Chapter 19:The Red Invitation
The mirror in the grand chambers of the Frozen Cloud Summit was made of ancient ice, polished until it reflected the soul. But when I looked into it, I didn't see a soul. I saw a masterpiece of deception.
I adjusted the collar of my new robes. They weren't the grey rags of a prisoner, nor the white uniform of a disciple. They were black, embroidered with crimson thread in the shape of tangled thorns. The fabric was heavy, expensive, and intimidating. It was the uniform of a Villain who had ascended to the throne.
"Hold still, husband," Su Qingxue whispered, stepping out from behind me.
She was wearing a matching robe, though hers was white with the same crimson thorns. Visually, we were a dichotomy: death and purity, shadow and frost. She reached around my waist, tying the intricate knot of my sash. Her hands lingered, pressing against my dantian, checking—always checking—that I was still hers.
"You look dangerous," she murmured, resting her chin on my shoulder, staring at our reflection. "Like a sword that's finally been sharpened."
I met her gaze in the mirror and activated **[Heart of Stone]**. The revulsion I felt at her touch vanished, replaced by a cool, strategic numbness. I smiled—a slow, predatory curl of the lips.
"A sword is useless without a wielder, Qingxue," I said, my voice smooth as velvet. "I'm just dressing the part for the Council. If we're going to announce the wedding, we need to look like we own the place."
"We *do* own the place," she corrected, her eyes darkening. "If the Council objects, I will turn the Hall of Elders into a mausoleum."
"No," I turned around, catching her hands. "No killing today. Not unless I say so."
She frowned, a flicker of her old, uncontrollable madness sparking. "Why? Grand Elder Zhang has been trying to execute you for years. He won't accept this."
"Because," I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear, "killing him is too quick. If he opposes our love, Qingxue... we shouldn't silence him. We should make him watch."
I felt a shiver run through her. The idea of *psychological* torture appealed to her sadistic side in a way simple violence didn't.
"Make him watch," she repeated, her pupils dilating. "Yes. That sounds... delightful."
**[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]**
**[MANIPULATION SUCCESS.]**
**[VILLAINY POINTS: +150.]**
**[CURRENT PHASE: ISOLATION OF THE TARGET.]**
"Let's go," I said, offering her my arm. "The tea is getting cold."
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The Hall of Elders was a cavernous structure built into the side of the mountain, dominated by twelve massive stone thrones. Only seven were occupied. The other five belonged to Elders who had mysteriously "entered seclusion" (died) over the years whenever they disagreed with Su Qingxue.
The air in the room was thick with the pressure of high-level cultivation. When the heavy oak doors boomed open, seven pairs of ancient eyes locked onto us.
Or rather, they locked onto *me*.
I walked in with Su Qingxue on my arm, my head held high. I didn't bow. I didn't tremble. I walked with the arrogance of a man who knows the bomb is already strapped to his chest.
"Su Qingxue!" Grand Elder Zhang's voice boomed like thunder. He sat on the central throne, a withered old man with a beard that reached his knees and eyes that burned with lightning. "You bring the criminal Lin Feng into this sacred hall? Unshackled?"
"He is not a criminal," Su Qingxue said, her voice dropping the temperature in the room by ten degrees. "He is my fiancé."
"He is a mistake!" Zhang roared, slamming his hand on the armrest. Stone cracked. "He has a demonic constitution! He is a stain on the Heavenly Sword Sect! We agreed to keep him alive solely as a cultivation furnace for you, not as a husband!"
The other Elders murmured in agreement.
"A furnace," I repeated, stepping forward before Qingxue could unleash her ice.
My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the murmurs. I looked Grand Elder Zhang in the eye.
"Is that all I am, Elder?" I asked, spreading my arms. "A battery? A resource?"
"You are trash," Zhang spat. "You have no cultivation. You have no status. You exist because we allow it."
I laughed. It was a dry, hollow sound.
"No cultivation?" I whispered.
I didn't explode with power. I didn't reveal my **Origin Core** realm fully. That would be crude. Instead, I let a tiny sliver of my new aura leak out—not Qi, but **Killing Intent**.
The System's **[Heart of Stone]** combined with the trauma of three years in the dungeon had forged a killing intent so pure, so concentrated, that it felt like a needle stabbing into the retina.
The weaker Elders flinched. Zhang narrowed his eyes.
"I exist," I said, walking slowly toward the dais, "because Su Qingxue loves me. And because she loves me, I am the most powerful man in this room."
"Insolence!" Zhang stood up, his lightning aura flaring. "You hide behind a woman's skirt and call it power? I will crush you where you stand!"
He raised his hand. A massive claw of blue lightning materialized in the air, crackling with enough energy to vaporize a mountain.
Su Qingxue moved instantly. Ice spikes erupted from the floor, aiming to intercept the lightning.
"Stop," I commanded.
It was a soft word, spoken without Qi. But Su Qingxue froze. The ice spikes halted in mid-air.
She looked at me, panicked. "Feng'er! He will kill you!"
"Let him try," I said, not breaking eye contact with Zhang.
I stood there, defenseless. I deactivated my Qi shields. I opened my arms wide, exposing my chest to the lethal attack.
"If you strike me down, Elder," I said calmly, "you prove that you are afraid. You prove that the great Heavenly Sword Sect is terrified of one 'crippled' disciple."
Zhang hesitated. The lightning claw hovered inches from my face. The static electricity made my hair stand on end. He was bluffing; he expected me to cower. He expected me to beg.
I stepped closer, until my nose was almost touching the crackling energy.
"Do it," I dared him. "But know this: if I die, Qingxue will burn this sect to the ground. She won't lead it. She won't save it. She will bury it with me."
I turned my head slightly to look at Su Qingxue.
"Won't you, my love?"
Su Qingxue didn't hesitate. Her eyes were glowing with a terrifying violet light. "If he scratches you, I will slaughter his entire bloodline. I will pull the lightning from his veins and strangle him with it."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Grand Elder Zhang looked at Su Qingxue. He saw the truth in her eyes. This wasn't a bluff. She was a ticking time bomb, and I was holding the detonator.
Slowly, furiously, Zhang lowered his hand. The lightning dissipated.
"You... witch," Zhang hissed at her. "You are bewitched by this snake."
"I am in love," Su Qingxue corrected, stepping up beside me and taking my hand. Her grip was iron. "And we are here to deliver an invitation."
I reached into my robe and pulled out a scroll. It was red. Blood red.
"The wedding is in three days," I announced, tossing the scroll to Zhang. He caught it, his face twisting in disgust. "Every Elder is required to attend. You will bring gifts. You will smile. And you will bow."
"And if we refuse?" another Elder asked, his voice trembling.
I smiled.
"Then the reception will be very... empty."
I turned around, pulling Qingxue with me. "Come, wife. We have seating arrangements to plan."
As we walked away, I felt Zhang's gaze boring into my back. I knew he wouldn't let this stand. He would try to assassinate me before the wedding. He would try to "save" the sect.
Perfect.
That was exactly what I needed for Phase Two.
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**The Night Before the Wedding.**
The moon was full, casting a pale, sickly light over the Bamboo Courtyard where I sat. On the stone table in front of me lay a piece of paper and a brush.
**[SYSTEM MISSION UPDATE]**
**[PHASE TWO: ELIMINATE THE ALLIES.]**
**[TARGET: GRAND ELDER ZHANG.]**
**[METHOD: INDUCE BETRAYAL.]**
I wasn't writing a poem. I was forging a letter.
My **[Villain's Deception]** skill allowed me to mimic handwriting perfectly. I was currently copying Grand Elder Zhang's distinct, jagged calligraphy.
*To the Patriarch of the Blood Soul Sect,* the letter read. *The Holy Maiden has gone mad. Her cultivation is unstable due to her attachment to the cripple Lin Feng. Attack during the wedding. I will lower the barrier. In exchange, I want the Sect Master position.*
It was a crude forgery, strategically simplistic. But Su Qingxue didn't need evidence beyond a reasonable doubt. She just needed a trigger.
"What are you writing?"
I didn't jump. I finished the last stroke and set the brush down, turning to face her. Su Qingxue was standing in the doorway of the pavilion, wearing her night robes. She looked restless.
"A vow," I lied effortlessly. "I'm trying to find the right words for the ceremony."
She walked over, her eyes softening. She reached for the paper.
"Don't," I covered it with my hand. "It's bad luck to see it before the altar."
She stopped, pouting slightly. It was bizarre to see the woman who had massacred a city for looking at me wrong pout like a teenager.
"You're hiding something," she said playfully, though the underlying edge of paranoia was there.
"I am," I stood up, sliding the forged letter into my sleeve. "But not this. Come with me."
"Where?"
"I heard a rumor," I whispered, glancing around as if we were being watched. "One of your shadow guards told me... Grand Elder Zhang has been sending messages out of the sect."
Su Qingxue's playfulness evaporated instantly. The temperature dropped. "Messages? To whom?"
"I don't know," I said, feigning worry. "But I saw a courier pigeon leave his peak an hour ago. It was flying toward the Blood Soul territory."
I saw the gears turning in her head. The Blood Soul Sect was our sworn enemy.
"He wouldn't," she whispered. "He hates me, but he is loyal to the Sect."
"Is he?" I asked gently. "He called me a mistake today, Qingxue. He thinks you are compromised. In his mind... betraying you might be the only way to 'save' the Sect."
I placed my hands on her shoulders.
"I'm scared, Qingxue. Not for me. But if they attack during the wedding... if they hurt you..."
"They won't touch me," she snarled. "And if Zhang is a traitor..."
"We need proof," I said, the voice of reason. "We can't just kill a Grand Elder on a hunch. Let's go to his peak. If there is evidence, we will find it."
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**The Raid on Thunder Peak.**
We moved like ghosts. Su Qingxue's stealth techniques were flawless, and I was merely a shadow clinging to her light. We bypassed the perimeter wards of Grand Elder Zhang's estate with ease—mostly because Su Qingxue simply froze the mana flow of the wards before they could trigger.
We landed on the roof of his private study.
"He's inside," Qingxue whispered. "Meditating."
"Check the desk," I urged. "If he's coordinating an attack, the plans would be there."
Su Qingxue phased through the roof tiles like mist. I followed, dropping silently onto the floorboards.
Grand Elder Zhang was indeed meditating in the inner chamber. We were in the outer study.
I moved to the desk. I pretended to rummage through scrolls. Then, with a sleight of hand that would make a street magician weep, I planted the forged letter under a stack of tax reports.
"Found something?" Qingxue appeared at my elbow.
"This..." I pulled the letter out, my hands trembling (acting). "Qingxue... look."
She took the letter. She read it.
I watched her face. I watched the blood drain from her complexion, replaced by a pallor of pure, unadulterated rage. Her eyes didn't just glow; they ignited. The paper in her hands turned to ash instantly.
"He wants to sell us," she whispered. "He wants to sell *me*."
"He wants to kill me," I added, pouring oil on the fire. "He specifically mentions lowering the barrier so they can target the 'cripple'."
"He is dead," she said. It wasn't a threat. It was a fact.
"Wait!" I grabbed her arm. "If you kill him now, the other Elders will revolt. They don't know he's a traitor. They'll think you've finally lost your mind."
"I don't care!"
"I do!" I hissed. "I want a wedding, Qingxue! I want to marry you in peace! If you start a civil war tonight, we get no wedding!"
That stopped her. The wedding was her obsession.
"Then what do we do?" she demanded, shaking with the effort to hold back her Qi.
"We wait," I said, a cruel smile forming on my lips. "We let him come to the wedding. We let him think he's won. And then... when he steps forward to give his blessing..."
I leaned in close.
"We reveal his treason. And we execute him on the altar. As a sacrifice to the Heavens. A blood offering for our union."
Su Qingxue looked at me. Her breathing was ragged. Then, a dark, ecstatic flush spread across her cheeks.
"A blood offering," she murmured. "Red for the bride. Red for the groom. Red for the traitor."
She grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
"You are brilliant, husband. You are absolutely wicked."
**[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]**
**[VILLAINY POINTS: +500.]**
**[GRAND ELDER ZHANG FATE: SEALED.]**
**[SU QINGXUE LOYALTY: ABSOLUTE.]**
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**The Wedding Day.**
The Blood Moon Pavilion was decorated in crimson silk. It looked less like a wedding venue and more like the inside of a beating heart.
Hundreds of disciples stood in formation, terrified into silence. The Elders sat in the front row, looking uncomfortable. Grand Elder Zhang sat in the place of honor, looking smug. He believed his "allies" from the Blood Soul Sect were gathering at the gates.
He didn't know I had already sent an anonymous tip to the Blood Soul Sect that it was a trap, so they weren't coming. He was waiting for backup that didn't exist.
Music played—a haunting melody on the guqin.
I stood at the altar. I wore the black and red robes. I looked every inch the Demon Lord.
Su Qingxue walked down the aisle.
She was breathtaking. And terrifying. Her dress was woven from Spirit Spider silk, dyed red with what I suspected was not dye. Her veil was sheer, revealing her violet eyes, which were fixed solely on me.
She reached the altar. We turned to face the Elders.
"Today," the officiant stammered, "we unite the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter in..."
"Skip the boring parts," Su Qingxue commanded.
"Right! Uh... does anyone object to this union?"
Grand Elder Zhang stood up. He checked the time. He thought the attack was starting now.
"I object," Zhang declared, his voice ringing out. "This union is cursed. And today, the Heavens will cleanse this sect!"
He raised his hand, signaling for the barrier to fall.
Nothing happened.
The birds chirped. The wind blew. No Blood Soul army appeared.
Zhang blinked. He tried again. "I said... the Heavens will cleanse this sect!"
Silence.
I stepped forward, holding a cup of wine.
"Waiting for someone, Elder?" I asked politely.
Zhang looked at me, panic setting in. "You... what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," I said. "But *you* did."
I pulled out the charred remains of the letter (I had made a copy).
"Grand Elder Zhang," I announced to the crowd, my voice amplified by Qi. "Conspiring with the Blood Soul Sect. Attempting to open the gates to our enemies. Treason."
The crowd gasped. The other Elders looked at Zhang in horror.
"It's a lie!" Zhang screamed, his lightning flaring. "It's a forgery!"
"Is it?" Su Qingxue stepped forward. She didn't look at the letter. She looked at Zhang like he was a bug. "My husband found it. Are you calling my husband a liar?"
"He is a demon!" Zhang roared, abandoning all pretense. He launched himself at me, a spear of lightning forming in his hand. "Die!"
"Qingxue," I said softly. "My gift."
Su Qingxue moved.
She didn't use ice. She used her bare hand. She caught the lightning spear.
*CRACK.*
She shattered the energy construct. Then, in a blur of motion, she was in front of Zhang. She grabbed his beard with one hand and his throat with the other.
"You tried to ruin my wedding," she whispered.
She slammed him into the floor of the altar. The stone exploded.
Zhang coughed blood, trying to summon his domain, but Su Qingxue's domain—**[Absolute Zero]**—was already active. His blood froze in his veins.
"Please..." Zhang gasped, looking at the other Elders for help. None of them moved. They were paralyzed by fear.
"Feng'er said we need a sacrifice," Su Qingxue said, drawing a beautiful, ornate dagger from her sleeve.
She looked at me. "Do you want the honors, husband?"
I looked at the old man. I looked at the knife.
If I killed him, I crossed a line. I became a killer.
If I didn't, I looked weak.
I walked over. I took the dagger.
I knelt beside Zhang.
"You were right," I whispered so only he could hear. "I am a demon. But you know what the problem with righteous men like you is, Zhang?"
I placed the tip of the blade over his heart.
"You underestimate how much fun it is to be the bad guy."
I pushed the blade down.
*Thud.*
Grand Elder Zhang stopped moving.
Blood pooled on the white stone, mixing with the red silk.
I stood up, my hands stained crimson. I turned to the horrified crowd. I raised the bloody dagger.
"The sacrifice is accepted!" I proclaimed.
"Long live the Holy Son!" a terrified disciple screamed from the back.
"Long live the Holy Son!" the rest chanted, desperate to survive.
Su Qingxue looked at me. She looked at the blood on my hands. Her eyes rolled back slightly in ecstasy.
"You killed for me," she breathed.
She grabbed my bloody hand and pressed it against the white of her wedding dress, leaving a stark, red handprint over her heart.
"Now," she said, her voice trembling with desire. "Kiss the bride."
I leaned in. The smell of blood and ozone was overwhelming. I kissed her.
And as the crowd cheered for the monsters on the altar, the System chime rang out one final, damning time.
**[MISSION COMPLETE: THE RED INVITATION.]**
**[VILLAIN RANK UP: TIER 2.]**
**[NEW TITLE UNLOCKED: THE KING OF HYPOCRITES.]**
I deepened the kiss, closing my eyes.
*One down,* I thought. *Six Elders to go.*
**[CHAPTER 20... END]