The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 114 - 111 The Whole Family are Drama Queens; The Goddess’s Sacrifice Begins

Chapter 114: Chapter 111 The Whole Family are Drama Queens; The Goddess’s Sacrifice Begins

Clan Leader Lan Shu saw Qin Zhao crying bitterly, the little baby in utter distress, and was momentarily moved by the sight but ultimately her expression turned determined.

She had already given that man a choice, and since he decided to abandon his wife and child, he should pay the price!

Moreover, to save her people, she had no other choice.

Lan Shu stepped forward and asked, "Have you made your decision?"

Her voice carried a hint of seduction, "As long as you choose to stay here and marry me, all the women of the Gulan Clan will serve you as their lord, and you can do whatever you want with us.

And you won’t even need to work, we will take care of you, preparing delicious food for you each day."

The previous man, upon hearing these words, his eyes practically sparkled and he urged her to marry quickly.

Lan Shu thought of Kang Youfu’s sleazy demeanor and felt nauseated.

If it weren’t for the sacrifice to the Goddess, she would have killed that man long ago.

But this time, the man was quite handsome.

What a pity.

He too had to accompany the Goddess!

After Lan Shu finished speaking, the two elders stared intensely at Chu Yan.

Chu Yan felt as if he was a piece of coveted meat.

He spoke expressionlessly, "I have decided, I plan to stay here."

After speaking, he looked towards Qin Zhao.

"Zhaozhao, you stay as well. I cannot abandon you and our child, but I think this place is really quite nice. You can stay and accompany them alongside me."

The two elders, upon hearing Chu Yan’s words, silently sneered.

They thought how these foolish men each fancied themselves luckier than the last.

Lan Shu also felt that Chu Yan was a deceitful and heartless man in appearance only.

But to keep him, she then told Qin Zhao, "Yes, Miss Qin, you should stay. My people are very friendly and will treat you and your child well."

Qin Zhao somehow produced a handkerchief and wiped away nonexistent tears.

"Wuuu, I can’t bear to leave my husband."

Her face was pale, clutching tightly at Chu Yan’s sleeve.

Perfectly disguising a wife bereft of her husband.

"Waaahhh! Daddy!"

Tengshe, the little baby, continued to bawl, "I don’t want to leave Daddy!"

Chu Yan’s forehead twitched, "Then you all stay."

Qin Zhao sniffled, sobbing, "But I don’t want to share you with anyone else."

"I’ve already decided to stay here forever. If you can’t accept that, leave tomorrow. The child can stay; people here will take care of him."

Chu Yan’s expression was cold, playing the ruthless and unfaithful husband.

Tengshe turned and hugged Qin Zhao desperately, "No! I don’t want to leave Mommy! Mommy, you stay too! We have to be together forever!"

Lan Xi hurried over and upon seeing this scene, was utterly dumbfounded.

This family, they were truly spectacular actors!

If he didn’t know the truth, he would have believed that Chu Yan really did abandon his wife and child!

Qin Zhao stared at Tengshe in distress, her face full of pain, finally making up her mind.

"Then I’ll stay!"

Chu Yan coldly nodded, "That’s more like it."

Lan Shu watched this scene with satisfaction and said to them, "Since you’ve decided, why wait? Let’s prepare for the wedding tomorrow. I’ll go notify the priest."

"Yes, let’s hold the wedding as soon as possible!"

"Once we’re married, you’ll be the new master of our Gulan Clan!"

The other two elders spoke eagerly.

A smile suitably spread across Chu Yan’s face.

"Okay, do I need to prepare anything?"

"No need, we’ll take care of everything."

Lan Shu smiled at him, "Once the wedding is over, you won’t have to do anything either, just enjoy it. That’s the custom here, men are everything!"

Qin Zhao internally clicked her tongue, this woman’s way of seducing men was downright lethal.

Any ordinary man, hearing these words and seeing these beautiful women surrounding him, asking him to be their lord, might just float up to the skies, really thinking he’s the Emperor.

It wasn’t without reason that Kang Youfu fell for this and ended up being sacrificed.

"I’ll go back to rest then, come notify me tomorrow."

Chu Yan briefly smiled at Lan Shu, abandoning his cold demeanor.

He was naturally handsome, and even Lan Shu paused for a moment, bemused.

Lan Shu couldn’t help feeling an illusion that he really wanted to stay.

Chu Yan then took Qin Zhao’s hand, leading along "she who was heartbroken and grief-stricken," and their little baby covered in tears and snot, back home.

Lan Xi followed them, his expression complicated.

Once home, back in their room, Qin Zhao cheerfully asked, "Did I act convincingly just now?"

Tengshe wiped his face with his sleeve, "I was very moving too, okay? The clan leader seeing me cry all the time, probably couldn’t bear to make me stay!"

Chu Yan’s mouth twitched, he suddenly realized that these three being under one roof might not be a coincidence.

Not long after they got home, the clan leader sent the wedding clothes.

It was traditional Gulan Clan attire, but slightly different from what the women wore, made of fine red fabric embroidered with dragon and phoenix designs, resembling ancient costumes.

"Try it on to see if it fits," the girl who delivered the clothes said, "If it doesn’t, we’ll take it back for alterations."

The young girl found the groom, looking so handsome this time, a bit embarrassing.

Such a beautiful man, the Goddess should be pleased, right?

Suddenly, she envied the Goddess. What was she like?

"Thank you."

Chu Yan accepted the clothes with a cold expression.

He went to his room to change, and Zhaozhao turned her back to him to give him some privacy.

When Chu Yan had changed, he truly stunned her.

The bright red fabric made his snow-white skin stand out even more, his cold and handsome features accentuated by the red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, giving him a somewhat enchanting allure.

The traditional wedding attire, complete with a belt, made his figure appear even more upright, his broad shoulders and narrow waist reminiscent of a noble young master from an ancient painting.

Zhaozhao stared at him for a long while, unable to stop herself from thinking about incidents from their past lives.

If they were to be married, perhaps he would look as handsome as this in his wedding clothes.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Chu Yan approaching.

"Does it look good?"

He leaned in close to her, lips curved in a smile.

Chu Yan’s handsome face suddenly filled her view, catching Zhaozhao off guard.

"It’s okay."

She couldn’t help but turn her face away, but Chu Yan caught her chin and turned her face back to him.

Chu Yan teased her, "What did you call me in front of Lan Shu earlier? Say it again."

"That was just acting..."

Zhaozhao glared at him, her cheeks reddening, perhaps because of the reflective glow from his wedding attire.

Chu Yan chuckled lightly, let go of her chin, and didn’t tease her further.

He took off the clothes and said to the girl who delivered them, "It fits very well, no need for adjustments."

In the room, Zhaozhao touched her own cheeks, which felt burning hot.

Chu Yan, that damn seducer!

Using his beauty to entice her!

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The next day quickly arrived, and red silk adorned the entire clan grounds.

When Chu Yan, dressed up, stepped out, all the women’s gazes converged on him.

Their eyes filled with amazement, they stared intently at Chu Yan.

Seeing their reactions, Zhaozhao pursed her lips, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

She grabbed a piece of red fabric, placed it over Chu Yan’s head, and said earnestly, "Since you’re entering into our clan by marriage, you’re marrying the Clan Leader, so the bride should wear a veil."

Discovering that the red fabric hid Chu Yan’s face, the others turned their gaze away.

Underneath the red fabric, Chu Yan’s lips curled up.

The Clan Leader led people to take Chu Yan to the riverbank where a crowd had gathered and a platform had been erected.

Three or four people dressed oddly were dancing and casting spells on the platform while other clan members sang strange songs.

Zhaozhao finally saw the Gulan Clan’s Priest and felt the fluctuations of Spiritual Power from her.

The Priest looked about the same age as Lan Shu, but Lan Xi mentioned that the Priest had lived for several hundred years.

From every aspect, this Priest was no ordinary person.

Could she be a Cultivator?

After various rituals concluded, Chu Yan was taken to a boat adorned with red silk.

He had already removed the red fabric and looked towards Zhaozhao’s direction.

To avoid other people noticing anything unusual, he quickly withdrew his gaze after a glance.

Lan Shu, clad in a bright red robe, said to Chu Yan, "You sit on the boat and circle the river; that completes the ritual. When you return, you will be the new master of the Gulan Clan!"

Chu Yan nodded, his face wearing a perfectly measured smile.

The Priest’s Spiritual Power activated on the boat and cast a spell with fresh blood, causing the small boat to set off on its own.

Those remaining on the riverbank continued with other rituals.

Zhaozhao and Tengshe took the opportunity when they were unobserved, left the riverbank, and arrived at a corner the boat would surely pass—an information Lan Xi had given them.

A few minutes later, Chu Yan’s boat floated by, out of sight from the clan on the shore.

Tengshe transformed into a small bracelet and hung itself on Zhaozhao’s wrist. Zhaozhao channeled Spiritual Power into her feet, lightly tapped the water surface, and moved closer to the small boat.

Chu Yan didn’t expect her to be able to tread water, looking a bit surprised.

But in the next second, his face went pale.

"Zhaozhao, be careful!"

He called out softly, just as a surge of black fog rose from under the boat.

A monstrous shadow loomed beneath the green river water.

Sinister red tendrils emerged from the river, suddenly grabbing Zhaozhao’s ankle, trying to drag her into the water!

Zhaozhao pulled out the dagger she carried, swiftly severing the tendril.

But immediately, dozens more tendrils burst forth to attack her!

Sanguine and sticky, they carried a foul stench.