These two young individuals are local literary figures from Sui Mo, having nothing to do with the Cultivation World. Among all professions on the Jinxiu Continent, they belong to the type that most hate cultivation; they cannot cultivate themselves and often describe miraculous abilities as re superstition, which is actually a silent form of resistance due to scholars being beneath cultivators in societal status.
Such resistance is not taken seriously by anyone, rely a group of bookish, foolish scholars who won’t cause any significant impact, more of a negligible presence in this world.
Jinxiu Continent is comparatively open-minded, especially in Shangyu, where young individuals pursuing their happiness is not seen as rebellious. The society is quite tolerant, providing many opportunities for young people to privately settle their lives.
These cousins t the Zhang sisters during an accidental outing, and everything unfolded naturally; in a different ti, a different city, it would be a real-life material for a story of talented scholars and beautiful maidens.
Then suddenly, unexpectedly, a cultivator erged and snatched it all away.
Before a cultivator, their family background was rendered utterly insignificant. Both family elders and friends advised them to withdraw tily, stating that there are many opportunities elsewhere, otherwise it would lead to troubles beyond their family’s endurance.
But for the young, how could they possibly swallow such indignation?
So they devised every possible thod to resist the wedding, trying everything but it proved utterly useless; they even considered eloping, yet the Zhang family kept a strict watch over them. Though there were no Foundation Establishnt cultivators, there were still so lesser cultivators able to sense Pulses, so how could they allow two healthy individuals to escape?
In all the twisting and turning, nothing ca of it, dragging the situation to the present.
Then they ca up with another foolish idea, hoping to disrupt the atmosphere during the wedding feast through so manner, wishing the cultivator would retaliate in indignation and depart.
Had the two had any understanding of cultivation, they wouldn’t have concocted such outlandish sches, but these bookworms held cultivation in contempt, knowing little about it. They rely heard so rumors: that cultivators value their reputation, don’t harm mortals, and seldom hold genuine affection for mortal won.
Thus, finding soone to disrupt the wedding feast beca their final act of defiance, they dared not discuss with anyone, knowing once word spread, it would certainly be stopped.
How to humiliate the cultivator? Their plans were all theoretical, borrowing from legends of past battles between people and demons, like using a Demon Mirror to expose the groom as a monster. Though they didn’t even know what a Demon Mirror was.
The crucial point was finding the person to execute this plan. They certainly couldn’t do it themselves; they’d be chased away imdiately, and neither did they understand magical rites. Thus the core issue was finding a Daoist brave enough to cause a commotion during the wedding feast, which was no easy task.
They searched for over ten days, yet no one dared to take it on; for any sensible Taoist, to humiliate a Golden Core Cultivator ant courting death.
Then the cousin in blue coincidentally encountered a wandering Daoist traveler, who, after hearing his request, readily agreed, assuring him that it wasn’t really such a big deal, that true cultivators had magnanimity and wouldn’t retaliate.
With the remaining matters simplified, the cousins, having so influence, heavily bribed the steward of the Zhang mansion to invite the Daoist to officiate a rite during the wedding feast.
Ti was closing in and the Daoist hadn’t shown, making the two cousins very anxious.
What they didn’t realize was that, with the Golden Core cultivator’s perception, their so-called whispers could hardly escape a cultivator’s attention. Amidst hundreds present, the cultivator could detect anything if they wished.
Moreover, there wasn’t just one cultivator; the groom had two Taoist friends as his witnesses.
The antics of these two mortals were laughable to the three Golden Core cultivators, not even warranting a glance or Divine Sense exchange, akin to mortals ignoring two ants plotting mischief underfoot.
A mont later, the cousins’ concerns were unfounded as the Daoist arrived with a few riffraff hired from the streets, donned in Daoist robes, leisurely invited in, making the cousins breathe a sigh of relief and grow excited.
In their imagination, the Daoist would perform theatrics, make absurd claims, while they would hoot and cheer below. Not truly identifying the groom as a demon, just seeking an opportunity amidst chaos.
In Sui Mo City, maintaining face is vital.
The plan was crude, the thoughts childish, the inevitable result of theoretical scholars; they believed their actions to be ethereal and flawlessly executed.
Once the Daoist began the rite, the guests shook their heads in sighs, as the Daoist was too unsophisticated, not just the lead perforr but also the accompanying Daoist youths, who were no youths at all, re street ruffians disguised in Taoist robes.
Seeing this, the Zhang family’s head glanced towards the steward responsible, but the steward feigned ignorance; driven by heavy bribes and years of caring for the young ladies, he genuinely didn’t wish them to take this path, having so insight into the Cultivation World from following the original Foundation Establishnt family head for many years.
Performing rites requires grace and dignity. Such public affairs need presentable figures, where appearance is the industry’s basic standard, a threshold to avoid displeasing the hosts.
But since they were already here, they couldn’t be expelled now, could they? It would dampen spirits and delay the auspicious hour by finding replacents, so accommodating them was the only option.
But several elders decided internally that they must remove this shaless, ignorant steward after this event, as he was too disappointing, too clueless.
The weasel-like Daoist approached the arranged altar table, retrieving items from his filthy sleeves: Peach Wood Sword, Three Pure Ones Bell, Compass, Eight Diagrams Mirror, Yellow Talisman, horsetail whisk, Yin Yang Umbrella, Soul Summoning Banner... items were quite complete, and even one or two exuded a faint Spiritual Power wave, albeit very weak but still considered genuine Magic Artifacts.
Even mortal Taoists try to have one or two authentic Magic Artifacts for show, though these are discarded artifacts, inferior or counterfeit imitations not used by cultivators, functioning rely to perform so flashy effects to deceive mortals.
Despite everything, the Daoist was utterly lacking in deanor, but seed good enough for conducting the rite?
Such a set of belongings, even common Daoists couldn’t afford.
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