Chapter 263

Spirit Snake Peak.

A spacious courtyard was decorated in a festive manner.

A thick red carpet had already been laid on the ground, making no sound when stepped upon, leaving only shallow footprints.

The windows were covered in bright red "Double Happiness" characters, and even the branches of the old pine trees in the courtyard were tied with red silk ribbons, fluttering gently in the mountain wind.

In the elegant boudoir, a maidservant was carefully applying makeup for a woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown.

This woman was none other than the upper sect direct disciple, Jiang Chuxue.

At this moment, she wore a phoenix crown, the gold-threaded tassels on the crown swaying gently with her slight head movements; she was draped in a ceremonial cape, the bright red wedding gown embroidered with a "hundred birds worshiping the phoenix" pattern in gold thread, outlining her already graceful figure even more exquisitely.

Her chest was high, her waist pulled extremely narrow, and her round, perky buttocks were still hard to hide under the layers of skirts, showing an alluring curve.

Even the sharp, piercing, and aggressive aura she originally possessed was softened by the contrast of this wedding gown, adding a touch of rare charm.

The maidservant beside her, after carefully applying a light blush, couldn't help but exclaim softly: "Young Lady is truly too beautiful..."

She said this with sincerity.

Looking at the entire Linzhou Upper Sect, one could count on one hand the women who could reach such heights in appearance, talent, and status simultaneously.

Jiang Chuxue looked at the face in the bronze mirror, which was both familiar and strange, the corners of her mouth slowly curling into an arc.

Whether it was her innate martial arts talent or her figure and appearance.

She was top-tier.

She reached out and gently stroked the delicate, dripping-wet face in the mirror, letting out a murmur that only she could hear.

"People like me are born to stand at the peak!"

Having said that, she stood up directly.

With her movement, a sharp, piercing metal-element aura erupted from her body.

This was not something she deliberately released, but the sharpness naturally brought by the Metal Spirit Body.

Pfft...

The maidservant beside her could not withstand such a sharp aura at all, a long, thin cut being slashed directly onto her delicate cheek by the invisible metal qi, and bright red blood beads instantly seeped out.

"Ah..."

The maidservant instinctively wanted to let out a cry of pain, then suddenly realized, hurriedly covering her mouth tightly with her hands, swallowing the cry of pain that had reached her throat, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Having served Jiang Chuxue for so long, she was very clear about what kind of temperament this mistress had.

Before a grand happy day, any crying or screaming would be considered inauspicious.

If she touched Jiang Chuxue's bad luck at this time, the outcome would likely be much more miserable than this cut on her face.

Jiang Chuxue swept a cold glance at her, the corners of her mouth curling into a half-smile: "You are sensible."

She stretched out her finger, gently wiping the wound on the maidservant's face, staining the bright red blood bead on her fingertip, then facing the bronze mirror, she actually smeared the blood bead onto her own lips.

In an instant, her red lips were dripping with charm, glowing with a hint of blood under the candlelight.

The maidservant beside her was so frightened she almost collapsed to the ground, biting her lip hard and not daring to make any sound.

And Jiang Chuxue, looking at the face in the mirror that had added a few points of enchantment, was quite satisfied.

Tomorrow was her grand wedding day, and she wanted everyone to remember how unreachable she, Jiang Chuxue, was.

Just at this moment.

A light sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Jiang Xu Shijie..."

The voice was crisp and carried a hint of cautious flattery.

Jiang Chuxue glanced outside the door and said faintly: "Come in."

Soon, a young girl wearing plain white martial attire with a delicate face walked quickly into the room.

This woman was named Fang Qing, an inner disciple of Spirit Snake Peak and also one of Jiang Chuxue's most capable little followers.

For a direct disciple with a promising future like Jiang Chuxue, there would naturally be no shortage of people climbing the social ladder, and Fang Qing was the most obsequious of them.

On weekdays, she would rush to serve tea, deliver messages, and do everything, just hoping to show her face before Jiang Chuxue more often.

As soon as she entered the room, Fang Qing saw Jiang Chuxue wearing the phoenix crown and ceremonial cape.

Even as a woman, she couldn't help but feel a flash of amazement in her eyes.

That already exquisite and cold face, set off by this bright red wedding gown, appeared even more noble and inviolable.

She came back to her senses and hurriedly spoke the flattery she had rehearsed countless times: "Jiang Xu Shijie is truly peerless in both talent and appearance..."

Jiang Chuxue didn't even lift her eyelids, only gently adjusting the position of the gold-threaded tassel on the phoenix crown in the bronze mirror, her voice cold: "Less flattery here; how did the news you were asked to inquire about go?"

Fang Qing's face paused slightly, hurriedly putting away that obsequious smile, and said seriously: "Jiang Xu Shijie, the Liu Fengzhu has been in seclusion... there is no sign of him coming out..."

Hearing this, Jiang Chuxue frowned slightly, and after being silent for a good while, a look of regret flashed in her eyes, and she sighed coldly: "Forget it."

The Liu Fengzhu of Spirit Snake Peak was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, renowned throughout the entire Zhou Kingdom, holding a transcendent status.

If she could invite such a figure to attend her wedding banquet, the significance would be extraordinary.

It was not only recognition for her personally but also a key leap for the Zheng family's status in Linzhou.

What a pity...

Such a figure was in seclusion, and they naturally dared not disturb him.

She suppressed the regret in her heart and waved her hand casually: "Alright, you all go down first."

Hearing this, the maidservant and Fang Qing in the boudoir hurried out of the room, not even daring to take a deep breath.

After the boudoir became quiet again, Jiang Chuxue also walked out of the room slowly.

Looking at the thick red carpet in the courtyard, her snow-white chin lifted slightly.

Tomorrow, the Zheng family would come to the door with an eight-bearer sedan chair.

And she, too, would sit in that sedan chair under the witness of the entire sect and become the young mistress of the Zheng family.

This was what she deserved.

Walking out of that remote little mountain village and climbing step by step to this position today, she was more worthy of all this than anyone else.

Immediately after, the figure of Zheng Feng suddenly flashed through her mind, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled into a cold sneer.

That waste, he would absolutely not dare to defy her.

He would definitely come to the banquet obediently.

As long as that waste appeared in person and offered his blessings for her and Zheng Lin's marriage.

Those rumors spreading in Linzhou Great City should also subside.

"After the wedding is over, let that waste disappear completely."

Jiang Chuxue murmured softly, cold, sharp light flowing in her beautiful eyes.

A woman like her, destined to climb to the peak, would never allow the existence of stains on her glorious path.

And Zheng Feng was her "dark history."

"And that old thing..."

The figure of that gray-robed old man flashed through Jiang Chuxue's mind again.

She was different from Zheng Lin.

Zheng Lin was arrogant and never looked at anyone except the direct disciples of the three upper peaks.

And she, Jiang Chuxue, had always paid attention to every move within the upper sect.

Some time ago, the deeds of Deacon Jiang from the Heavenly Cloud Peak's Tianqing Sect snatching six wisps of Primordial Qi from under the hands of three Primordial martial artists had already reached her ears.

"Clearly possessing such strength, yet being so low-key..."

The coldness in Jiang Chuxue's eyes grew even more intense.

She remembered the calm posture of that gray-robed old man when facing her overbearing pressure.

A dog that bites does not bark.

She had climbed from a small mountain village step by step to this position today, so she naturally understood this principle better than anyone else.

The more someone was like this, the more dangerous they were.

Jiang Chuxue had specifically sent people to investigate, and that old thing really had some tricks; not only did he have high prestige within the Tianqing Sect and a very close relationship with Zheng Feng, but he also had a friendship with Elder Lu Guizhou of the Law Enforcement Hall.

No matter from which aspect she considered it.

This old thing must absolutely not be left alive.

Just at this moment.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A clear knocking sound suddenly came from the gate outside the courtyard, interrupting Jiang Chuxue's thoughts.

Jiang Chuxue frowned slightly and shouted coldly: "Who?!"

It was already dark, and even the maidservants had retired; who would rashly come to the door at this hour?

A thick and familiar voice came from outside the door:

"Chuxue, it's me, Zheng Lin. Open the door quickly!"