The white fox was small, sitting on his shoulder with its tail restlessly swaying back and forth, brushing against his neck and causing a tingling sensation.

Yue Liangze remained composed, ignoring it.

Mu Xujing and Qin Yuan hurriedly arrived, quietly blending in among the guests, curious about which unfortunate soul had been captured to become the groom.

There was only one groom present. Under the watchful eyes of the guests and the parents seated in the place of honor, he slowly walked toward the bride.

Ling Luo whispered: “What if you were captured to be the groom?”

Yue Liangze stared ahead, not even blinking as he replied: “Marriage is a serious matter. I’d rather die than comply.”

The white fox couldn’t help covering its nose with its paw and laughing after hearing this.

What a solemn answer.

The matchmaker’s shrill voice sounded again: “The groom and bride have arrived. Stand up, first bow to heaven and earth!”

The groom walked behind the table and stood shoulder to shoulder with the bride who had risen. Finally, he turned around.

Under the bright red wedding attire was a face filled with resentment and ferocity.

All four of them were surprised when they saw him.

Qin Yuan, the only one who didn’t recognize Gan Mao, asked quietly: “Who is that?”

Mu Xujing said: “The heir of Duke Gan’s mansion.”

Qin Yuan was momentarily speechless.

A mortal world heir kidnapped into a ghost town and forced to marry—how terrifying!

Gan Mao was both frightened and angry—frightened by the eerie atmosphere and angry that he had been kidnapped and was now being forced to marry a woman he didn’t know!

He didn’t even know if she was a human or a ghost!

This was simply outrageous!

Gan Mao screamed internally: Sister! Junju! Save me!

He had entered the wedding barrier and was suppressed by the formation. He couldn’t speak, and his body wouldn’t obey him. Though Gan Mao wanted to stop himself, his body moved according to another unfamiliar consciousness.

The matchmaker shouted: “Bow!”

Gan Mao and the bride bowed to heaven and earth.

“What should we do?” Qin Yuan asked softly. “Are we just going to let the young heir marry this person?”

Mu Xujing said flatly: “We can’t get in.”

He saw that even Yue Liangze couldn’t break this barrier, so he certainly couldn’t either.

Meanwhile, Yue Liangze said to Ling Luo: “That bride seems to be Zuo Bai True Lord.”

The white fox’s plump, furry paws pressed here and there on his body, sometimes scratching his face or rubbing his forehead, sometimes touching his neck or stepping on his shoulders playfully.

It wasn’t very interested in this wedding and only said: “Danshui True Lord has good eyesight, able to see what the bride looks like from such a distance.”

Yue Liangze calmly grabbed the fidgety little fox and held it firmly in his arms.

The white fox, fond of movement, was now restrained and could only expose its head, staring with wide eyes at the couple performing the wedding ceremony.

The matchmaker shouted: “Second bow to the parents!”

Looking at the two who had turned around, Yue Liangze said: “Did you know that Zuo Bai True Lord was once married?”

The white fox waved its paw, pretending to answer: “I didn’t know. These days, anyone who can remember Zuo Bai True Lord should be thankful.”

“Her Fangtian Sword Technique remains unbroken to this day—a fierce sword path that once repelled the Demon King,” Yue Liangze said softly.

The white fox responded with perfunctory nods, lowering its head to bite his hand. Seeing he still wouldn’t release it, it bit a couple more times, though not too forcefully, like a cub playing with its owner.

Then Yue Liangze grabbed it by the neck, preventing further biting.

“According to ancient records, she married at twenty-six in full spring and died at the end of winter in the third year,” Yue Liangze said. “All matters related to her sword path and achievements stopped after her marriage.”

“This means she never touched a sword after getting married,” the white fox said ominously. “With her status, position, and cultivation level, she married a good-for-nothing prodigal son. People were heartbroken that she was so blind.”

Yue Liangze: “How do you know it was a prodigal son?”

The white fox waved its paws, skillfully deflecting: “That’s what was written in the story books my Senior Brother gave me.”

Yue Liangze was silent for a moment, then said: “That’s quite accurate.”

The white fox tilted its head to look at him after hearing this.

The matchmaker shouted: “Bow to each other!”

Yue Liangze looked down at her. Even in fox form, when he looked at it, he could sense Ling Luo’s presence.

In the wedding procession, the two in wedding attire properly completed all the procedures. The matchmaker smiled broadly and shrilly announced: “The ceremony is complete!”

Gan Mao was devastated.

It’s over!

I’ve married a woman I’ve never even seen!

Sister! Parents! Junju! Save me, wuwuwu!

“To the bridal chamber, to the bridal chamber!” The maids giggled as they escorted the newlyweds to the bridal chamber in the back.

The music started again, and the guests’ laughter grew even louder than before. They all stood up, raising their wine cups as they approached Mr. and Mrs. Zhao in the place of honor: “Congratulations to both of you! Felicitations to both of you!”

“Wishing the newlyweds a hundred years of harmony!”

“This is Zuo Bai True Lord! For Zhao Lang to get such a bride is truly a blessing of three lifetimes!”

Yue Liangze rose to follow Gan Mao.

Passing among the guests, he heard a woman coldly snort with displeasure: “She’s just an ugly freak, what’s there to be proud of?”

The woman beside her hurriedly said: “Ah, Sister Yu, lower your voice. You were intimate with Zhao Lang before. If Zuo Bai True Lord finds out, you should be careful! She’s a renowned cultivator with many ways to deal with you.”

Sister Yu said disdainfully: “What does it matter if she’s a cultivator? So what if her Dao techniques are powerful? Her looks are lacking. With Zhao Lang’s character, he’s just after something new. I tell you, within three days, he’ll be tired of her and come back to me.”

The woman sighed: “Ancestor, please speak more quietly. Don’t say any more about this. Let’s finish eating and leave quickly.”

Yue Liangze followed the maids to the back courtyard. The music and congratulatory sounds gradually faded in the distance.

The matchmaker led the way, smiling as she opened the door and turned to welcome the couple: “You two, please enter the bridal chamber.”

The bride stepped over the threshold and slowly walked in.

Gan Mao shouted internally: Stop! Don’t go in! But his body wouldn’t listen. He had already raised his foot and was about to cross the threshold when he heard a familiar shout: “Young Master mustn’t enter!”

A manservant suddenly rushed forward from behind, grabbing Gan Mao by the waist and dragging him away: “Hurry! If you go in, you’ll have to spend the wedding night with this ghost bride!”

Gan Mao burst into emotional tears when he recognized the person before him: Junju!

“Come back!” the matchmaker screamed shrilly. “Bring the groom back to the bridal chamber!”

The maids all turned to chase after them. Jiang Jun carried Gan Mao on his back and ran into the courtyard, where he came face to face with Mu Xujing. Both sides were startled. As ghostly energy pursued them from behind, the maids with empty eyes surrounded Jiang Jun and said: “Groom, come back quickly. The bride is waiting for you in the bridal chamber!”

Their voices were eerily sweet.

Gan Mao was screaming in his heart: Get lost! If you want a wedding night, go yourself! I don’t recognize this marriage! Junju, run!

Jiang Jun dodged the maids trying to seize Gan Mao, but several black snakes formed from black energy flew out from the void and lunged at him. Two of them bit onto Gan Mao’s clothes and were pulling.

“Help save him!” Qin Yuan shouted, stepping forward to help.

Jiang Jun called out to Mu Xujing while dodging: “Help remove the Moon Curse on his body!”

Mu Xujing, who had just drawn his sword, paused and said flatly: “I don’t know how.”

Jiang Jun: “…”

He widened his eyes in shock and said: “You’re the young master of the Moon Palace, and you don’t know the Moon Palace’s curse techniques?!”

Mu Xujing frowned, his gaze turning cold as he looked toward him: “How do you know that?”

Jiang Jun was still in shock, struggling to dodge the increasingly numerous black snakes from the void: “Wait, this is a matter of life and death. Don’t joke around. You can’t possibly not know the Moon Palace’s curse techniques! How could Mu Jingyi not teach you Moon Curse techniques!”

Mu Xujing swung his sword horizontally, shifting his target from the black snakes to Jiang Jun.

Jiang Jun hadn’t expected him to turn against him and was caught off guard, falling to the ground. Gan Mao, who was on his back, was attacked by a group of black snakes that wrapped around him and dragged him away.

Qin Yuan watched in stunned silence.

How did our people suddenly start fighting each other?

“You…” Jiang Jun desperately held onto Gan Mao’s hand to prevent him from being taken by the black snakes and maids, while glaring fiercely at Mu Xujing. “What are you doing!”

“What is your relationship with Mu Jingyi?” Mu Xujing pointed his sword at him.

Jiang Jun said irritably: “I don’t have any damn relationship with him!”

Mu Xujing remained unmoved and asked again: “Who are you?”

Jiang Jun struggled against the black snakes, gritting his teeth as he shouted: “Didn’t your mother tell you she had a brother? Who am I? I’m your uncle!”

Gan Mao: What?! Where did you get such a big nephew?!

Yue Liangze and Ling Luo had just arrived in the courtyard when they heard this earth-shattering shout.

Mu Xujing fell silent upon hearing this.

Jiang Miao’s brother?

“What are you waiting for? Save him!” Jiang Jun shouted impatiently. “Are you here to watch the show? Fine, even if you don’t know how to break the Moon Curse, surely you know how to use your sword to kill these cursed things!”

Yue Liangze formed a sword seal and flew forward, his blade cutting through the black snakes. Mu Xujing turned to repel the pursuing maids, giving Jiang Jun a chance to catch his breath.

However, freed from the restraints, Gan Mao uncontrollably walked toward the bridal chamber.

Jiang Jun held onto him and asked again: “You don’t know how to break the Moon Curse?”

Mu Xujing answered expressionlessly: “No.”

Jiang Jun’s expression became hesitant, struggling internally. Gan Mao tried to leave, and Jiang Jun almost couldn’t hold him. Yue Liangze set a restriction to prevent Gan Mao from proceeding, but it was trampled and broken, clearly unable to stop him.

The Moon Curse on Gan Mao had to be removed.

The Moon Curse was an advanced curse technique of the Northern Court’s Moon Palace. Only people from the Moon Palace knew how to break it.

Seeing Gan Mao entangled by black snakes again, Jiang Jun cursed under his breath, bit his fingertip to draw blood, and placed a drop on Gan Mao’s brow, infusing spiritual energy to break the curse.

Seeing this, Mu Xujing’s gaze darkened several degrees.

Ling Luo slightly raised an eyebrow outside.

This Jiang Jun had stolen knowledge of curse techniques.

Gan Mao was even more shocked.

Hadn’t his good friend Jiang Jun been an ordinary person?

How did he have spiritual energy? And how did he know the cultivator’s curse techniques?!

“Keep an eye out. This is my first time breaking this thing. I don’t know if it will work,” Jiang Jun said.

Black snakes surged toward him but were blocked by Yue Liangze and Mu Xujing standing guard in front.

The white fox jumped onto Jiang Jun’s shoulder to watch him break the curse. Yue Liangze gave it a sidelong glance.

The crescent curse mark on Gan Mao’s brow was burned away, the curse broken. He was no longer wooden and dazed. Taking a deep breath as if coming back to life, he patted his chest and exclaimed: “Junju! You scared this young master to death! How do you have spiritual energy? And you know curse techniques? Aren’t you…”

Before he could finish his question, and before Jiang Jun could breathe a sigh of relief, the sky suddenly changed from night to day.

The scene was forcibly switched.

Their position changed from the courtyard to under the eaves of the bridal chamber.

Jiang Jun’s eye twitched slightly as he saw the door of the bridal chamber, decorated with “happiness” characters, open from the inside. Gan Mao, dressed in groom’s attire, came out from within, his demeanor completely that of another person.

He looked disdainful, rubbing his eyes as he yawned, muttering that it was boring and not worth the trouble.

Gan Mao: I didn’t do anything, damn it!

Jiang Jun held his forehead. All their efforts had been in vain.

“The Tower of Destiny is replaying everything that happened in the Zhao mansion, likely related to Zuo Bai True Lord. Some restrictions can’t be interfered with; we can only continue watching.”

Yue Liangze spoke calmly, casually taking back the white fox from Jiang Jun’s shoulder.

Jiang Jun asked: “Would it work if we destroyed the Tower of Destiny?”

“Yes,” Yue Liangze said, “but I can’t destroy it for now.”

The maids went into the room and let out screams of surprise. As it was inappropriate for the men to look, Qin Yuan and the white fox quietly went to take a peek. They returned covering their eyes, pointing at Gan Mao in front and cursing: “Scoundrel! Cad! Beast!”

Gan Mao cried internally: It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!