sbdcsierra Chapter 33 The Ritual of Soul Offering
Chapter 33 The Ritual of Soul Offering
"You, Mu Xiaoqing, you're spouting nonsense! You really think your young master is a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
Luo Sifan recalled the absurdity of his dream, his face flushed, and a wicked thought arose in his mind. He fiercely silenced Mu Xiaoqing's lips, adding a light punishment to his anger.
Mu Xiaoqing felt both pain and pleasure, and obediently accepted her punishment.
The two were engrossed in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the world around them, when a beautiful woman in a pink dress with a strapless bodice and a long shawl suddenly appeared by the door. Her jade-like face turned cold as she watched, her fists clenched tightly.
Mu Xiaoqing was fully aware of everything. Standing behind Luo Sifan, with half her face showing, she not only stared at Jiang Yuan with a fierce exchange of glances, but also winked at her provocatively.
"Lin Xiaozhi!"
Jiang Yuan, a dignified young lady, could not bear such provocation and shouted angrily.
Luo Sifan froze, while Mu Xiaoqing looked smug.
Turning around, Luo Sifan wiped her lips clean under Jiang Yuan's disgusted gaze and forced a smile:
"So it is the lady who has arrived. My sister and I have failed to greet her. We apologize for our rudeness."
"What kind of sisters are you! Do you even have sisters like this?! You dare to lie to me!"
Jiang Yuan approached the two men aggressively.
Mu Xiaoqing tiptoed and gave Luo Sifan a quick kiss on the cheek:
"We never said we were sisters, Mrs. Jiang. You must have just made that up in your head, right?"
Leaning against Luo Sifan, Mu Xiaoqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her face showing a delicate and innocent expression.
Jiang Yuan was so angry that her hands trembled, and she almost slapped him a few times, but fortunately she had good self-control and held back.
"The soul-sacrificing ceremony will take place in one hour."
Jiang Yuan seemed to have thought of something, her expression changed swiftly, her anger vanished, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.
"This matter is important, as it relates to your citizenship. You absolutely cannot miss it. I will not hold your indecent behavior against you today."
Then he looked at Luo Sifan, trying his best to appear dignified:
“Miss Xiaozhi, your little sister, who seems to have come from nowhere, is a bit unruly and will cause trouble sooner or later. Listen to Sister Yuan’s advice, you should discipline her more.”
Luo Sifan awkwardly agreed, secretly tightening his grip on Mu Xiaoqing's fingers to avoid her outburst.
Jiang Yuan gave Mu Xiaoqing a cold glance, then raised her head, swayed her hips, and turned to leave. At the door, she didn't forget Luo Sifan, turning back to give him a meaningful smile.
Mu Xiaoqing clicked her tongue repeatedly and fiercely turned Luo Sifan's chin.
"Your butt's practically disappeared from sight, and you're still staring at it?"
"I'm just being polite. Madam Jiang is both the host and the guest. How could I not even glance at her?"
Luo Sifan explained helplessly.
"That little vixen Jiang Yuan went to great lengths to seduce you, how could you not know?"
Mu Xiaoqing was a little angry at his lack of ambition.
The thought of Jiang Yuan's large, white breasts trembling beneath her pink strapless top flashing before her eyes made Mu Xiaoqing furious, and even Luo Sifan couldn't escape the blame.
"I know a little bit... She offered herself up, what could I do? Gouge out my own eyes?"
"It would be better to just cut it out! That way, all those pretty girls won't be able to keep posing and flirting in front of us all day long!"
Mu Xiaoqing's eyes lit up, eager to try.
Startled, Luo Sifan clung tightly to Mu Xiaoqing, begging for mercy.
"Just kidding, young master..."
Mu Xiaoqing pinched Luo Sifan's cheek in annoyance, seemingly lost in thought:
"If my sister were here today, she might actually have attacked me..."
"Little sister!? Who is that?"
Luo Sifan thought she had misheard; there had never been a person between the two of them who could be called "sister."
"It's nothing, just saying. Young master, you're overthinking it again."
Mu Xiaoqing's expression was complicated, and she evaded Luo Sifan's questions with a few words.
As the two chatted, a servant from the Jiang family entered from outside the courtyard, conveying Jiang Yuan's orders. He led the two out of the Jiang family compound and onto the waiting convoy outside.
As the caravan moved forward, more oxcarts arrived from the surrounding streets and alleys to join it, making the caravan grow larger and larger.
"The ritual of worshipping the gods seems to be a big day."
Luo Sifan lifted the carriage curtain, and the streets and alleys were bustling with activity as ordinary people gathered around to watch the moving convoy.
Mu Xiaoqing was used to this kind of scene and remained calm.
The motorcade turned onto a main road, where solemnity was established on both sides, with officials in strict and orderly attire lining the roadside.
Not a single bystander could be seen.
"The Matriarch's Palace is almost here."
Mu Xiaoqing's expression was somewhat strange, and she sighed.
"The Queen's Palace? What a boastful tone! Does this place actually belong to the Queen?"
Luo Sifan made a slight guess.
Mu Xiaoqing glared at him:
"What queen?! However, the mistress here is far more noble than any queen!"
"Does the young master mean he looks down on women? Don't you even look at your own body? Are you a man or a woman?"
Luo Sifan was always in trouble, so he simply kept quiet.
The convoy turned into a square and stopped one by one. At the command of the traffic control personnel in black uniforms, Luo Sifan and the others got out of the car.
Jiang Yuan, now dressed in a dark long dress, waved to them in front of a magnificent palace.
This group of people wore various colors and were dressed in a rather formal manner; many of them were powerful cultivators.
It should be a powerful family or clan similar to the Jiang family in Yimeng City.
The convoy gradually dispersed, with people gathering in groups at the respective families they were leading.
A dozen or so people were lined up in front of Jiang Yuan, probably all of them so-called "line runners".
Luo Sifan noticed that their accents were slightly different, indicating that they came from various countries in Yunzhou, not just one place.
Apart from Luo Sifan and Mu Xiaoqing, the other "line runners" all looked excited, their words seemingly filled with wild anticipation for the protagonist of today's "Soul Sacrifice Ceremony," the so-called matriarch.
"Xiaoqing, this mistress looks so evil, the whole city is acting crazy."
Luo Sifan whispered something in Mu Xiaoqing's ear. The lively yet unfamiliar atmosphere made Luo Sifan feel out of place and alienated.
Mu Xiaoqing rolled her eyes at Luo Sifan, her expression somewhat strange:
"Where does the young master's dissatisfaction with the mistress come from? This humble servant has long heard that this woman has an excellent reputation; everyone in the entire continent admires her greatly."
His tone was not sarcastic at all, but rather as if he were quite familiar with the mistress.
Luo Sifan knew that Mu Xiaoqing was quite capable in this place and probably knew more secrets than he did, so he didn't bother to argue anymore.
Seeing his silence, Mu Xiaoqing's eyes darted around, and she took his hand, tiptoed, and whispered a few shocking words in Luo Sifan's ear, adding fuel to the fire:
"The mistress is a beauty of unparalleled grace, and has been without anyone by her side for a long time. If you, young master, are interested, I will introduce you to her as a guest of honor, and you will surely win her over with ease."
If such unrestrained teasing were heard by the fervent fans of the mistress, they might incite the entire Dream City to besiege the two of them.
What's even more terrifying is that Mu Xiaoqing's expression and tone were seven parts sincere and three parts alluring, causing Luo Sifan's heart to flutter and almost breaking down his defenses under the influence of her enchanting thoughts.
"You're going to die, aren't you?"
Luo Sifan was so shocked that he took half a step back, speechless at Mu Xiaoqing's unrestrained and nonsensical words and actions.
The fervent fans of the City Mistress of Dream City around her were already looking at her with suspicion.
To them, Luo Mu and his companion's intimate behavior was nothing short of eccentric and unruly.
Mu Xiaoqing seemed oblivious to everyone around her, her fingers gently brushing the soft strands of hair from her temples, her beautiful face still radiating a gentle spring breeze.
All I could see was Young Master Luo looking pitiful and completely flustered.
For some reason, having control over Young Master Luo always gave her a secret sense of pleasure.
In her eyes, everyone present, including the million people of Peach Blossom Continent, was nothing more than ants, no different from withered trees and stones.