I'm not a psychopath!

As the day of the ladder competition approaches, Jiang Qing becomes more and more nervous.

The ladder competition is not only a contest of strength, but also a symbol of honor. Being listed on the heavenly list means having a place in Ziyun Sect and even the entire world of immortal cultivation.

Of course, having won the Battle of Luck, he no longer needs to rely on the ladder tournament to prove himself.

But he always had an obsession.

In the past, he had already used up all his strength in challenging the Human Ranking, and the Heavenly Ranking was even more out of his reach.

The top few on the Heavenly Ranking are even Divine Transformation cultivators. He wants to see how strong he is now.

On the day of the competition, the square of Ziyun Sect was crowded with people. Disciples from various peaks gathered together, and the atmosphere was warm and tense.

Jiang Qing stood in the crowd, took a deep breath, and calmed his inner fluctuations.

The bell for the competition rang, and Jiang Qing stepped into the arena. His opponent was a fellow disciple, whose strength should not be underestimated. He was in the late Nascent Soul stage and half a step away from tribulation.

After the two saluted each other, the competition officially began.

Jiang Qing launched the attack first. The wooden sword in his hand drew out sword lights, and each sword contained his deep understanding of swordsmanship.

However, the opponent was no easy opponent and his counterattack was equally fierce. The two swords intertwined in the air, making crisp collision sounds.

As the battle progressed, Jiang Qing gradually felt the pressure. His opponent's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and every attack forced him to go all out.

"I'm afraid it's not just the late Nascent Soul stage. He should have already stepped half a foot into the Spiritual Transformation stage!" Jiang Qing couldn't help but sigh as he felt the power coming.

It is worthy of being one of the immortal sects.

Although he won the battle of luck, the battle of luck was ultimately a battle at the Jindan level.

It was only after he ended the battle of destiny that he relaxed his suppression and became a Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.

But Jiang Qing was not discouraged. He put away the wooden sword and used Long Yuan instead - he wanted to win!

Although his spiritual power is not as good as that of a half-step god, he still has the physique of a physical cultivator. He can make several mistakes, but the opponent can only make one mistake.

"war!"

After a fierce confrontation, Jiang Qing found his opponent's weakness.

He dodged the opponent's sword with a sway of his body, then stabbed out with his sword, aiming directly at the opponent's vital point. Although the opponent reacted quickly, he was still a step too slow and was hit in the shoulder by the tip of Jiang Qing's sword.

The referee announced Jiang Qing as the winner and he successfully advanced to the next round.

Jiang Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew that the next game would be even more difficult.

In the next few days, Jiang Qing won one battle after another, and his swordsmanship and spiritual power control were greatly trained and improved.

In every battle, he gives his all and constantly challenges his limits.

Finally, Jiang Qing stood in the final of the ladder competition. His opponent was a recognized genius disciple in the sect with unfathomable strength.

The duel between the two attracted everyone's attention and became the focus of the entire event.

At the beginning of the game, Jiang Qing and his opponent started a fierce battle. The sword lights of the two collided in the air, and the spiritual power fluctuated everywhere, and the entire arena was shrouded by their power.

With the experience gained during this period, Jiang Qing's swordsmanship has become more sophisticated and he can use his spiritual power more freely.

However, the opponent's strength was indeed strong, and every attack of his made Jiang Qing feel tremendous pressure.

But Jiang Qing did not give up. He had an indomitable fighting spirit in his heart and he wanted to use his own strength to win victory.

In a fierce confrontation, Jiang Qing finally found an opportunity.

He mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and swung his sword. The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor and hit the opponent's vital point.

Although the opponent reacted quickly, he was ultimately unable to dodge completely and was hit by Jiang Qing's sword and defeated.

"Brother, I admit it."

“Congratulations to Junior Brother Jiang for achieving the excellent result of fifth place on the Heavenly Ranking. Among the younger generation of disciples, no one can surpass him.” The Taoist priest opposite clasped his fists.

None of the top three cultivators on the Heavenly Ranking participated in the first round of this ladder tournament.

Therefore, even if Jiang Qing won all the games, he could only rank fifth on the Heavenly Ranking at most. Of course, the fifth place was still only temporary, and he would have to withstand challenges from others in the future.

……

The sun shines through the thin clouds, casting warm light, and the breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance and fresh air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The sky is as blue as water, with a few white clouds floating by occasionally. Birds are singing happily in the woods, jumping on the branches or soaring in the sky.

On the eve of Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui's wedding, the entire mountain was immersed in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

After all, Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui are the "star" cultivators in the sect.

The two of them walked so close to each other every day that even a fool could see that there was something wrong, so soon news spread that they were going to become Taoist couples.

Jiang Qing had never concealed this, and many of the invitations he sent out were open and aboveboard.

In addition, the eldest brother Li Changsheng and Qingsu had already started planning the wedding for the two of them early on.

Today, the entire Ninth Peak, from the sky to the ground, from plants to animals, is full of vitality and vigor, and every detail reveals joy.

As Jiang Qing's eldest senior brother, Li Changsheng paid special attention to the wedding of his junior brother.

He personally selected an auspicious day and invited relatives and friends inside and outside the sect. Even well-known monks from other states and counties received invitations.

Master Qing Su was responsible for arranging the details of the wedding.

She knows how important a wedding is to a couple, so she personally takes care of every detail, from the venue decoration to the banquet menu, striving for perfection.

Master Qingsu also specially prepared a gorgeous wedding dress for Qin Xiaosui. This wedding dress was not only made of exquisite materials, but also embroidered with exquisite patterns, implying a happy marriage for the newlyweds.

The preparations for the wedding were in full swing. In the square of Ziyun Sect, craftsmen were busy building the wedding tent and decorating it with colorful lights and bouquets.

The disciples of the sect also joined in the preparatory work, some of them helped to move items, some participated in the layout, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

On the day before the wedding, Jiang Qing and Qin Xiaosui stood in the square, looking at everything in front of them, their hearts filled with gratitude and anticipation.

Jiang Qing held Qin Xiaosui's hand tightly and said softly, "Xiaosui, tomorrow is our big day. I have lived up to my promise to you."

Qin Xiaosui snuggled in Jiang Qing's arms, tears of happiness flashing in her eyes: "Well, it is my greatest luck to be able to walk through this life with you.

"My husband."

……

the other side.

An old man with white hair and a kind face sat in his simple bamboo room, the candlelight illuminating his pensive face.

His eyes revealed deep emotion, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to record the vicissitudes of time.

Next to the old man was an old friend of the same age. The two had gone through countless hardships together. He asked softly:
"Old man, you seem a little distracted tonight, but are you thinking about your grandson's wedding?"

Jiang Qing's grandfather nodded gently, his voice hoarse and gentle: "Yes, time flies. The childish but mature little kid has now grown up and is getting married." The old friend sighed softly, with a hint of regret in his tone: "It's a pity that you, an old man, can only silently bless them behind the scenes and cannot share this joy with them in front of the stage."

Old Man Zhu smiled slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "I am already very satisfied to watch him grow up step by step, and then to have a family and a career."

The old friend knew how his friend felt and asked softly, "Lao Zhu, do you really have no regrets?"

Old Man Zhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

“As a grandfather, I naturally hope to be able to be present at my grandchildren’s wedding, but seeing them happy is enough for me.

Over the years, I have watched him grow step by step, and his efforts and achievements have far exceeded my expectations."

The old friend patted his old friend on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Then let's have a toast to Jiang Qing here. May they have a happy wedding and live happily ever after."

Jiang Qing's grandfather picked up the wine glass, and the two of them clinked their glasses lightly and drank it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Maybe I can change my identity?

……

In the prosperous imperial capital, Prince Baili Ye’s mansion was brightly lit.

He had just gotten out of his busy government affairs and returned to his study when he saw an exquisite invitation lying quietly on the table. He gently picked up the invitation, opened it, and a surprised smile appeared on his face.

Bailiye's best friend, a scholar who grew up with him, walked into the study room and asked curiously, "Your Highness, what makes you so happy?"

Bailiye waved the invitation in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "It's Jiang Qing's wedding invitation. He's actually going to get married."

The scholar smiled knowingly when he heard this: "Jiang Qing and Your Highness are close friends, and now he has won the battle of destiny. It is rumored that he will be the next national teacher.

On this great day, Your Highness, you must prepare gifts and celebrate properly."

Bailiye nodded and said with emotion: “Yes, the experience of the training camp seems to have happened just yesterday.

How could I be absent from his wedding? Even if there was no battle of destiny, he would still go to Ziyun Sect to celebrate. How could he miss me in the bridal chamber?"

The scholar asked softly, "But Your Highness, as a prince, and now chosen by His Majesty as the successor, you are very busy. Can you really spare the time?"

Bailiye pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "Jiang Qing is not only my best friend, but also a brother in my heart. I must be there on his big day.

As for the affairs of the imperial capital, I will make proper arrangements and ensure that everything proceeds in an orderly manner."

Seeing Bailiye's determination, the scholar smiled and said, "Since Your Highness has made arrangements, I will not say anything more."

……

The ninth peak in Ziyun Sect.

In a quiet courtyard, the door of Qin Xiaosui's boudoir was open, and the female disciples of the sect were moving around in it, busy and orderly.

In front of the dressing mirror, Qin Xiaosui sat upright, staring at herself in the bronze mirror, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes.

The woman in the mirror has picturesque features, and after careful dressing up, she looks even more elegant and refined.

Her cheeks were slightly red, like the morning glow in the sky, revealing an indescribable shyness and joy.

On her forehead, the female disciples used delicate brushstrokes to lightly paint a delicate lotus, adding a touch of freshness and refinement to her temperament.

Qin Xiaosui knew that the most beautiful moment in a woman's life was the day she put on her wedding dress.

And she finally waited for this moment that belonged to her.

What makes her feel even luckier is that the groom is her true love. From the time they met to the time they got to know each other, and then to the time they are together today, everything seems to be destined.

"Junior sister Xiaosui has become much calmer in recent days. Do you feel a little uncomfortable?" A senior female disciple asked with a smile while combing her long hair.

Qin Xiaosui usually has a carefree personality, but in the days leading up to her wedding, she tries hard to show her most quiet side.

"Master said that after becoming a wife, I can no longer be as willful as before." Qin Xiaosui sighed softly, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, "I will pretend for now, and then show my true nature later."

As she was talking, Master Qingsu walked into the room with several disciples. She glanced at the phoenix crown on the table and asked calmly:

"How are you preparing?"

The female disciple beside Qin Xiaosui bowed and replied respectfully: "Once we finish combing Senior Sister Xiaosui's hair, everything will be ready."

Qingsu walked to the dressing table, looked at the increasingly charming Qin Xiaosui in the mirror, and frowned slightly:
"Why don't you put on makeup?"

The so-called applying makeup refers to using delicate powder and rouge to put on makeup for the bride to make her look more delicate and charming.

Qin Xiaosui looked at Qingsu in embarrassment, and said in a coquettish tone, "Master, the powder is too thick. It looks like a layer of wall dust when applied on the face. I'm afraid it will damage my skin."

Qing Su nodded slightly, glanced at the female disciples in the room, and said calmly: "Xiao Sui does not wear makeup, each of you should copy the Heart Sutra ten more times."

The female disciples looked at each other, not daring to say anything, and could only put makeup on Qin Xiaosui again.

After careful dressing up, Qin Xiaosui's face looked even more delicate, like a bud about to bloom.

Qing Su looked at Qin Xiaosui, who was wearing delicate makeup, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is my most lovely and beautiful celestial disciple.

"Elegant and refined, yet dignified."

As the auspicious time approached, the female disciples put the phoenix crown on Qin Xiaosui. Qingsu squinted her eyes, examined her for a moment, and sighed softly, "It's so beautiful."

"You are born beautiful. Even if you are naughty and play in the mud, many disciples in the sect still admire you and call you Little Fairy.

When you put on your wedding dress, you look so elegant and beautiful."

Qingsu knew very well that different women needed different outfits, and Qin Xiaosui was undoubtedly the most suitable person for this wedding dress.

Qing Su continued: "Although Jiang Qing doesn't care much, after becoming a wife, the first thing she should do is to learn to restrain her temper."

Qin Xiaosui sat seriously, listening patiently to his master's teachings.

She knew that after getting married, she would face many new challenges and changes.

“But Jiang Qing… has no father or mother, but does have a mysterious grandfather. I checked, but couldn’t find out.

Anyway, it has little to do with you. Without a mother-in-law, naturally no one will embarrass you." Qingsu's words revealed her concern for Qin Xiaosui.

Qin Xiaosui nodded seriously, "Master seems to understand a lot, but it's a pity that I didn't attend Master's wedding banquet."

Qing Su Dunshan's eyes widened, "What nonsense are you talking about? Master hasn't even gotten married yet!"

"Ah?" Qin Xiaosui looked at Qingsu with an incredible and contemptuous look for single people.

Qingsu was unhappy.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Qin Xiaosui's thigh hard, causing her to burst into tears due to the pain...

(End of this chapter)