We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 571: Could This Tushan Jingci Be Here to Steal the Groom?

“Tushan clan—Tushan Jingci has come to present a wedding gift!”

The male disciple of Seeking Immortality Temple called out in a loud, clear voice that spread throughout the entire temple.

The instant everyone heard the name “Tushan Jingci,” their hearts jolted violently.

Over the past several decades, who did not know that the one in Tushan Jingci’s heart was once a book attendant of hers, and that book attendant’s name was Xiao Mo?

Who did not know that Xiao Mo was the reincarnation of the person Tushan Jingci loved?

Only, in this life, Xiao Mo had first entered the Buddhist school.

They had once heard that Tushan Jingci had disguised herself as an ordinary village girl and tried to approach Xiao Mo, wanting to bring him back to Tushan.

But no one knew what had happened. In the end, Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng had developed feelings for each other. Not only had he not followed Tushan Jingci back, he had instead left Buddhism and turned to Daoism, coming to Seeking Immortality Temple...

And now, Tushan Jingci had personally come to Seeking Immortality Temple...

“Could this Tushan Jingci be here to steal the groom?”

For a time, quite a few people thought exactly that.

In addition, many Human Alliance cultivators unconsciously rubbed their fingers, their eyes narrowing slightly as an undisguised trace of killing intent quietly surfaced in the depths of their gazes.

After all, the Human Alliance and the Demon Alliance were now locked in a life-and-death struggle, and the Human Alliance’s situation was becoming more and more passive, constrained at every turn.

If they could take this opportunity to kill Tushan Jingci here...

For the Human Alliance, that would absolutely be no bad thing.

However, the moment they turned their heads and saw the calm, still faces of Gui Ning and Tushan Xinhua, that restless killing intent in their hearts was forced back down. None of them dared to act rashly.

As the male disciple’s voice slowly faded, a woman stepped into Seeking Immortality Temple.

She wore a bridal gown as vivid as fire. Twin lotuses and paired lovebirds were densely embroidered across it in gold thread, the patterns winding from her shoulders in an unbroken flow all the way to the hem trailing across the ground.

The long train of the bridal gown dragged over the bluestone floor, yet it did not pick up even the slightest speck of dust.

At her waist, a brocade sash bound her slender, willow-like waist tightly, drawing out the full, rounded curves of her figure. With each faint breath, they rose and fell almost imperceptibly, like flower buds hidden beneath silk and satin, waiting to bloom.

The woman’s long black hair had not been fully pinned up. It fell like a waterfall to her waist, extremely long and thick, gleaming with the deep, warm sheen of black sandalwood.

A phoenix crown of red gold filigree sat properly in her hair. At the very center of the crown was a phoenix so lifelike it seemed ready to take flight, its beak holding a strand of fine golden tassels that hung before her smooth forehead and swayed gently with her steps.

Between the woman’s brows was a plum-blossom-shaped ornament of gold foil, making that small patch of skin look white and creamy, tender as snow.

The corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, like the first rise of a crescent moon. Her pupils were dark and deep, and as her gaze shifted, it seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, as if she wished to speak yet stopped herself.

Her perfect features had not the slightest flaw. Against the fiery bridal gown and exquisite red wedding makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful no one could look away.

“That... is that Senior Sister Gui...?”

Someone could not help crying out softly.

“No, no—Senior Sister Gui is right over there...” another disciple hurriedly said, pointing toward the woman in the bridal gown beside the seats of honor, whose veil had yet to be lifted, his voice full of astonishment.

Inside Seeking Immortality Temple, the young disciples who had never been to the battlefield almost wondered whether something was wrong with their eyes the moment they saw the woman in the bridal gown.

This woman could no longer be described as merely resembling Senior Sister Gui.

She was simply identical to Senior Sister Gui, as if the two of them had been carved from the same mold.

At the seats of honor, Tushan Xinhua looked at her other daughter and could not help pressing her thin lips together tightly. In her heart, she let out a heavy sigh.

The thing she had feared most had happened after all...

In truth, Tushan Xinhua had long since guessed that this scene might come.

After all, how could news of Xiao Mo’s wedding possibly fail to reach Jingci’s ears?

And how could she possibly not come?

Tushan Jingci, however, seemed not to see her mother or grandfather at all. Her hands were folded in front of her as she walked forward step by step, calm and composed, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

Yueshi, Tushan Kankan, Tushan Doudou, and Tushan Yiyi followed closely behind Tushan Jingci. Each of them carried an exquisite red-lacquered wooden tray covered with red cloth.

Several decades had passed quietly. The three little girls who had once peeked around curiously had now grown into graceful young women and become Tushan Jingci’s trusted aides.

They had all heard of the tangled past between their holy daughter and that “Xiao Mo.”

Who knew how many times they had cursed Xiao Mo in private for having eyes but failing to see? With someone as good as their holy daughter before him, he had refused to follow her and had instead broken her heart.

They hated him to the point that they wished they could tear him to pieces before their anger would be satisfied.

But when they truly arrived at this wedding banquet, they still could not help feeling uneasy.

Even though their holy daughter had never said it outright, they could more or less guess that she had most likely come this time to steal the groom.

Along the way, they had already rehearsed the scene countless times in their minds, thinking about how they should help their holy daughter take that man back when the time came.

But now that it was truly about to happen, their hands still trembled despite themselves.

At this moment, the great hall of Seeking Immortality Temple was silent. It could even be called deathly still.

Quite a few people instinctively slowed their breathing, staring nervously at that red figure.

Finally, Tushan Jingci stopped roughly ten paces away from the newlyweds.

Inside the Daoist [N O V E L I G H T] temple’s great hall, two incomparably beautiful women stood there.

Both of them wore bridal gowns.

Tushan Jingci’s gaze paused for a moment on the bridegroom wearing the large red flower on his chest, then fell on the bride beside him, whose red bridal veil had not yet been lifted.

Finally, her eyes slowly moved to the strip of red silk held tightly in their hands, and for a long time, she did not look away.

“Today is Young Master’s great day. Jingci has arrived somewhat late. I ask Young Master Xiao to forgive me.”

Only after a long while did the woman’s thin, delicate red lips part slightly. Her voice was clear and bright, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, yet carried an icy coldness as it echoed slowly through the spacious Daoist temple.

“Young Lady Tushan is too courteous.” Xiao Mo cupped his hands in a bow. “You have come from far away and must be somewhat tired. Please take a seat and rest.”

“How could Jingci have the nerve to sit before presenting the wedding gifts?”

Tushan Jingci gently shook her head and slowly raised her arm.

Her wide red sleeve slid quietly down her smooth arm, pale as lotus root, revealing a section of jade-white wrist.

Her slender hand moved lightly, and Yueshi immediately carried the wedding gift forward with steady steps.

“These gifts are a small token of Jingci’s regard. I hope Young Master will not disdain them!”