The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

He knew his master's temperament; he had always deeply abhorred things like "human-demon love," which was "against moral principles" and "disgraced the family."

Going there would only be pointless and ruin my mood.

And so, the wedding took place in such a simple, hasty, and even somewhat "shabby" manner.

There were no elaborate betrothal rites, no grandparents in attendance, no guests filling the hall, and no elaborate wedding procession.

The date was set for the day after the successful proposal.

The location is Qingping Peak, in the small courtyard where they have lived for hundreds of years.

Li Baitian changed out of his usual martial arts attire and put on a brand new dark robe embroidered with green bamboo and auspicious cloud patterns. He also tied his hair up with a jade crown. He looked less like a free spirit and more like a calm and serious man.

Su Hongxiu put on her most cherished wedding dress, which had been kept at the bottom of a trunk for countless years, as if she had been waiting for this day.

The bright red fabric, as if woven from the sunset and the blood of one's heart, feels warm to the touch. Embroidered on it with gold thread and colorful velvet are twin lotus flowers and mandarin ducks playing in the water, the stitches are fine and intricate, shimmering with light.

The wedding dress was perfectly tailored, outlining her slender yet exquisite waistline just right, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a section of her fair and jade-like neck.

She carefully styled her long pink hair into a woman's bun, and inserted a "warm jade hairpin" that Li Baitian had obtained during his early travels and treasured, which was said to have the effect of calming the mind and stabilizing the soul. With a little makeup, she was already breathtakingly beautiful and radiant.

Only Lu Zixu and Wang Chuzheng were present at the ceremony.

Lu Zixu temporarily took on the roles of "master of ceremonies" and "wedding officiant".

There were no elaborate formalities; only an incense table was set up in the courtyard to worship heaven and earth.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

Li Baitian and Su Hongxiu stood side by side, bowing deeply to the heavens and the earth. They thanked heaven and earth for allowing them to meet, know each other, and fall in love.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

The seat in the main hall was empty. The two people bowed again at the empty seats.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

Li Baitian and Su Hongxiu stood facing each other, their eyes meeting.

He looked at the happiness and love that almost overflowed in her eyes, and she looked at the deep, unwavering tenderness in his eyes.

The two bowed down to each other at the same time.

This bow is a vow to stay together through life and death, to never leave each other.

Even if the term of this vow may only last for a short month.

"The ceremony is complete!"

Lu Zixu's voice, tinged with a barely perceptible sob, announced loudly.

There were no boisterous congratulations, no playful wedding night.

Only the gentle mountain breeze and rustling bamboo forest seemed to be sending silent blessings to this special couple.

Li Baitian stepped forward and gently took Su Hongxiu's hand.

Her hands were small and soft, slightly cold at the moment, and trembling slightly.

"Hongxiu," he whispered, his gaze tender enough to melt hearts, "from this day forward, you will be my wife."

"Yes!" Su Hongxiu nodded vigorously, tears welling up again uncontrollably, but these were tears of happiness. "My husband!"

She could finally call him "husband" legitimately.

Lu Zixu and Wang Chuzheng watched this scene in silence, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. They presented the congratulatory gifts they had prepared beforehand—not particularly valuable, but a token of their goodwill.

Then, he tactfully took his leave, leaving this small space to the newlywed couple who were destined to be separated by life and death.

The day after the wedding.

Li Baitian then took Su Hongxiu and left Qingping Peak, Hanmo Mountain Range, and Fushui Immortal Sect.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone, but left a simple message talisman for his senior brother Lu Zixu, informing him that he would be traveling with his newlywed wife.

Then, he rode the pale blue ink-wash sword light, carrying his little fox demon wife who was nestled close to him, her face full of happiness and wonder, and flew gracefully towards the famous mountains, rivers, and bustling cities of the Central Plains.

He wanted to use this last month to travel around with Hongxiu, enjoying the scenery and having fun.

He wanted to compress all the world's most beautiful scenery, most interesting sights, and sweetest moments into this short month and give them all to her.

So that in the long years to come without him, she can have enough beautiful memories to support her through it all.

This was the last and all the tenderness and compensation he could give her.

The light pierced through the clouds and mist, quickly leaving the familiar Hanmo Mountains behind, crushing them into blurry patches of color. The magnificent landscape rushed past beneath my feet, while ahead lay an endless sea of ​​clouds.

Su Hongxiu hugged Li Baitian tightly around the waist, pressed her face against his broad back, and felt his warm body temperature and steady heartbeat. Her heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of happiness and security.

She chattered on about her dreams for the future, planned her travel route, and imagined a wonderful life of raising children and growing old together on Qingping Peak.

Li Baitian simply smiled and listened patiently, occasionally chiming in with a few words, but his eyes were filled with endless tenderness, and deep within them, a lingering sadness and resolute determination.

Red embroidery...

I am sorry.

I long to see all the beautiful scenery in the world with you, and to have children with you and grow old together.

But my journey has come to an end.

A month later, the True Lord Ceremony on Taihua Peak in the Yuntai Mountains will be my burial place, my final stage.

To die at the hands of a true lord, on such a grand and solemn occasion, perhaps it's not so bad?

At least, it's more heroic than living a mediocre life and dying in bed.

It's just that you've suffered.

You will suddenly receive the devastating news a month later that your newlywed husband has "collided with the Purple Void True Lord and been killed on the spot."

To leave you alone, clutching those sweet memories that haven't yet cooled, to face the cold and long rest of your life.

I'm sorry, Hongxiu.

I cannot tell you even a fraction of the truth.

This play must continue.

My "death" must be caused by "colliding with True Lord Zixu".

Only in this way can we provide a "reasonable" excuse for our master's next move.

The calculations behind it all, the cold, hard game, the power struggle and helplessness between these true masters…

Not a single word can be leaked.

Let me carry all the secrets, all the schemes, all the guilt and reluctance...

Under the spotlight, he made a grand entrance as "Qingping Hero" Li Baitian...

Go to your death.

Li Baitian looked up at the endless blue sky and white clouds in front of him, and took a deep breath of the free air, which carried a sense of detachment.

Then, he tightened his arms, holding his little fox demon wife behind him even closer.

"Hongxiu, hold on tight. Your husband will take you to see all the wonders of this world," he whispered, his voice carried away by the wind.

"Yes!" Su Hongxiu nodded vigorously, her face beaming with a bright, sunny smile.

The light accelerated, transforming into a streak of light that disappeared into the distant horizon.

It carried a newlywed couple, deeply in love, and also a love story destined to be short-lived, as vibrant as summer flowers, yet as tragic as autumn leaves…

The final journey.