Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Wen Jin didn't say anything. His gaze lingered on Lu Qingzhi's fingertips as she clenched the edge of the table, then fell back to Lu Qingzhi's face.

"All those 'Piaomiao fairies' that you thought were different are all..." She paused, and then spoke with a tremor: "They are all my senior sisters."

Hearing this, Wen Jin's eyes flashed.

In fact, when Lu Qingzhi said that Piaomiao Fairy was not a title but a person, she had already had this guess in her mind. However, when this idea was confirmed by someone who knew the inside story and spoken out from the inside story, the impact it brought was completely different.

She has been in this world for half a year, and this is her first time to truly come into contact with the chaos of the world of immortal cultivation.

Whether it was her own growing environment or the growing environment of "Wen Jin" in the world of immortal cultivation, they were both, as Lu Qingzhi said, too happy and comfortable.

Seize the house.

This noun, which only appears in novels, is happening around her at this moment.

"She raised me and molded me into the next legendary figure of Piaomiao Yinque, so that she could better take over the 'position' of 'Piaomiao Fairy' herself."

Lu Qingzhi calmed down and continued speaking.

"But she didn't expect that I would escape her control and change from being 'Fairy Piaomiao's direct disciple' to 'Fairy Qingzhi'. Unlike my other nameless senior sisters, I have my own name. She felt that her position was threatened, so she imprisoned me."

"Including this sect competition, why would she try to take that spiritual treasure?"

She gave a bitter smile and summoned her own magical weapon - a harp.

Without her saying anything, Wen Jin knew why Fairy Piaomiao was thinking of impersonating Lu Qingzhi to participate in the sect competition.

"I don't know how she knew that the mysterious magic treasure for the sect competition was a harp," Lu Qingzhi shook her head and put the harp back. "I'm sorry that so many disciples have suffered an unprovoked disaster."

Wen Jin put his hand on her shoulder and patted her gently: "But fortunately, she was exposed."

Hearing this, Lu Qingzhi nodded: "Fortunately, the harp was taken away by that kind-hearted monk, but..." She paused, then changed the subject and looked up at Wen Jin, her eyes full of confusion: "I don't understand why she would take such a big risk for a spiritual treasure."

"For millions of years, she has been so meticulous that she has never revealed her true colors to anyone other than those involved in this matter. But this time, why?"

Wen Jin put his hand on Lu Qingzhi's shoulder and frowned slightly, thinking about the uniqueness of the magic treasure. Although he still didn't quite understand it, he at least had some idea of ​​it.

"After Piao Miao was imprisoned, she left no letters or images asking me to take over. The people of Piao Miao Yin Que were fed up with Fairy Piao Miao's way of succession, so they got into chaos."

"Monitoring you now..." Wen Jin hesitated and did not express his guess.

But Lu Qingzhi smiled and said, "You guessed right, you just want me to be a puppet."

"My soul has been searched. I'm afraid that the things Piao Miao did to seize other people's bodies will be made public soon..."

"Soul search?!" Wen Jin exclaimed, looking Lu Qingzhi up and down. No wonder she looked so bad, but apart from being tired, he couldn't tell what was wrong with her. She was actually soul searched! The damage to her soul caused her to be in such a bad state.

"There are many things worse than soul searching." Seeing Wen Jin's surprise, Lu Qingzhi forced a smile again, "I'm lucky. My soul was only slightly damaged, so I look weak. If there's nothing else, it doesn't matter if I take ten or a hundred years to recover."

As she spoke, she took Wen Jin's arm and brought her to her side. She held her hand and looked at Wen Jin with an almost pleading look: "Save me."

Wen Jin seemed to hear the crying sound of the spiritual harp in his consciousness again.

Before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

The banquet is over!

The eyes of both of them tightened, and the sad look on Lu Qingzhi's face suddenly faded away, replaced by that cold and self-restrained look. She withdrew her hand and shook her head at Wen Jin.

Before Wen Jin disappeared, he put his teacup back to its place.

Just as Wen Jin appeared in his room, there was a knock on the door.

"Peak Master, the groom has arrived."

Wen Jin paused when she heard that, and her face immediately blushed when she realized who "groom" was calling. She quickly sat back on the bed, made another gesture, and changed into her wedding dress.

She also obediently covered her head with a red veil.

Two maids pushed the door open first, followed by Ji Yunmiao in red.

The two maids each carried a tray and placed them on the small table beside the bed. They bowed to Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao respectively, closed the door and left.

When Wen Jin heard the door close, the breath in his throat suddenly relaxed and he raised his hand to pull off the veil.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and Ji Yunmiao's hand, which had just picked up the weight, paused in mid-air.

He couldn't help drinking some wine at the banquet, and his cheeks, which never turned red, were now tinged with a faint blush.

Wen Jin looked away, his eyes accidentally sweeping across the weight in Ji Yunmiao's hand.

For a moment the air was silent.

Wen Jin coughed lightly and put the veil back on. At the same time, Ji Yunmiao just put down the weight in his hand.

She waited for a while, but Ji Yunmiao did not come to lift her veil. However, she saw the weight placed aside out of the corner of her eye.

"We really are..." Wen Jin complained and reached out to lift her veil again.

The next second, his hand was held by Ji Yunmiao.

The warm palm wrapped around hers, trembling slightly.

Wen Jin paused and let Ji Yunmiao hold her hand and lift her veil.

Their eyes met again.

“……” Both were speechless.

She had no idea how many times she had seen the face in front of her, but today was different. For some reason, the words "fine clothes and furious horses" came to Wen Jin's mind.

The man's originally indifferent eyebrows were now filled with tenderness, his cheeks were stained with some red from drinking, the tips of his ears were slightly red, his black hair was raised high by a golden hair crown inlaid with rubies, and his ponytail was left behind his head. Perhaps because the owner was full of spiritual energy at the moment, the hair behind his head moved without wind. He pursed his lips and looked at her a little nervously.

The woman in front of him was no longer as plain as before. There was a trace of scarlet between her lips, which were trembling slightly. Her eyes were dark, reflecting the countless bits of candlelight. The ends of her eyebrows were dark blue, stretched out thinly. The warm yellow candlelight shone on her face, and light waves flowed between her brows, making her look unusually gentle.

Ji Yunmiao's breathing stopped for a moment, his eyes swept across Wen Jin's lips, which seemed to be hesitant to speak, and then he straightened up and looked away.

Wen Jin also breathed a sigh of relief and pulled off the veil.