Even so, the reputation of Monkey Wine has not been buried, and this spiritual wine has always ranked first among all spiritual wines.

This wine is extremely rare. Not only is it seldom seen on the market, but even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it incredibly difficult to taste a single drop.

They never expected that these low-level cultivators would be able to taste such exquisite wine today!

The man who was pushed forward to be the master of ceremonies was a male cultivator who had previously wet his pants in fear. He never dreamed that he would one day be the master of ceremonies for the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui. While he was shocked, he dared not be negligent. He stumbled through the words and finally completed the wedding banquet.

A group of cultivators, quite drunk, had lost much of their fear and began discussing the philosophy of life while swirling the amber-colored spiritual wine in their white jade cups.

Bi Xie couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and hooked his finger around Ji Gui's palm.

The man leaned down, his voice languid and alluring. He had also drunk quite a bit of monkey wine, and his breath carried a faint aroma of alcohol. "What are your orders, my lady?"

Although Bi Xie couldn't see the scene inside the hall because of the red veil covering her head, her other senses were even more acute. Her ears turned red when he sprayed her with his hot, moist breath. Fortunately, the red veil on her head concealed her embarrassment.

"We've paid our respects to Heaven and Earth, and husband and wife have bowed to each other. It's time to return to Xuanhuo Peak."

Ji Gui grinned and enveloped her small hand in his large palm. "Yes, it's time to go to the bridal chamber."

"You're so annoying!" Bi Xie said angrily, his face turning even redder.

The cultivators, who had been enjoying the spiritual wine, sobered up a bit when they saw the two of them leaving together. Who were they? Where were they? What were they supposed to do?

One of the cultivators, perhaps a bit tipsy, shouted, "Enter the bridal chamber! Enter the bridal chamber! Enter the bridal chamber!"

The already noisy scene became even more lively.

A group of cultivators, carrying monkey wine, followed behind the couple, clamoring for a wedding night prank. Bi Xie's palms were sweating, and he couldn't help but tug at Ji Gui's palm again, "Don't let them follow us. I don't like people making a scene at my wedding night..."

"Why doesn't my wife like it?" he whispered in her ear.

From behind, it looked exactly like he was kissing her cheek, which caused the group of cultivators to make an even bigger fuss, as if something out of a melodramatic soap opera.

Bi Xie pinched the flesh on his waist and pouted, "If I don't like it, I just don't like it..."

"Is my wife shy?" Ji Gui's soft flesh was pinched at the waist, but instead of dodging, he offered it to her hand. His seductive voice carried a hint of humor, making one's heart tingle.

"No."

"My wife is just shy."

"No, no, I'm shameless!"

"Alright, whatever my wife says is right."

With a gentle flick of his long, slender, fair hand, the dark mass of cultivators following behind the two inexplicably bumped into a barrier, groaning and rubbing their sore spots, "What the hell? Why can't we move forward?"

"How much monkey wine did you steal and drink? You're so greedy! Can't you see the barrier in front of you?"

"The Demon Ancestor is too ruthless. He won't even let us have a wedding night prank. I heard that the Wind Evil True Monarch is a great beauty. She was covered by a veil the whole time, so I didn't get a chance to see what kind of stunning beauty she was. Yet even the Demon Ancestor was captivated by her!"

"Alas, those Nascent Soul True Monarchs died in vain! I think this Demon Ancestor is quite an honest person. Look at how grand the wedding procession is! It's probably the first time in history. They even brought out monkey wine to entertain us. I'm afraid this is the only time I'll ever get to drink it in my life!"

"Stop acting crazy while drunk," a cultivator with a topknot glanced to the side and tugged at the cultivator sitting on the ground, who was slapping his thigh as he spoke.

The monk was clearly drunk. When someone tried to stop him from launching into a long speech, he impatiently slapped the person aside. "What are you doing? Hiccup! What does my drunken rant have to do with you? Do I even know you?"

"Hiccup, I just think this Demon Ancestor isn't so hard to get along with. When we were bowing to heaven and earth, the smile on his lips never stopped. Hiccup, he's just a bit devilishly handsome, with a sinister look on his face, but I can tell that he's like my dad, afraid of his wife..."

"Waaaaah, hiccup, I don't want to cultivate immortality, I just want to stay home and herd cattle, but my dad is afraid of my mom, and my mom tells me to cultivate immortality, so my dad happily sent me to the Hengyun Sect, waaaaah, when I went home last year, all the brothers in my village had two kids, waaaaah, I haven't even touched a woman's hand, waaaaah—"

The cultivator with his topknot looked speechlessly at the bearded cultivator sitting on the ground, wailing and gulping down a couple of mouthfuls of monkey wine, and then glanced nervously to the side.

There stood a person, the warm yellow sunlight shining on his face, yet inexplicably making one feel extremely lonely and desolate.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and bowed slightly: "Uncle-Master Wuzhan, I am Baitang, a disciple of Bai Ranfeng of Hengyun Sect."

After a long while, Wu Zhan finally managed to pull his gaze away from the two gradually disappearing red figures. His clear eyes were filled with sadness. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment before suddenly raising his head again. However, the two red figures had already vanished into the depths of his vision.

"Goodbye, Sister Xiaofeng," the man said with a bitter smile as he looked at the figure that could no longer be seen.

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Bi Xie was in no hurry to consummate the marriage.

Before she finished dressing up today, Wu Zhan came to give her her wedding dress.

She couldn't understand why he had come in person until she found her storage bag inside the wedding dress while trying it on.

The Ugly Face Pill is a top-grade elixir. If someone else took the Ugly Face Pill, they might find it difficult to detoxify, but for Bi Xie, who is already familiar with alchemy skills, refining a suitable antidote is a piece of cake.

Bi Xie wasn't worried that Ji Gui wouldn't be interested in her incredibly ugly face; the main problem was that she herself was a visual creature, and she felt uncomfortable with such a face.

It's not just ugly, it's covered in black bumps!

If you accidentally break a bump, it can make the whole house stink!

She didn't want her wedding night to turn into a stinking hellscape!

After struggling in the Heavenly Fire Cave for several hours, Bi Xie, having taken the antidote pill, immediately regained her beautiful appearance.

But that basin of brightly colored wash water always evoked some unpleasant memories for her.

"My wife, stop washing. Your skin will peel if you keep washing. I won't mind," Ji Gui said, hooking his arm around her waist. Without waiting for Bi Xie's reaction, he led the group towards Xuanhuo Peak.

Bi Xie was carried on his shoulder like a child, and his face turned red again, much to his chagrin.

"Ji Gui, fly slower, why are you in such a hurry? It's not even dark yet..."

The soft, sweet voice was different from her usual cold and aloof tone. It warmed Ji Gui's heart, and he just wanted to put her on the bed as soon as possible and bully her.

When he unsealed her spiritual power, he had already sensed that in addition to the demonic energy, a dragon bone soul-destroying nail had been driven into her body. At that moment, he was filled with murderous intent and only wanted to devour those who had abused his wife alive and grind their bones to dust!