride was heavy and stiff, as if he were not walking on a heaven-reaching altar, but rather on the Yellow Springs road to hell.
The entire venue fell dead silent.
Everyone's gaze focused on the man holding the sword with a face devoid of any desire to live.
The once-high-spirited Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven, who had stood on equal footing with Su Jinxue and stirred up storms in the Xuanling Realm for five thousand years, had actually become his archrival's... Sword-Bearing Attendant at this moment.
Bearing the tens of thousands of gazes filled with shock, sympathy, or schadenfreude, Zhang Mingyuan finally reached the center of the altar.
He raised his head, meeting Su Jinxue's high-and-mighty, cold, and indifferent eyes.
Looking at his utterly miserable expression, Su Jinxue's red lips curled slightly. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she spat out a few words.
“Smile for me.”
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