Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 294 - 99: The Last Dance

At the foot of Cloud Bamboo Mountain.

Beside a cliff.

A woman in a black robe stood desolately, her head lifted toward the full moon in the sky.

Her entire body was cloaked in a black robe, and her face was covered by a cold, eerie mask. The mountain wind blew, causing the robe to flutter against her body, revealing a graceful silhouette.

However, the woman seemed to be shrouded in a chilling, gloomy aura, even the bright moonlight could not illuminate her.

After a long time, she let out a soft sigh, her voice uncharacteristically gentle and soft instead of hoarse.

The mountain wind blew through the bamboo grove, the rustling of bamboo leaves sounded like the commencement of dance music.

Ling seemed to remember something, her red lips under the mask slightly pursed, and her body began to sway gently.

For a moment, her long hair danced, her waist swayed, and her feet seemed to tread on ripples.

The dance moves were not in the least inferior to those of the skilled dancers on Cloud Bamboo Mountain, with an added touch of the Eastern Cultivator’s charm and gentleness. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

This dance finally dispelled the gloom surrounding her, the moonlight fell upon her, her dance elegant, her form like water.

It was a pity that this beautiful dance could only bloom in solitude and cold.

A moment later, the wind ceased and the dance came to an end.

The fluttering black robe fell back over Ling’s body, concealing the fleeting glimpse of her curves.

"Minglan, I’m sorry, I will ensure your death is painless."

Ling stood silently again, murmuring as she gazed up at the full moon.

"That won’t do."

At this time, Mo Sha emerged from the bamboo grove, clapping his hands:

"Ling, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you dance. Indeed, apart from Yun Wu, no one can compare to you."

Ling’s body tensed slightly, her voice returned to a raspy tone as she bowed to Mo Sha:

"Young Master, may I kill Si Minglan with my own hands?"

Mo Sha laughed, but his voice was cold: "Si Minglan is the twentieth on the Beauty Ranking. Such a great beauty, of course, I want to turn her into my Corpse Concubine! Ling, you’ve overstepped!"

Ling’s body trembled, her fists clenched tightly before finally relaxing.

"Yes, Young Master, I was wrong."

...

On Cloud Bamboo Mountain.

The Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival.

Under the surprised gaze of the crowd, Si Minglan gracefully walked to the center.

"Third Senior Sister, can you dance?"

Fang Xue was astonished.

"Hey, Fox Spirit, don’t you pretend now!"

Liu Su sneered.

Qin Gengyun, Niantang, and Mo Xiaolan also looked at her, Si Minglan glanced around, exuding a wave of charm, and chuckled coquettishly:

"I learned to dance in the Imperial Music Bureau since I was young. Lords, witness if this humble one’s dance pleases your eyes."

She seemed to revert to that alluring, seductive Third Senior Sister on Xiyue Peak, also to the charming fairy who captivated Qin Gengyun at first sight in Yunling Town.

"Third Senior Sister?"

"Si Minglan?"

In the midst of the crowd’s puzzled looks, the Cloud Bamboo people erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Si Minglan glanced around, her eyes were alluring, her waist swayed like a peach tree branch.

She suddenly lifted her right leg, standing straight, spinning rapidly on one foot.

For a moment, her dress fluttered, her long hair danced, her feet seemed to tread on ripples.

An astonished gasp arose, and mesmerized gazes fell upon her, Si Minglan raised her snowy white neck, her face layered with seductive allure like flowing water.

Instantly, it was as if she returned to the Imperial Music Bureau, becoming that Official Courtesan who existed solely to please men.

Soon after, the spin ceased, Si Minglan’s movements transformed from wild and bewitching to gentle and graceful.

This was not the dance taught by the Imperial Music Bureau solely to please men, but the dance her Second Senior Sister taught her on Xiyue Peak.

Back then, Master Sang Yue saved Si Minglan and took her to Xiyue Peak, yet Master often secluded herself, and Senior Sister Ye Xiyue taught her instead.

But Ye Xiyue only passed on skills and showed no care for Si Minglan.

At that time, Si Minglan was lonely, insecure, with no friends on Xiyue Peak, often waking from nightmares of being violated by men.

Later, the Second Senior Sister returned from her training outside.

Second Senior Sister was like a ray of sunlight, shining into Si Minglan’s cold and lonely life.

Second Senior Sister taught her swordsmanship, sparred with her, and even taught her to dance during their leisure time.

Those years were the happiest times for Si Minglan.

And now, the dance she performed was her Second Senior Sister’s "Wanrou Dance."

Senior Sister Wan, I am soon to die, perhaps we’ll never meet again.

This is my final dance.

"Third Senior Sister... seems to be crying?"

Fang Xue watched Si Minglan dance gracefully, yet could sense her sorrow.

Qin Gengyun also noticed Si Minglan’s tears and couldn’t help but sigh.

Along the way, although Si Minglan had never shown any signs of despair, she ultimately had only a few months left to live. Who could remain calm and collected facing their own death?

Amidst a chorus of amazed exclamations, Si Minglan’s dance concluded.

The Cloud Bamboo people, known for their singing and dancing, surrounded her with praises upon seeing her dance so well. Several bold men even invited her to dance with them.

Si Minglan smiled and politely declined, silently returning to her seat, where Ye Xiyue’s cold voice came from beside her:

"Was this dance taught to you by Wei Wan?"

Wei Wan, the Second Senior Sister on Xiyue Peak, the fifteenth on the Beauty Ranking.

Renowned worldwide for her dance.

Si Minglan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

Ye Xiyue said indifferently: "What use is it to teach you such things?"

Si Minglan sneered: "Do I need to learn from Senior Sister to be given to the Senior Brother by you? Senior Sister, since Senior Brother Zheng desires you, why don’t I teach you how to serve a man? Pleasing Zheng Shengmo well may earn you some benefits between his legs."

Ye Xiyue’s eyes flashed like lightning, her long hair danced, Si Minglan was oppressed by her Spiritual Power’s intimidation and could hardly breathe.

But soon, two streams of Spiritual Energy shielded her, Si Minglan was stunned: "Qin Gengyun, Niantang?"

Qin Gengyun and Niantang stood in front of Si Minglan, Qin Gengyun coldly said: "Xiyue Fairy, conducting such despicable acts, are you worthy of being called a Fairy?"

Ye Xiyue slowly stood up, Qin Gengyun already held an embroidery needle in his hand, and Si Minglan stood with him.

The tension between the two sides was palpable, when suddenly cheers erupted around them.

"The guests have already performed, Yun Wu can now enter!"

"Yun Wu!!"

The Cloud Bamboo people cheered, the children jumping and singing a nursery rhyme:

"Yun Wu’s face, oh, those captivating eyes~~"

"Yun Wu’s waist, oh, that slicing knife~~"

"Yun Wu’s legs, ah, bewitching mountain spirits~~"

"One hundred thousand Cloud Bamboos, oh, not as good as one dance~~"

Liu Su tapped on the singing Yun Xing: "Hey, is this Yun Wu really as beautiful as you sing?"

Yun Xing glared at her: "Sister Yun Wu is the best woman in the world!"

Liu Su snorted: "How many women have you seen? The Immortal Flying Pavilion must be idle, choosing a woman no one has seen as the first on the Beauty Ranking, maybe she’s not even as good as me!"

In the next moment, Liu Su’s voice abruptly stopped, staring dumbly toward a bamboo grove in the distance.

Suddenly, the lively Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival fell silent.

Amidst the lush bamboo grove, under the bright moonlight, a slender and graceful figure slowly emerged.