The atmosphere at the wedding feast was extremely lively. The highest realm among them was merely Foundation Establishment, with differences only in minor levels, and of course, they couldn’t see the oddities within.
Yet, the groom had already faintly felt something was amiss. Everything had happened so suddenly, and with the atmosphere of the surroundings, even the three Golden Core Great Demons felt a bit caught up in the rhythm. Everything seemed normal, but together it was very abnormal.
Before he could fully process it, the Mosquito Daoist behind the incense table didn’t give him time to react, drawing out the Peach Wood Sword, pointing directly at him,
"By the moon, leave the elixir furnace, with feather robes beside the altar. Strange fragrance unnoticed by people, cranes part ways at night’s end. Morning meeting full and flourishing, old companions of Pengying are few. Heavenly Heart’s true traces remain, do demons dare to act arrogantly?
I have the Heavenly Master Sword, righteousness moves like thunder, demons and monsters, aren’t you going to surrender without resistance?"
He didn’t come close, instead staying several dozen feet away across the incense table, randomly hacking left and right with the sword. The swordsmanship was without form, chaotic and weak, seen by the guests as nothing but mere bluster and posturing.
The scene was incredibly joyful, with laughter and cheers, along with the cries of children. If one didn’t consider this Mosquito Daoist’s ritual status, as a clown in a great play, he was no different from very successful.
However, someone sensed danger!
From the first awkward sword swing of that sleazy Taoist, the groom felt something wrong, like there really were thunderclouds gathering in the sky?
Only it was night, clouds were not visible, and the small cultivators perceived slowly, clueless and unaware.
What’s going on? A coincidence or intentional?
At the setting of his wedding feast, he couldn’t be as alert as when facing human cultivators in the wild. He needed to consider the reasons, avoid leaving a bad impression on the guests, think of the two beautiful ladies in the bedroom, consider that this Daoist was at most a low-level beginner with no entry at all...
So many considerations, for the demon clan’s brain capacity it felt overwhelming. When he truly realized the danger, the Mosquito Daoist had already swung the sword dozens of times, and the pitch-black night sky was thick with thunderclouds, thickening with every swing!
At this point, it wasn’t a question of whether he wanted to act, but whether he dared!
Thunder is the whip of the Heavenly Dao, feared especially by the demon clan. Had he escaped at the beginning, before the thunder force was fully formed, it might not have troubled him. But now, how could he outrun the thunder?
Everything became clear, this Mosquito Daoist was a pretender preying on the powerful, targeting the three of them. His two brothers had already fallen, leaving him as the main target.
"Daoist, what do you mean by this? The end-of-year events are hosted by the Heavenly Heart Pavilion, who dares to act recklessly with swords and soldiers?" Googlᴇ search 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
He hoped to borrow the guests’ strength to buy some respite, no longer expecting to stay rooted in secrecy; with identity exposed, even escaping with his life would be lucky.
Why had they been exposed? It was all because of those Three Pure Ones; he had long advised his elder brother, Hei Fu, that the Three Pure Ones were untrustworthy, but he didn’t listen, and this was the result.
The two brothers were already beyond hope, likely doomed. Now his only task was how to extricate himself.
But his calls didn’t bring the guests to his aid. No matter how dull or slow they were, when the thunder force gathered to a certain extent, it couldn’t be hidden any longer. Even the mortals could feel the immense pressure above, hear the faint thunder, see the darting electric snakes, though no lightning fell yet, it could fall at any moment, no one knew when this increasingly terrifying lightning would strike.
But at least everyone knew where it would land?
Therefore, as if seeing a plague god, everyone backed far away, anxiously awaiting the next development.
A child cried, "Mother, who is the monster?"
A panicked voice replied, "They’re all monsters, it’s demons fighting."
The cousin in white knew he’d caused big trouble, "Cousin, you, you, look at who you’ve brought."
The cousin in blue finally spoke honestly, "I didn’t want this either, he approached me first."
Now, no one considered the Mosquito Daoist a mere fraudster posing as an ordinary mortal, yet no one viewed him as a righteous human cultivator either, for his appearance was truly too difficult to behold, calling himself Mosquito Daoist truly made him look like a mosquito.
Still, the Peach Wood Sword in his hand kept moving, comical gestures with sword tip as if a heavy weight was being swung, following his motions even the thunderclouds in the sky moved.
What kind of skill is this? Unheard of, unseen!
After swinging dozens of times, the guests suddenly found that Huang Feng’er, who had been feigning entrancement, still had not awoken. Once seated nicely in a chair, now collapsed on the ground.
If merely a prank or deliberate act, no one could continue to act under gathering thunderclouds and still have mood to keep playing. Since it remained so, it could only be that his consciousness was truly taken.
The most frightening part was the collapsed body changing at a speed visible to naked eyes from human into unknown form, finally revealing itself as a yellow-furred weasel!
Or something similar to a yellow-furred weasel!
It’s really a demon! In an instant, the guests finally realized, the Zhang Family had recruited a nest of monsters as in-laws, luckily human cultivators with vast mana exposed these three demons on the spot at the wedding feast.
But what truly puzzled them was, this Mosquito Daoist, what path did he belong to? For a Golden Core Cultivator, could he not find a more presentable vessel?
Now, the groom was still in a painful decision.
He wanted to wait for change, but change delayed, and the thunderclouds above had already reached a life or death level for him.
The more frightened he became, the more hesitant he was; the more he hesitated, the more dangerous it became, a vicious cycle. Now he stood at the brink of life and death.
If he didn’t actively seek change, he would only be crushed to death by thunder.
The groom roared, shaking his body and transforming into a mismatched creature, resembling a mixture of mule, donkey, deer, and gazelle; reverting to original form was a sign of desperation, and as he transformed, a sudden "crack" rang out in the sky, a blue lightning bolt thick as a child’s arm struck down precisely on his head, instantly filling the space with an acrid stench, the scent of burnt flesh after electrocution.
This groom, until his death, never announced his name, one shred of his soul drifted off to who knows where.
The Mosquito Daoist waved his sword from afar, beheading Huang Feng’er; then opened a precious umbrella, pouring out a liter of pus and blood!
With a cold and detached gaze sweeping the room, he declared, "The aftermath of human-demon battles isn’t settled, outsiders are hard to distinguish, be cautious; the Zhang Family is innocent and should not be humiliated, our human race daughters should naturally marry human sons, hmm, I find those two young men quite suitable!"
With a grand wave of his sleeve, he emptied the artifacts on the incense table, and in a flash was gone, leaving only a wisp of a song,
"In the demeanor of the rivers and mountains, with sentiments of wind and moon. Borrowing your visage, feigning your form..."