“I swear, absolutely not!” Zhang Mingyuan raised his right hand, making a solemn vow.
Su Jinxue raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes. “Then do you dare let me search your soul?”
“Holy crap!”
“Su Jinxue, you vicious woman! We just got our marriage certificate and you're already trying to murder your husband?!”
Seeing him jump in fright, Su Jinxue let out a rare smile.
This time, she surprisingly didn't bicker with Zhang Mingyuan. Instead, she openly admitted it:
“That's right, I am a vicious woman. So, Great Sacred Lord Zhang, are you scared?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head away, covering her crimson lips with her sleeve, and let out an extremely soft cough.
The sound was faint, but it made Zhang Mingyuan frown instantly.
He keenly sensed that something was off and quickly stepped forward. “What's wrong?”
Su Jinxue lowered her sleeve, her expression returning to normal:
“I am a Red Dust Immortal. What could possibly happen to me?”
Zhang Mingyuan stared at her for a couple of seconds. Seeing that her breathing was steady and her complexion rosy, he nodded, agreeing with her in his heart.
Indeed, if a Red Dust Immortal could get hurt so easily, then wouldn't her cultivation have been for nothing?
Time flew by.
Soon, the eighth day of the following month arrived.
This was the auspicious day previously set for their wedding according to the Nine Heavens Immortal Rites.
In fact, at the end of last month, the two had even caused a scene over this.
At the time, Su Jinxue had demanded that Zhang Mingyuan return to Qingyun Heaven and wait. She wanted to prepare a grand bridal sedan carried by eight bearers and bring Myriad Snow Palace's betrothal gifts to “marry” him into her sect.
Zhang Mingyuan immediately protested, asking how a grown man could be married off like a bride!
He had thrown a little tantrum right then and there.
Looking at his reaction, Su Jinxue had smiled slyly and said that there would be no “marrying off” or “marrying in” between them; they would marry as equals.
Later, with Zhang Mingyuan's consent, Su Jinxue used her profound magic to directly move the entire Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground, spanning tens of thousands of miles, right next to Myriad Snow Palace.
In front of the two territories, she expended a massive amount of immortal energy to construct a Platform of Three Lifetimes. This platform was meant to seal their destiny across three lifetimes, engraving their destined affinity for their past, present, and future lives. It was a sacred wedding ground perfectly aligned with the Heavenly Dao.
On the day of the grand wedding.
Red decorations stretched for thousands of miles, thousands of auspicious lights gleamed, and auspicious clouds filled the entire sky.
Su Jinxue wore a bridal crown and gown, looking incomparably beautiful and ethereal.
Zhang Mingyuan wore a bright red wedding robe, looking handsomer than the heavens.
Sacred grounds from all directions arrived to attend the banquet, bearing heavy gifts.
The entire Platform of Three Lifetimes was filled with lingering immortal music, and divine light soared into the sky.
“Great Yan Sacred Ground of the Eastern Wastelands presents one hundred thousand catties of Nine-Transform Fortune Star Iron to offer our congratulations!”
“Myriad Demons Divine Dynasty of the Southern Ridge presents three reverse scales of a primeval true dragon to express our blessings!”
“Spring-Return Valley Sacred Ground presents a stalk of top-grade Yin-Yang Luan-Harmonizing Immortal Grass, wishing the two Sacred Lords the harmony of Yin and Yang, and to cultivate the Great Dao together!”
“Taixu Sacred Ground presents a supreme-grade twin lotus on a single stalk, wishing the Immortal Lord and the Sacred Lord to be of one heart and mind, immortal through ten thousand tribulations!”
The voices announcing the gifts rose and fell in succession. Every single item presented was a supreme treasure capable of causing a bloodbath in the outside world.
Right at this moment, an incredibly rich aroma of pills suddenly permeated the air between heaven and earth.
An alchemy emperor, Daoist Lord Wuchen, arrived riding on auspicious clouds.
He actually chose to use heaven and earth as his cauldron directly in front of the Platform of Three Lifetimes to refine his pills.
In front of all the cultivators in the world, he performed the final step for his two “Fortune Red String Pills.”
He channeled the “Red String” marriage laws of heaven and earth, fusing them into the two pills.
The pills rose, and the refinement succeeded.
Nine transformations and nine grades, causing spectacular phenomena to manifest!
When he finally presented the pills, the Dao blood he coughed up stained the sky red.
On this day, he drank himself into a stupor at the banquet.
Before leaving, he clinked glasses with Zhang Mingyuan one last time. He then took a deep look at Su Jinxue, said nothing, and simply laughed heartily to the heavens as he rode his crane back.
At the banquet tables,
Bai Yao, Chu Jinghong, and a crowd of outstanding disciples from both sacred grounds sat at the same table.
Looking at the grand spectacle of “immortals and gods” gathered across the sky, Bai Yao's eyes widened.
She knew her master was strong and that Myriad Snow Palace was vast, but she had never dreamed that the wedding of her master and master's husband would have such an exaggeratedly grand scale!
Seeing her astonished look, Chu Jinghong said to Bai Yao, “What's there to be surprised about? Our Qingyun Heaven and Myriad Snow Palace were already the strongest forces in the world. Now that Master's Wife has become a Red Dust Immortal, there's even less to say. If the Platform of Three Lifetimes weren't limited in space, every cultivator in the world would have squeezed their way here today!”
Hearing this, Bai Yao was deeply shaken.
She had always thought that the disciples of Myriad Snow Palace called her master “Immortal Lord” simply as an honorific title, just like how she used to call her master's husband “Immortal Zhang.”
She had never expected that her master was actually a legendary immortal!
She knew Myriad Snow Palace held a lofty status, but she had never imagined it would be this high...
The auspicious hour arrived.
A brilliant golden light erupted above the nine heavens as the Heavenly Dao laws manifested in person, reciting the Daoist vows—
“A single marriage certificate, presented to the Heavenly Court.”
“Reported to the nine heavens above, announced to the underworld below.”
“Informing all the sages, proclaiming to the three realms, witnessed by the ancestors of the heavens.”
“With heaven and earth as our witness, the sun and moon share one heart.”
“Should you betray your fair lady, it shall be deemed as defying heaven. The punishment for defying heaven is death and the erasure of your Dao!”
“Should the fair lady betray you, it shall violate the heavenly will. Those who violate the heavenly will shall have their names erased from the three realms!”
As the words fell, a sky full of red marriage merit descended from the heavens.
For the next hundred years, all the guests in attendance would receive a boost from the Heavenly Dao's fortune, granting them fruitful marriages, increased wealth and prosperity, and flourishing descendants.
The guests from all sides were deeply astounded...
Finally, as dusk fell, this grand wedding that had bustled through the entire Xuanling Realm drew to a close.
The clamor gradually faded.
Zhang Mingyuan pushed open the doors of the sleeping palace and entered the bridal chamber, which Nian'an had meticulously decorated.
Red candles flickered inside the hall, emitting a faint scent of ambergris.
Bright red silk drapes hung from the beams, swaying gently in the breeze.
Su Jinxue sat quietly on the edge of the bed, wearing her bridal crown and gown.
Her hands were folded over her lap; clearly, she had been waiting for her husband for a long time.
Standing by the door, Zhang Mingyuan looked at the red silhouette, still feeling as if he were dreaming.
He had actually married this woman he had fought with for five thousand years...
He suddenly recalled how anxious he had been on the day Su Jinxue first became an immortal, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Your nemesis has attained immortality? What should you do?!
For this question, he seemed to have an answer now—just surrender.
Hearing his laughter, Su Jinxue, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shifted slightly. “What are you standing there giggling to yourself for?”
Zhang Mingyuan walked over and sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
He turned his head, looking at the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on her bridal veil, and couldn't help but tease her:
“I'm laughing at you. A dignified Red Dust Immortal eagerly packaging herself up and delivering herself to me. Be honest, did you plan this all along?”
Su Jinxue didn't answer his question. Instead, just like their bickering in the past, she gave a deliberate cold snort and retorted:
“So much nonsense. Are you going to lift the bridal veil or not?”
“Alright, alright. Since my wife has spoken, I'll lift it. I'll lift it, okay?”
With a smile playing on his lips, Zhang Mingyuan picked up the nearby ruyi scepter and gently lifted the dreamlike red veil.
The red silk slid down, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.
The two were extremely close, their warm breaths intermingling beneath the red silk canopy.
Zhang Mingyuan gazed into those crimson eyes he had looked at for thousands of years.
Unlike before, those eyes no longer held coldness and disdain. Instead, they were filled with a tenderness he had never even dreamed of, along with a trace of bashfulness.
The surrounding air seemed to grow thick.
Zhang Mingyuan swallowed hard.
He thought to himself, since she's already my wife now, if I kiss her, it shouldn't count as forcing myself on her anymore, right?
Meanwhile, seeing his Adam's apple bob, Su Jinxue's eyes rippled slightly.
She immediately closed her eyes and leaned forward just a fraction of an inch...
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