Chapter 40 Jinjiang's First Bridal Chamber (Part 1)

Yao Sisi flashed into the space, first putting the repaired array plate back in its original place. Feeling that the array plate was perfectly embedded in the space, as if it had become a whole with the space, she nodded in satisfaction.

With this array plate, cultivation becomes twice as effective with half the effort.

At the same time, she also had to save the space, otherwise, if the space disappeared, she would not be able to return to the modern world, and she would also lose a great cheat ability. Even if this cheat ability was deadly, fortune favors the bold, and exploring secret realms and traversing the mystical beast forest, etc., would not be dangerous.

She summoned the spirit of the artifact: "I've brought you plenty of spring water; quench your thirst first!"

The spirit was listless, as if it had no strength left in its body. It said pitifully, "Thank you, Master!"

Yao Sisi raised an eyebrow. This spirit wasn't usually this polite. Could it have suddenly changed its nature?

She drew out the spring water that Qi Mu had given her, and a large ball of water was suddenly thrown into the air. She used magic to disperse it into fine water droplets, which were evenly scattered on the ground in front of the small hut.

This time there was more spring water than last time, and the ground was soaked. However, she was smarter this time and didn't use it all for the spirit; she kept some spring water for later use.

The creature sensed that the ground was no longer tense and began to shower the ground with compliments: "Master is so amazing! When will you finally let me have a proper drink?"

Yao Sisi chuckled softly, "Let's wait a bit!"

She entered the weapon-refining room, took out the materials she had collected one by one, carefully sorted and refined them, planning to refine the flying magic weapon soon, and was now making initial preparations.

She handled the materials very carefully, and after a few days she finally finished preparing. Yao Sisi dragged her tired body and rested for a whole night on the big bed in the small thatched hut.

"If you want to continue refining, you'll have to wait a bit longer." She felt a little guilty, after all, she hadn't learned how to refine weapons for long, and the materials weren't particularly plentiful. It would be troublesome if she ruined it.

In the days that followed, Yao Sisi waited patiently for the wedding to take place. As the engagement drew closer, many sentries appeared outside her private residence. They were said to be there to protect her, but they looked more like they were there to monitor her.

With outsiders present, she stopped entering the space and focused on drawing talismans inside the room—countless talismans of immense strength and fireballs. She needed to prepare for her departure. With each talisman completed at the tip of her brush, the talisman brush that had been with her for so long was rendered useless.

Yao Sisi was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, she suddenly had the illusion that the broken pen was her own.

The broken pen was quite a sight; the wool at the nib had been burned to ash, and the penholder was also shattered.

Logically speaking, a cultivator's intuition doesn't arise out of thin air. Could it be that something bad is about to happen to her recently?

Yao Sisi was completely baffled. She silently tidied up the broken pen and took out another pen from her storage bag. If she hadn't bought two at once, she wouldn't be able to draw now!

But she was too naive. Whether it was due to the influence of what she had done before or what, she failed at every drawing she made after that. Yao Sisi put down her pen and thought to herself: I'm attending a wedding, not a funeral. Is it really that big of a deal?

I've never heard of his family being "cursed to be unlucky in marriage," so what exactly is the problem?

The wedding arrived as scheduled. Yao Sisi was woken up before dawn to get ready. She watched helplessly as others fiddled with their jewelry and clothes, thinking to herself, "They can cultivate, so why bother with these mortal things? Can't they have some convenient hairpins that can automatically comb their hair?"

She felt her neck was tired from combing her hair for so long in ancient times.

As she sat in the chair having her hair and makeup done, she mentally rehearsed the possibilities of creating hair ornaments and ritual implements.

On the other side, Qi Mu was also woken up early to do his makeup. Unlike Yao Sisi's nonchalant attitude, he looked at his face in the mirror very seriously, afraid that he might not do something right and spoil the joy of his big day.

The young master in the mirror had gentle eyes and a smile on his lips. His temperament was like that of a bamboo after the rain, with a charming red ribbon hanging on his trunk. Bathed in the warm sun, he swayed his lush green leaves, stretching out his joy, looking elegant, leisurely and beautiful.

Liu Yuan served him from the side, bringing him a fan to cover his face. Seeing that he couldn't hide his joy, he said, "Young master, you look so handsome and dashing today. I wish you were always this cheerful."

Qi Mu pursed her lips and asked him softly, "Is it that obvious?"

Liu Yuan nodded: "Anyone with eyes can see..."

After Yao Sisi was dressed up, she looked like a theatrical performer, wearing so many layers of wedding clothes and various hairpins and ornaments. In the end, someone handed her a fan, which was exquisitely crafted and painted with a phoenix about to take flight.

She couldn't help but think to herself: Even a wedding fan knows about freedom, so why do they have to force marriages? Are they not human if they don't get married? Why force the younger generation to get married!

Next, she went through the procedures like a wooden doll. Overall, it felt a bit like filming in a movie theater, lacking any real feeling. It was as if her soul had left her body and she was watching her body follow the procedures. She and Qi Mu were both dressed in festive red, the difference being that she was holding a fan with a phoenix design, while he was holding a fan with a phoenix design.

The two birds face opposite each other, and when the fan surfaces come together, they appear to be facing each other, creating the image of two birds flying towards each other.

She glanced at him. The young master held up a fan, partially obscuring his face, like a pipa player half-concealing her beauty. It must be said that his appearance was exceptionally handsome, and most importantly, he possessed a refined and gentle demeanor, occasionally giving off a particularly endearing and teasing vibe. In modern times, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have a romance to spice up life, but in the cultivation world, there were so many outstanding young men...

Moreover... focusing solely on romantic love is rather simplistic.

Yao Sisi's eyes sparkled, and Qi Mu felt his breath catch in his throat. He had imagined what his mindset would be when he got married—whether it would be humiliation, anger, or numbness. He had also imagined meeting someone he liked and happily getting married.

But he had never imagined it would turn out like this. He couldn't quite describe his feelings; there was some pleasure, but mostly trepidation. He couldn't help but gently tap the other person's fan with his own, and heard the other person ask him, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that her expression was clear but her brows were tired, and she didn't seem to have much real joy, Qi Mu couldn't help but ask, "Sisi, are you tired?"

Yao Sisi whispered, "It's alright, but it's just too noisy. I don't know when it started, but I've become more and more solitary, and I dislike the more noise there is."

Qi Mu pursed her lips, thinking to herself: Marriage... you don't even like it?

"Just one last step, and then we can take a break."

A hint of joy flashed in Yao Sisi's eyes, "Okay!"

She shifted her attention elsewhere to make things less boring. She discovered that in this world, there was no such thing as a red veil for weddings. Instead, people wore fans to partially cover their faces, allowing both parties to clearly see the guests around them and their own wedding day.

This is a wedding for two people, not one where the bride is completely covered by a red veil, as if one is a gift or accessory to the other.

The wedding was a grand affair. Yao Sisi didn't know what Qi Mu was thinking, but seeing that he was very well-behaved today, his usual gentle demeanor was made somewhat alluring by the flamboyant bright red, which was very different from his usual self, she moved closer to his apron and praised him admiringly, "Young master looks very handsome today, very dazzling."

Qi Mu's low spirits were healed by those words. His eyes smiled, and they seemed to hold the water of a spiritual spring, both gentle and beautiful.

Yao Sisi saw a light in his eyes, like the shimmering lake under the moonlight, which was very beautiful.

She gently tapped his nose with the surface of her fan. "Shouldn't we move on to the bridal chamber next? Are you scared?"

Qi Mu paused, his hand holding the fan tense: "What should I do if I'm afraid, and what should I do if I'm not afraid?"

Yao Sisi countered, "Then... what are you afraid of, and what are you not afraid of?"

Qi Mu gasped. Sisi was too mean. Was she forcing him to say something inappropriate?

"With Miss Sisi keeping me calm, I shouldn't be afraid of anything..."

Yao Sisi: "Suppress? So I'm some kind of mascot now? Then... are there any mascots that can suppress the urges of a bed?"

Qi Mu: "The bed..."

Yao Sisi teased him, "Yeah, isn't it true that on the wedding night you can't get over the bed?"

Qi Mu was a little confused. Wasn't she in a contract marriage? Why was this being brought up again? Could it be...?

"Does Miss Sisi want to sleep in the bed?"

Yao Sisi: "Otherwise what? If I don't sleep in the bed, am I supposed to sleep in..." She looked him up and down, hinting at something but avoiding the question he wanted to hear, "Could it be that you've prepared a soft couch for me, young master? This is my first marriage, you know? Even if it's a contract, it's still my first time. The treatment can't be that bad, can it?"

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Author's Note: Qi Mu: This is too difficult, I can't figure it out!