Wang Fugui was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.
In the morning, he told himself, "It's just a woman, why am I like this? Really, just sleep."
He spent the whole day drinking and sleeping. Minister Wang thought he was sulking and left him alone.
But in the following days, he found that Wang Fugui was actively organizing the preparations for the wedding. His enthusiasm was so high that one would think he was preparing for his own wedding.
Oh, no, it was his own wedding. One would think he was preparing for the best wedding ceremony to marry his most beloved girl.
Actually, that's exactly what Wang Fugui was thinking.
For the past few days, Wang Fugui hadn't gone out gallivanting. He had been busy with the preparations. Minister Wang was relieved, thinking the boy had come to his senses, and was very pleased.
Soon, the fifth day of the month arrived.
On that day, the lanterns were warm, the candlelight flickered, the gongs and drums roared, and the firecrackers crackled, creating a lively and festive scene.
On that day, in the early morning.
The young Daoist nun woke up early, fetched clean water, and busied herself for a long time, cleaning herself up, like a bride ready to be married.
She packed her belongings and walked joyfully on the mountaintop, looking at every blade of grass and every tree. A sense of reluctance filled her heart.
This was the place where she had lived for many years, and today she was leaving. She wanted to take a good look around.
She waded through the stream, walked through the forest, cleaned the Daoist temple, tidied up the small bamboo house, and finally walked towards the bamboo grove behind the temple.
This bamboo grove had been here before she and her master arrived. They had chosen this place to settle down precisely because of this bamboo grove.
She and her master had played here, frolicked here, and watched the sunrise and sunset here.
One last look at this place.
The young Daoist nun walked leisurely through the bamboo grove, sometimes touching the bamboo stalks, sometimes breaking off a bamboo branch.
Whoosh...
A gust of wind blew, and the smile on the young Daoist nun's face vanished instantly. A sword appeared in her hand.
There was a fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Light footsteps sounded from all around.
Suddenly, over twenty men in black, holding sabers, charged forward.
The enemies formed a pincer formation, their killing intent palpable.
The young Daoist nun extended her spiritual sense to examine the cultivation of the enemies and frowned slightly.
Immediately after, the long sword in her hand swept out a sword qi. The sword qi suddenly expanded, forming a crescent-shaped sword light, which swept towards the dozen enemies on the right.
The sword light sliced through the bamboo grove, snapping dozens of bamboo stalks.
The sword light swept through the enemies, and the bodies of over a dozen enemies were ripped apart, resulting in their instant, tragic death.
Only one enemy was not dead, but had a gaping bloody wound in his abdomen, from which blood flowed out, looking gruesome and terrifying.
"The intelligence was wrong, this is a Core Formation expert! Quick, call the leader!"
The Foundation Establishment enemy who was still alive shrieked in alarm.
This young Daoist nun had killed over a dozen of her companions with a single sword strike. Her strength was immense, far beyond what they could contend with.
The young Daoist nun leaped into the air, her sword piercing the forehead of the Foundation Establishment enemy. Before the enemy could even cry out, he died on the spot without a chance to escape.
She didn't know who wanted to kill her, nor why they chose this day to do so.
However, since you want to kill me, I naturally cannot just stand here and let you kill me.
So, let's kill.
After finishing off the enemies on the right, the young Daoist nun turned and charged towards the left. At this moment, those enemies were already fleeing in panic.
The young Daoist nun was extremely fast, immediately catching up to an enemy and cutting him down with her sword.
She pursued and killed all the way. In her line of sight, only two or three enemies remained.
Boom!!!
A thunderous roar echoed, and a figure descended from the sky. The bamboo forest seemed to be cleaved by a giant blade, breaking off uniformly and scattering outwards.
Several bamboo stalks shot towards the young Daoist nun.
The young Daoist nun leaped into the air, lightly touching a bamboo stalk with her toes, and shot forward, unleashing a sword light towards the powerful enemy.
She was fast, but the enemy's sword was faster.
After shattering her sword light, the Core Formation enemy swiftly attacked. The flashes of saber and sword light were rapid, each strike faster than the last, forcing the young Daoist nun to retreat repeatedly.
Seeing that she was no match for the enemy, the young Daoist nun could only retreat, creating distance.
A circular rune suddenly appeared behind the man in black. The rune abruptly shot out a beam of light, directly hitting the young Daoist nun.
"Ah!!!"
The young Daoist nun cried out in pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.
The man in black slowly walked over.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"
"You don't even know what you did wrong?"
The man in black scoffed.
"Blame your Young Master Wang."
"What did you do to him?"
The young Daoist nun was greatly alarmed, and an ominous premonition surfaced in her heart.
The man in black did not answer her question and attacked her directly.
The young Daoist nun clenched her teeth tightly, and a Yin-Yang rune suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, then instantly collapsed, transforming into power that entered her body.
After a quarter of an hour...
The young Daoist nun, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, stumbled out of the bamboo grove.
Behind her lay the corpses of all the enemies.
"I absolutely cannot have anything happen."
The young Daoist nun had very little spiritual energy left in her body. The severe injuries and weakness from using the secret technique made even flying difficult, but she gritted her teeth, barely maintaining her body, and flew towards the capital.
The capital was not far. Soon, she flew over the city walls and entered the city.
However, she didn't know where his home was. This was her first time in the capital.
Fortunately, Wang Fugui's family was a prominent one, being the family of the Minister of Personnel. It wouldn't be difficult to find them with a little inquiry.
As the young Daoist nun descended, before she could even start asking, she heard the sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums from afar.
Is someone getting married today?
The young Daoist nun's suspicion grew. Her intuition told her she should go and see.
With a few leaps across the rooftops, she approached the wedding procession.
From two or three blocks away, she could see clearly.
She saw the long procession, the bright red sedan chair, the tall, proud horse, and the joyous groom.
At that moment, the young Daoist nun was struck by lightning, and all her senses failed her.
Blood was still flowing from her body unknowingly, and tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood, burning her cheeks.
"Why did you lie to me? You said you would come to pick me up today. Why are you marrying someone else?"
The young Daoist nun was unwilling. She followed the wedding procession all the way.
What if it was to pick me up?
What if?
But the name of the Qi family inscribed on the sedan chair shattered all her illusions.
She recalled the words of the assassins in black, "Blame your Young Master Wang."
"You sent people to kill me, didn't you? I was in the way of your union, right? But you only needed to tell me to leave, and I would have gone. Why did you want to kill me? Am I that cheap? Am I that much of an eyesore..."
If two hearts are in sync, why trouble me with misplaced affection.
Ultimately, it was I who loved one-sidedly, with a beginning but no end.
She, a disheveled mess covered in blood and dirt, and he, dressed in red and beaming with joy, were like people from two different worlds.
The young Daoist nun returned to the mountain and sat alone on the steps outside the Daoist temple.
The wounds on her body hurt terribly.
"The fifth day of the month isn't over yet. You'll come. You'll come. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you..."
She knew, she fantasized, she was unwilling, she wanted to grasp the last straw of hope.
She was infatuated, she was delusional.
A sob, low and despairing.