How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

On the wedding day, as the first light of dawn touched the horizon, the dark silhouette of a large flying ark appeared in the sky. The flying ark belonged to the Ximen Clan.

Since Wei Chen’s only flying ark had been given to him by Mo Xingyao, it would be embarrassing for him to use it on this occasion.

Also, his Death Star was not appropriate to use for this occasion either. No one in their right mind would use a weapon of mass destruction as a groom’s procession.

Thus, Ximen Hao had given Wei Chen the entire flying ark as a gift to be used as the procession for this occasion.

Wei Chen stood at the ark’s prow, his crimson groom’s robes billowing in the wind. To be honest, he had never worn anything like this before.

He looked down at his clothes, the red ceremonial robes of the groom. They had been tailored from spirit worm and spider silk, then dyed using a technique he didn’t even know the name of. Golden threads had also been embedded into the fabric itself, forming intricate dragon patterns.

It looked extravagantly ostentatious, like a nouveau riche who couldn’t stop himself from showing off his wealth.

Then... his mind wandered back to his previous life.

If he hadn’t died, and if he hadn’t broken up with his girlfriend, Cindy Liu, perhaps this might have been the kind of clothing he would have worn when they got married.

He had never felt so out of place.

And yet, as the ark descended toward the bride’s estate, Thousand Treasure Pavilion, he found himself smiling.

He remembered how, back in his previous world, he used to reminisce about the relationship between his dad and his mom. They were a lovely duo. Sometimes they fought, yes, but they always made up afterward.

At worst, his dad had to sleep with the dog in the living room on the sofa when he pissed off his mom enough.

Wei Chen couldn’t help but chuckle.

He had Max with him, that gluttonous red husky look-alike. He wondered if he should find a sofa and get used to sleeping outside with a dog, just like his dad used to.

While Wei Chen’s mind wandered into his usual nonsense, the flying ark slowly descended as the hundred attendants from the groom’s procession prepared themselves to parade through the area.

On the bride’s side, the estate had fallen into chaos. Every servant and Black Blade Enforcer was running around like a headless chicken.

All of them were already extremely busy by default, but there was one fact that had made them run around like headless chickens.

They couldn’t find their young mistress, Mo Xingyao, anywhere.

And the groom’s procession had already arrived above their estate!

One of the Enforcers was running around while Yin Lan was nervous and nearly collapsing from exhaustion. She had run around the entire estate looking for her mistress.

"Number Three! Number Four! Have you seen Young Miss?" Yin Lan shouted, calling out to the Enforcer team that flew past her as she waited in the courtyard.

"No! Lady Yin, we are still searching!" one of them replied.

"Continue searching!" she ordered.

"Yes, my lady!"

The Enforcers then flew away to continue their search.

Yin Lan was both worried and nervous. She paced back and forth while trying to think of a place where her mistress might be. Then, an idea struck her.

She immediately flew toward the high mountain.

On the side of the cliff, there was a gazebo with a stone table and chairs. On the table sat a chessboard.

The board was set in the middle of a match, a game that had never been finished.

There was also an array set up around it to freeze the board and prevent outside interference. Neither the wind nor other people could move the chess pieces on it.

And there she was.

Mo Xingyao sat on the stone chair, dressed in a red bridal robe, staring at the chessboard.

The chessboard where the game still remained unfinished.

The moment Yin Lan stepped onto the ground, Mo Xingyao noticed her footsteps and looked toward her.

"Sister Yin Lan..." Mo Xingyao uttered before turning back toward the chessboard and continuing.

"I... I should have delayed the wedding. I shouldn’t have gotten married today. But... Father..." Mo Xingyao said reluctantly.

"Young Miss..." Yin Lan didn’t know how she should placate her young miss.

She knew who this chessboard belonged to and why the game had been left unfinished like this, to the point that her lord, Mo Jue, had commissioned an array master to set up a protective array here. It was meant to prevent anyone or anything from moving the chess pieces or interrupting the game that had remained unfinished for so long.

This chessboard...

It belonged to her young miss’s mother.

It was the last match she had played with her husband, Patriarch Mo Jue, before she...

Disappeared...

As Yin Lan hesitated, unsure of how to persuade her young miss, a shadow flew toward the mountain cliff and landed beside the gazebo.

The newcomer was Patriarch Mo Jue. He had arrived the moment he heard that his daughter had disappeared.

"As expected, you are here... You always come here whenever something is amiss..." Mo Jue said with a gentle smile as he walked into the gazebo and gently patted his daughter’s head.

"Do you miss her? Your mother?" he asked.

Mo Xingyao simply nodded.

"I miss her too, every day... every night. I miss her too," Mo Jue said honestly.

"But... I can’t follow her. You know... your mother left us to protect both of us," Mo Jue uttered without caring that Yin Lan was listening.

"I know..." Mo Xingyao nodded before continuing. "That’s why... I wanted to wait for Mother to come down first. I wanted her to see me in my wedding gown, talk with me, and help me comb my hair on my wedding day...."

"I know that we had no chance to bring her back before, but now... Chenchen and his Underworld Palace... they’re so powerful. He might have a way to bring her back if I ask him. He...."

Mo Xingyao let all of her thoughts spill out. She wanted to meet her mother so badly. It was the one wish she couldn’t fulfill on her own.

As for her mother, Yue Qingcheng... she was the Saintess of some major sect in the Immortal Realm. Part of her father’s sword technique had come from her.

Her mother had come down from the Immortal Realm while fleeing from her enemies. She hid here in the Lower Realm while sealing her cultivation to the same level as the average Lower Realm denizen.

Then, she met her father.

At that time, her father was merely a lone cultivator who acted like nothing more than a madman who loved challenging people.

He challenged her mother and lost spectacularly.

One thing led to another, and the two eventually fell in love. Finally, she was born.

Mo Xingyao couldn’t remember much from her childhood. She only remembered that her mother had no choice but to return to the Immortal Realm to protect both of them.

She never understood the reason why.

Her mother had only told her that it was to protect them.

Mo Jue listened to his daughter in silence. When she finally stopped, he reached out and took her hand.

"Yaoyao," he said softly. "Look at me."

She lifted her eyes. They were wet, tears welling up in them, but she did not cry.

"You are about to be married. You are about to become someone’s wife. And a wife... does not ask her husband to risk everything for a wish that may be impossible."

He squeezed her hand.

"I know you miss her. I know you want her here. I want her here too. Every single day. But asking Wei Chen to bring her down from the Immortal Realm... that is not a small request."

"This request... it might cost him his life, his cultivation, his very existence. And you know what? He would do it. He would do it for you. And that is exactly why you cannot ask him. No... you must not ask him..."

Mo Xingyao listened. She knew this as well. That was why she was hiding here, unable to make the decision herself.

She was afraid...

Afraid that her selfishness might get the better of her.

Mo Jue continued, his voice firm but gentle.

"You are no longer a child who can be willful. You are no longer a daughter who can demand the impossible from those who love her. You are about to become a wife. And a wife thinks not only of her own desires, but also of her husband’s safety. A wife should protect her husband from his own recklessness and think about her family."

He smiled, a sad but knowing smile.

"You have waited for your mother for years. You can wait a little longer. A man like Wei Chen... he wouldn’t stay in the Lower Realm for long. Sooner or later, he will ascend, and he will bring you with him. I can see it in his eyes. He’s not the type of man who would ascend and leave his family behind."

He released her hand and gently placed his palm against her cheek.

"At that time, you will have plenty of opportunities to seek your mother. And when she sees you again... she will see you as a beautiful and mature woman, the wife of Wei Chen and the mistress of the Underworld Palace. She will see her grandchildren, and she will be proud of you..."

Mo Jue said this with a smile, his expression mixed with both happiness and sadness.