We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 251 How could the sect leader possibly take a liking to that mortal? (Seeking monthly votes)

"cough cough"

As soon as Xiao Mo's consciousness left the Hundred Worlds Book, he began to cough violently.

The moment Xiao Mo opened his eyes, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

After a long while, Xiao Mo gradually recovered.

Recalling my time at Baishishu.

This was the first time he had failed to transcend the tribulation.

This feeling is different from ordinary death.

Having died three times before, I've gotten used to it, even though it was painful each time.

But the feeling of failing this time was completely different.

Because death is just a matter of a moment; at most, there will be some pain before death.

However, when he failed to overcome his tribulation, in addition to the pain, Xiao Mo could clearly feel the breakage of his meridians and bones.

That feeling of despair, born from the severing of one's own Dao, and the clear sense of falling from one's realm, tears your soul and body apart.

In the end, they all triggered the protection mechanism of the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, forcibly detaching themselves.

"His Majesty."

Just as Xiao Mo wanted to revisit the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes to see how he was doing, Wei Xun's voice entered the study.

"Come in." Xiao Mo took a deep breath, got out of bed, and drank a cup of tea.

Wei Xun hurriedly entered the imperial study and knelt before Xiao Mo with practiced ease: "This old servant greets Your Majesty."

"Stop dawdling and just tell me what's going on right away."

Xiao Mo rubbed the corner of his eye, feeling a slight headache.

Xiao Mo wanted to complete Wang Xin's life experience before the wedding ceremony.

Therefore, Xiao Mo adjusted the time ratio between the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes and the real world to be very high.

Xiao Mo was already feeling quite tired.

Having just failed to transcend the tribulation, I'm even more troubled now.

"Your Majesty, someone from the Empress Dowager's side just arrived, asking when Your Majesty will go there," Wei Xun said cautiously.

"In the past?" Xiao Mo asked in confusion, "Did the Empress Dowager ask me to dine with her again?"

"Your Majesty is preoccupied with affairs of state; perhaps you have forgotten that today is the day of the wedding rehearsal," Wei Xun said with a smile. "The talented woman from the Yan family is already getting ready in the Empress Dowager's palace."

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Hearing Wei Xun's words, Xiao Mo then remembered that today was the day of the wedding rehearsal, and that Empress Dowager Yan attached great importance to it.

"I understand." Xiao Mo looked weary. "Prepare the carriage."

Wei Xun raised his head, glanced at the Emperor's face, and asked worriedly, "Is Your Majesty feeling unwell? Should this old servant summon the imperial physician?"

"No need." Xiao Mo waved his hand. "The sooner we finish, the sooner I can come back and rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this old servant will go and prepare as soon as possible." Wei Xun hurriedly withdrew and said to the maid standing outside the door, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help His Majesty change his clothes!"

"Yes!"

Several palace maids entered the room and helped Xiao Mo change into his wedding attire.

Every now and then, Xiao Mo would ride in the dragon carriage to the sacrificial altar.

However, the imperial carriage stopped halfway there.

Xiao Mo lifted the carriage curtain and saw Fairy Jiang standing in front of him.

"Your Majesty," Wei Xun sought the opinion of his own ruler, for the person blocking his way was no ordinary person.

"You all wait for me up ahead." With that, Xiao Mo got out of the carriage with Wei Xun's help.

Wei Xun led the carriage forward for fifty zhang before stopping, and then ordered everyone not to look back.

Jiang Qingyi looked at the man standing in front of her, noticing his red wedding attire, and scrutinized him for a while. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Is Your Majesty getting married?"

"Not yet." Xiao Mo smiled. "It's just a rehearsal. The official ceremony will be held in half a month."

"Heh." Jiang Qingyi chuckled coldly, her expression seemingly carrying a hint of icy in her eyes. "I've heard that His Majesty's wedding attire was handcrafted stitch by stitch by that talented woman from the Yan clan?" "Indeed." Xiao Mo nodded. "Does Fairy Jiang have any objections to this wedding attire?"

“No.” Jiang Qingyi turned her head. “I just felt that this wedding dress was not suitable for His Majesty.”

"Not suitable?"

Xiao Mo was taken aback.

Although Xiao Mo also had opinions about the Yan family's daughter, to be honest, he felt that the wedding dress suited him perfectly.

Moreover, for some reason, it seems that Fairy Jiang has a rather bad impression of the Yan family, and even harbors some hostility towards them.

"Take this."

As she spoke, Jiang Qingyi tossed the longsword in her hand to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo subconsciously caught it and looked at the long sword in his hand. The sword was long and slender, and its entire body was crimson, with ripples like clear water engraved on it.

"What is this, Fairy Jiang?" Xiao Mo asked.

"His Majesty looks much more pleasing to the eye when he holds this sword."

Jiang Qingyi looked Xiao Mo up and down.

"This longsword is a gift for Your Majesty. It can nourish Your Majesty's spiritual power. Your Majesty can use it when practicing swordsmanship and even hold it while sleeping."

The residence of the envoy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the capital of Zhou.

Huang Wei, an elder of the Wanjian Sect, was admiring the valuable porcelain and calligraphy and paintings presented by high-ranking officials and nobles in the courtyard.

But a moment later, a woman walked straight in.

"Miss Qiuye." Elder Huang stood up and bowed upon seeing Qiuye.

"Is there something you need, Miss Qiuye?"

Huang Wei looked at the sect leader's personal maid with suspicion.

Normally, she won't come looking for me unless there's something wrong.

"Today is a rehearsal for the Zhou Kingdom Emperor's wedding ceremony. The sect leader wants you to do something." Qiu Ye placed a letter on the table.

Huang Wei quickly took the letter and read it, becoming more and more puzzled.

This matter is simple, but he just can't understand the sect leader's intentions.

"What does the Sect Master really mean?" Huang Wei couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know either." Qiuye shook her head.

"How strange." Elder Huang scratched his head and said casually, "Could it be that the Sect Master has taken a liking to the King of Zhou? Otherwise, why would he?"

Just as Elder Huang was speaking, a sword aura slashed past his neck, startling him so much that he immediately shut his mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Qiu Ye stared at Huang Wei.

"What is the King of Zhou? How could he possibly catch the eye of the Sect Master? How could we possibly fathom the Sect Master's true intentions? If you dare to speak nonsense again, I will cut off your head!"

"Yes, yes, I'll do it right away, I'll go right away."

Elder Huang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard.

After Huang Wei left, Qiu Ye, alone in the courtyard, fell into deep thought.

The patriarch personally served as the Grand Preceptor of the Zhou Kingdom and even moved directly into the inner palace.

Not long ago, I was ordered to return to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to deliver the long sword that the sect leader had personally forged to the palace. The sect leader actually wanted to give it to the King of Zhou.

Now they've sent Huang Wei to cause even more trouble.

"Could it be that the Sect Master really..."

"It's impossible!"

Qiu Ye shook his head heavily.

"How could the sect leader possibly take a fancy to that mortal?"

"No way!"

(End of this chapter)