78 Chapter 78

◎Wedding*Newlyweds◎

The wedding day was very lively.

Many immortal masters and venerable ones came to celebrate. Pei Xueyan greeted people for a while, but she was so tired that she went back to bed to rest.

When I woke up, all the immortals had already left.

Hearing footsteps outside, she immediately got up, put on her headdress, straightened her wedding dress, and went out to greet them.

Jiang Qiye was dressed in a purple brocade robe, with black hair and a jade crown. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle and his demeanor was elegant. He had no coldness at all.

This is exactly how they looked when they first met.

Pei Xueyan was momentarily stunned. She ran over, grabbed his hand, and looked up at him with a smile that made her eyes crinkle: "Husband! My dear husband! My good husband, my good husband!"

She jumped on him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and held his neck tightly, planting several kisses on his face.

The headdress on her head was heavy and suffocating, and she found it in the way, so she took it off and threw it aside.

Jiang Qiye pulled her to the wedding table, looked down at her and asked with a smile, "Is this wedding dress easy to take off?"

Pei Xueyan chuckled and began to untie her wedding dress.

He grabbed her hand to stop her, shaking his head helplessly: "No rush."

After saying that, he picked up the walnuts on the table, cracked open the hard shells with his bare hands, picked out the most intact walnut kernel, and put it to her mouth.

"The human heart is a terrible thing; it goes around and around, but in the end, it always returns to where it started. Yet, I am truly happy."

Pei Xueyan chewed on a walnut kernel, tilted her head, and asked, "What's so scary about people's hearts? My heart isn't scary at all."

He shook his head with a faint smile, slowly peeling peanuts as he looked down: "In the past, I practiced the 'Tranquility Manual,' thinking that the ultimate tranquility was ruthlessness, that severing the ties of love would allow me to comprehend the Great Dao and ascend to the pinnacle of immortality. Back then, I scoffed at how foolish people were, trapped by love, and laughed at my past self for willingly sacrificing my cultivation and being bound by worldly affairs for you—utterly idiotic. I even felt that Master's decision to sever my emotional roots was completely unnecessary."

He paused for a moment, and then the peanut shells were peeled off one by one and fell to the ground, revealing plump peanut kernels inside.

"But later I realized that the heart is alive. It can hurt, it can miss, it can be hurt, it can involuntarily seek out familiar warmth, and it can repeatedly indulge in those past experiences that make it feel comfortable, without any control over itself."

Pei Xueyan understood, and excitedly cupped his face, saying, "Brother, your love root has grown? How did it grow so fast? I heard that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but yours has sprouted so quickly?"

Jiang Qiye smiled, pursing his lips, and clutched the peeled peanuts, red dates, and walnuts in his palm. "Love is not some kind of plant; it doesn't need to sprout and grow branches. With a single thought, it flourishes."

"What? What is that?"

He held her hand and gently pressed it against his heart: "As long as it's still beating, it will beat for you again and again."

Pei Xueyan's tears fell without warning.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and cried uncontrollably.

He put one arm around her waist and carried her to the bed.

For some reason, he fed her a red date, and she took something from his hand and gave him a walnut in return. They were both ordinary flavors, but she ate them with great joy.

He touched the belt around his waist and said with a smile, "Tightened this much?"

Pei Xueyan retorted, "It's not tight, it's very loose, feel it."

He did as he was told and reached out to tug at the waistband of the wedding dress. It was a little tight, but it made his waist look very slender.

He didn't untie it immediately.

Instead, it moved downwards little by little, until his undergarment was gone, and he lowered his head...

She couldn't help but gasp, biting her lip; it was the first time for her like this.

More and more... She tensed up unconsciously, her hands gripping the sheets involuntarily.

Unable to bear it any longer, she simply closed them up, refusing to let him continue.

Jiang Qiye moved closer to her and saw that her face was flushed, her cheeks were red, and her ears were bleeding. He asked in a low voice, "Don't you like it?"

Her eyes darted away, looking somewhat lost. "W-how could this be... I thought you'd be on the table."

"uncomfortable."

How did you know?

“I thought about it when you were sitting up there, and it didn’t seem very comfortable.”

Pei Xueyan asked in a low voice, "Do you think of me when you practice your martial arts? Do you think about these things?"

He nodded and frankly admitted, "I've been thinking about everything except you."

For some reason, such simple words made her heart flutter. She thought of a man who missed her every day, loved her, and most importantly, she thought of him every moment.

How wonderful!

It must be because tonight is called her wedding night that she feels inexplicably nervous; her heart keeps pounding.

They stared at each other without making any move, as if deep in thought.

She gently held the cup with both hands, and said with a hint of shyness, "Kiss."

"good."

The instant he responded, his movement of bending down was so fast that Pei Xueyan didn't even have time to blink.

He first touched her very lightly, then his tongue gently swept across her lower lip. With such gentleness, Pei Xueyan's body gradually softened.

As soon as she relaxed, she wanted to stretch out her leg and hook it around him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiye pressed down on her outstretched legs with his arm, grabbed her waist and pressed her against his body, tightening his grip.

Pei Xueyan's hand, which had been resting on his chest, unconsciously moved away and climbed onto his shoulder.

The passionate kiss left her breathless, and she couldn't help but turn her head to take a deep breath.

This subtle movement captivated him once again.

His kiss landed back where she had been holding him.

For the first time, the bride had nothing to hold onto but the sheets, as if her soul had left her body.

Suddenly stopped.

Pei Xueyan pleaded in a voice, "I...I want more..."

"No, take me instead."

He has to take off his clothes, or he will really suffocate.

No matter how many times I try, it still feels like it's about to get up to my throat.

Her wedding dress was soaked with heat, and the corset was so tight that she could only twist and turn to release her breath. She pleaded with him, "My dear husband, please untie it."

Even though the lower garments had already been removed, she stubbornly refused to take off this heavy wedding dress.

Could it be that this red wedding dress, which covers her up completely, is actually more beautiful than her body?

At first, she could bear it, but as her breathing became more rapid, Pei Xueyan felt a severe tightness in her chest. Her hands fumbled for the ties on her wedding dress, her cheeks already flushed. If this continued, she would really die from not being able to breathe.

Jiang Qiye grabbed her waist and helped her sit up, quickly removing the cumbersome wedding dress.

"Hmm..." she hummed softly, her body swaying slightly involuntarily.

Because of that sweet moan, her neck suffered the consequences, like the intimate biting between animals, only in this way could she completely vent her lingering desires.

She lay helplessly on the bed, letting him do whatever he wanted.

At the last moment, it felt like the world was spinning, and my consciousness completely sank, and I passed out.

All night long, I would wake up and be entangled in my thoughts, then fall asleep from exhaustion, only to fall back into a state of utter despair when I opened my eyes again.

They went back and forth like this until noon the next day.

Pei Xueyan felt she had to get up immediately, or this man would really kill her!

He possessed profound cultivation and astonishing strength; my meager borrowed magical power was no match for him whatsoever.

Forget it, even if it's great, staying alive is the most important thing.

Pei Xueyan took a stroll in the yard, basking in the sun, then lay back on a chair with her legs crossed, pretending to read a book for a while before falling asleep with her head tilted to the side.

Only then did Jiang Qiye slowly put on his clothes and get up.

The ground was a mess, with the bright red wedding dress, pearl hairpins, and earrings lying carelessly on the ground.

The bed was both wet and dry, and there was nowhere left to stay.

He stood in front of the bed, closed his eyes, and silently recited.

What a sin! He always thought he would never indulge in women, but now it seems he's making up for all the restraint he's maintained for over twenty years.

A few peanuts, half a walnut, and a few red dates were scattered on the bedside table. The festive items mixed with the disheveled clothes suggested the absurdity of the previous night.

Fortunately, I have magic powers.

With a flash of inspiration, the room was tidied up in no time.

Clean up and arrange the clothes scattered on the bed.

He then looked in the bronze mirror, smoothed out the wrinkles in his robes, and combed his black hair neatly before slowly walking out the door.

Seeing her husband come out, Pei Xueyan quickly went over and took his hand: "Husband, shall we go for a walk in the mountains? Staying at home all the time is so boring... staying at home isn't good."

He smiled and said, "Okay."

Let's hurry up and leave; I'm scared of beds.

The two held hands and slowly made their way up the mountain.

The mountains surrounding Qingzong Sect are blessed with natural beauty and spiritual energy. The mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds, and the spiritual energy is refreshing and invigorating.

They slowly climbed the steps, their fingers occasionally touching, and a faint glimmer of light seemed to drift by. Sometimes they held hands, and sometimes they sat on the stones to rest.

Occasionally, when the mood struck, they would hug and kiss for a long time.

Pei Xueyan grew tired from walking and suddenly looked up at him, asking, "Brother, can your magic transform anything?"

Jiang Qiye: "What do you want to transform into?"

"It's like... changing at will, being big or small, long or short."

"What do you want to make bigger or smaller?"

Pei Xueyan squeezed his hand: "Of course I changed that thing of yours!"

Jiang Qiye seemed to be used to her risqué teasing, and asked indifferently, "Is it too big or too small?"

She snorted, "Of course it's big, as thick as a wooden stake. I almost died every time I used it."

He gave a soft "hmm," and said, "I don't have a spell to change size yet. Would you like something the size of a needle?"

Pei Xueyan leaped up and hung on his back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! I'm not walking anymore. Your waist is so strong and your legs are so powerful. Hurry up and carry me to the top of the mountain!"

Jiang Qiye carried her steadily on his back, walking slowly up the stone steps.

"Let's go to Yishui Villa in a few days."

"what?"

"Sending betrothal gifts."

Pei Xueyan: "......"

He fell silent for a moment.

This person was determined to bring over all the cumbersome rituals of the mortal world, without missing a single detail, and wouldn't be satisfied until they had gone through them completely.

Those who cultivate immortality value mutual understanding and spiritual connection; such worldly formalities are of no concern to them.

Pei Xueyan leaned on his shoulder, her fingertips gently twirling a strand of his hair that had fallen down: "Alright, go ahead then. Granny Jiang hasn't met you yet."

“Yes.” Jiang Qiye continued, “Master will be leaving the mountain soon. After that, we will go to pick him up and get married. He is an elder, so he should see you first.”

Hearing the seriousness in his tone, with no hint of jest, Pei Xueyan stopped her earlier teasing and replied softly, "Yes, I haven't met your master yet. When we meet, will I call him master too?"

"Yes, just call me Master." He said slowly, "When I was four years old, I was abandoned in the Northern Territory. It was Master who saved me and brought me back to the Qing Sect. Although he later went into seclusion to cultivate, and we only spent two years together, to me, he is both my master and my benefactor."

Twenty years ago, the North was like a battlefield, with countless deaths and injuries.

Pei Xueyan pressed her cheek against his warm back and said softly, "Okay, I will definitely kowtow to him."