novelraw Chapter 61 : Stolen Heaven Substitute Technique
Chapter 61 : Stolen Heaven Substitute Technique
Chapter 61: Stolen Heaven Substitute Technique
Xia Lianxue rested her chin on her hand.
She actually did not know much about Lu Changyuan’s identity at present.
Nor did she care about what identity Lu Changyuan held.
Those things were unimportant—so long as Lu Changyuan was still that little doctor from back then, it was enough.
But in the end, she at least recognized Lu Changyuan as a cultivator of the Jade Radiance.
That Zhu Ming Sword and Bai Cang Sword, compared to swords, were more like arts.
That little doctor who had once been said to have no affinity with immortality later turned out to be so strong.
A little doctor like that, once he entered the cultivation world, surely must have many beauties around him, right?
Xia Lianxue could not help but think so.
So on the night when Drunken Red Luan appeared, when Lu Changyuan was utterly exhausted, she secretly asked in a soft voice: “Young Master, have you ever liked someone before?”
Lu Changyuan only patted her head, saying that the days ahead were still very long.
No matter how much of a Supreme Emotion-Severing little doctor he was, when she held some leverage over him, his heart would still pound.
Xia Lianxue let out a soft laugh.
She felt her obsession with the little doctor was a bit too deep. If not for later proving her Dao within the void, she would surely have been tainted by the Desire Demon.
See, when she retraced the Red Dust, had she not already been entangled?
The little doctor had saved her several times.
The Young Master was truly remarkable. In the future, he surely would be able to dominate the cultivation world.
“Ah, Young Master!”
The little fairy covered her lips with her hand, gazing at Lu Changyuan who walked in.
The youth was dressed in a new ink-red wedding garment, looking very handsome, even carrying with him a warmth like plum blossoms blooming in Luoyang.
Who knew how many girls he would bewitch in the future.
Xia Lianxue thought so, and just thinking of it made her feel a little uneasy.
“Young Master looks so good.”
Lu Changyuan replied helplessly: “Be serious. Right now, we’re at a moment of life and death.”
“He does look good.” Unexpectedly, the Third Princess, seated to the side, echoed her.
The Ink Figures said: “Bow to Heaven and Earth, my lord, it’s time to bow to Heaven and Earth!”
The scene in the grand hall suddenly shifted.
The Ink Figures surged forward, shrieking: “Bow to Heaven and Earth, bow to Heaven and Earth!”
Lu Changyuan swung his sword again.
This time, the Ink Figures dissolved into ink and revived on the spot, surrounding him once more, still chanting about bowing to Heaven and Earth.
Lu Changyuan asked: “You keep saying to bow to Heaven and Earth—then where is the bride?”
The Ink Figures did not answer him, only shouted about bowing.
“Young Master, try walking toward the High Hall.”
“You seem quite interested!”
The little fairy smiled sweetly, without a trace of nervousness on her face: “But isn’t that how weddings are conducted?”
Lu Changyuan shook his head, then helplessly walked to the two chairs.
“Bow to Heaven and Earth, bow to Heaven and Earth!”
This group of Ink Figures suddenly all turned to look at Su Youwan.
The Third Highness’s eyes were veiled with white cloth, so no one could see her emotions. But one could see her extend a finger toward herself: “Me?”
What does this have to do with me?
Wasn’t I only here to drink wedding wine?
This blindfolded Bodhisattva, unusually, showed a trace of human nature.
Xia Lianxue smiled at Lu Changyuan: “Young Master, do you want to bow with Her Highness the Third Princess?”
The Ink Figures suddenly twisted their heads, as if suddenly able to see Xia Lianxue, and resumed their shrieking: “Bow to Heaven and Earth, bow to Heaven and Earth!”
The frown on Lu Changyuan’s face slowly smoothed out—he had guessed Ancestor Red Luan’s trick.
Then, in two or three steps, he walked to Xia Lianxue’s side, seized the fairy’s slender wrist, and pulled her to the two chairs.
“Just right. I said before we owed a wedding ceremony. Let’s make up for it here.”
Xia Lianxue froze for a moment, her earlobes turning red.
She was not wearing a wedding dress right now.
Once Lu Changyuan and Xia Lianxue stood ready, the Ink Figures cried out loudly: “First bow to Heaven and Earth!”
Lu Changyuan nodded slightly to Xia Lianxue.
The two performed the first bow.
“Second bow to the High Hall!”
Just then, Lu Changyuan suddenly reached out and clasped Xia Lianxue’s hand tightly.
“Young Master?”
When demons arise in the spirit platform, one’s own heart becomes unclear.
Even Xia Lianxue herself likely did not notice that something, through the link of the Red Luan Calamity Body, had already attached itself to her.
Lu Changyuan smiled: “Do you want to continue bowing?”
“I do.”
Almost instinctively, Xia Lianxue answered. Yet she felt confused, for her thoughts were beginning to turn muddled.
No, in fact, since stepping into this grand hall, her thinking had already grown sluggish.
As though someone whispered in her ear: “Bow. Were you not looking forward to this moment?”
Something seemed wrong.
But since the Young Master had not said there was a problem, then surely there was none.
Besides, the Young Master’s smile was so sly.
It was a smile Xia Lianxue had never seen before, though Xia Yutang had.
The memory of scaling the wall that year still lingered.
Many years ago, the little doctor secretly took the little girl out at night to see the lanterns—wearing just this expression.
And whenever Lu Changyuan smiled like this, it meant someone was about to be unlucky.
Xia Lianxue quickly understood Lu Changyuan’s intention.
Just as well, she truly wished to try completing the three bows with him.
So, the two bowed the second bow to the chairs.
“Husband and wife bow to each other!”
Next was the third bow.
The little fairy suddenly donned a wedding dress—it was the one that had lain in her grave mound, yet for some reason now appeared before her. A red veil covered her face.
Lu Changyuan said softly: “Let’s bow.”
The bride nodded, saying nothing, and bowed with Lu Changyuan.
“The ceremony... is complete!”
The Ink Figures suddenly surged forward, and Xia Lianxue vanished.
Su Youwan’s ethereal voice rang out: “Young Master Lu does not seem surprised at all.”
Lu Changyuan turned back, his expression calm: “She wanted a wedding ceremony. Before, I only lifted her veil—so I had to make up for it.”
“Then how should we find Miss Xia?”
“No need to search. Follow me—to the bridal chamber.”
The blindfolded Bodhisattva paused, pointing at herself again: “Me?”
Lu Changyuan realized the ambiguity of his words and rubbed his forehead, troubled: “Just follow me if you wish—or not, it doesn’t matter.”
Su Youwan’s lips curved: “I will be watching as well. Since the two of you have no other friends here, I shall take the role of one who stirs up the bridal chamber.”
The two bypassed the grand hall, following the trail of fluttering red silk, and indeed soon saw the bridal room.
Lu Changyuan pushed open the wooden door with one motion.
Su Youwan asked: “Do you really want me to enter?”
“As you wish.”
Lu Changyuan seemed to think of something amusing and stepped inside.
In front of the festive red bed, a woman in a wedding dress sat with hands folded, waiting. Not far away lay a balance scale for lifting the veil, and the nuptial wine.
“Young Master Lu, this does not seem proper.”
Though she said it was improper, Su Youwan still walked inside.
Lu Changyuan pointed to the bride: “Roughly over five thousand years ago, there was a technique called the Stolen Heaven Substitute Technique. It is a very sinister art. By replacing the place of a cultivator in the hearts of their kin, friends, or spouse, one could then usurp their body.”
It was as if, should a person’s parents, loved ones, and wife no longer see him as himself, but rather saw another as him—what then?
That person would, in truth, be completely replaced.