Chapter 615: Kiss Me
Jiang Huai chose to announce his marriage to Luo Yueguan throughout the Eastern Region.
Even after Luo Yueguan clung to his sleeve, begging and acting spoiled for a long while, suggesting they just hold a small wedding in the courtyard since only they needed to know, Jiang Huai initially considered agreeing. However, when he saw Luo Yueguan’s expression, he suddenly realized that this might not be her true desire.
Luo Yueguan’s indecisiveness was nothing new. She was a prime example of wanting both sides of a situation. She wanted to be Jiang Huai’s wife with a clear conscience, but she also wished for the world to know that she was no longer alone, that she had found a married partner and a harbor to rely on.
What she truly desired was for Jiang Huai to make the decision for her resolutely, and for her to simply nestle in his arms and let it all unfold.
After careful consideration, Jiang Huai first sought Luo Qingyu’s opinion. Luo Qingyu stated she had no objections, indifferent to whatever Jiang Huai chose. She was completely unconcerned about the shame of a mother and daughter marrying the same man, especially since she and Luo Yueguan now felt more like sisters than mother and daughter.
Therefore, after much deliberation, Jiang Huai took out a full-page advertisement in Ziyun Pavilion, seeking precious and gorgeous gemstones from all over the world. He was willing to exchange them for spirit pills that could increase the cultivation level of any minor realm below the Eighth Realm.
In the advertisement, he also explained why he needed the gemstones: he intended to marry Luo Yueguan and make her a magnificent phoenix coronet and robe for their wedding.
Furthermore, on the same page, he revealed Luo Qingyu’s origins – that she was created by Luo Yueguan using a wisp of her Nascent Soul and a secret technique. However, not many people cared about these details.
Within a mere few days, Jiang Huai received a multitude of precious gemstones. Most of these were gifts from families, and no one dared to demand any reward. From the various large and small families in the Eastern Region alone, he received nearly three hundred jewels.
After all, no Ninth Realm cultivators had appeared in the Eastern Region for a long time, let alone such a young one at the fifth level of the Ninth Realm. Without much thought, they could infer that Jiang Huai was undoubtedly the chosen one under the Heavenly Way, and his future ascension to become the Divine Emperor of the Qingmu Realm was a foregone conclusion. If all the families were sending gifts, and you didn’t, what then? No one truly knew the disposition of the future Divine Emperor, but if he harbored grudges, it would be no trivial matter.
On the way to the Southern Region with Luo Yueguan, Jiang Huai meticulously counted and sorted the gemstones, sketching designs for Luo Yueguan’s wedding attire. Meanwhile, Luo Yueguan, feigning a troubled expression, busied herself writing invitations, occasionally poking his waist to express her subtle, lingering resentment.
“Sigh… marrying you is already so… shameful… and you’re inviting so many people…”
“Isn’t it good to do it in a grand way?” Jiang Huai replied softly.
Jiang Huai planned to invite representatives from all the families who had sent gemstones to attend his wedding banquet with Luo Yueguan. To each of them, he would present a spirit pill personally refined by him. It wasn’t that he was worried about gossip; rather, he understood the principle of “taking one’s hand makes one soft-mouthed” and “receiving a gift makes one feel indebted.” The value of his pills was undoubtedly a hundred times more precious than these gemstones. Once they received the pills, who would dare to speak ill of him behind his back? They would likely be laughed at.
Jiang Huai wasn’t overly concerned about these matters, but he instinctively tried to guess Luo Yueguan’s thoughts. Despite her feigned resentment, Luo Yueguan wrote each invitation with meticulous care, double-checking to avoid even the slightest oversight.
“Do you think I’m such a vain woman?” Luo Yueguan puffed out her cheeks. Jiang Huai, meanwhile, continued sketching her wedding dress and said softly, “Yes.”
“I’m not talking to you anymore!” Luo Yueguan angrily pounded his shoulder with her small fists.
Jiang Huai continued drawing. A short while later, Luo Yueguan leaned closer again, “Isn’t this wedding dress too extravagant… I’m not that kind of person.”
“How about we add some secret treasures and refined silver-cold marrow from the Dragon Clan to the neckline?” Jiang Huai softly inquired.
Luo Yueguan immediately nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.
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In truth, from the Eastern Region to the Southern Region, it would only take half a day if Jiang Huai took Luo Yueguan on his sword. By traveling on a spirit boat, they were essentially enjoying a honeymoon getaway before their wedding. At night, Luo Yueguan was incredibly obedient, almost excessively so.
Her body was already soft and delicate, capable of adapting to all sorts of postures willingly. Her shame was merely superficial; even if Jiang Huai made more outlandish requests, she would only blush but still obediently agree.
At this moment, Luo Yueguan possessed the demeanor of a pampered and well-trained obedient puppy. Of course, this was only at night. During the day, she resumed her role as the noble lady, seemingly filled with faint resentment, yet innocent and prone to acting spoiled and playful.
The night sky outside was deep, and only a few small lamps were lit inside, illuminating Luo Yueguan’s fair skin, as lustrous as warm jade. Jiang Huai was beside her, gently sketching on her lower abdomen with a brush. Luo Yueguan’s eyes were tender, but she couldn’t help but whisper softly, “It tickles.”
Her words gave Jiang Huai new inspiration. The next instant, her body was bound by a spirit rope, and her fair, slender legs were spread apart. Jiang Huai switched to a brand-new brush, and as it slowly approached, Luo Yueguan’s eyes widened. Soon, she was tickled to the point of tears.
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“Little bastard…”
Curled up in Jiang Huai’s embrace, Luo Yueguan bit his chest lightly with her teeth, indignantly saying, “You’re getting better and better at bullying me.”
“I only bully you because you like it.”
“When did I say I liked it? Hmph… you just use that as an excuse to bully me every day… despicable, shameless! You just want to bully me until I can’t leave you… Hmph…”
“Do I need to bully you until you can’t leave me?” Jiang Huai reached out and gently pinched her earlobe. “You can’t escape anyway.”
“I want freedom!”
“You have no freedom.”
Although their conversation sounded like Jiang Huai was wielding his power to bully her, Luo Yueguan’s body only grew softer, her eyes becoming hazy. She snuggled closer to him, murmuring indistinctly, “I want, I want, I want…”
This was usually a prelude to her hinting for Jiang Huai to take care of her.
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On the way back to the Eastern Region from the Southern Region, Luo Yueguan spent most of her time gazing at the Phoenix Tail Flower.
Earlier, when she saw the one in Chu Xianning’s courtyard, she had disdainfully declared she didn’t care, yet she had hinted to Jiang Huai countless times about how beautiful the Southern Region was and that they should sneak away for a trip. Now, her wish had finally come true. She would occasionally poke the petals of the Phoenix Tail Flower with her finger, watching the brilliant flames ignite on them, and she couldn’t help but giggle foolishly.
“Be careful not to play it to death,” Jiang Huai reminded from the side. Luo Yueguan then retracted her hand.
Everything was now ready. The wedding was in three days, and invitations had already been sent out. The Phoenix Tail Flower had been retrieved, and even the wedding banquet’s alcohol had been obtained from the Qin family. Old Master Qin was extremely reluctant, but he insisted that Jiang Huai keep the entire bottle of Green Vine Spirit Source Pills he had offered, accepting only two pills as a token gesture for a small favor.
At this moment, Jiang Huai truly understood what it meant: when you hold power, everyone smiles kindly at you.
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On the wedding day, the Tian Xuan Sect was elaborately decorated and bustling with activity.
Spirit boats hovered in the sky above the Tian Xuan Sect, carrying elders from various families in the Eastern Region. Even Ji Nianchen, the Emperor of the Central Province, personally sent a congratulatory gift. Although the Southern, Northern, and Western Regions were not present, they all dispatched envoys with wedding gifts for the couple.
Jiang Huai borrowed the main hall of the Tian Xuan Sect and enlisted some disciples to help entertain guests, while he, already in his wedding attire, awaited Luo Yueguan.
Luo Yueguan’s small face was slightly pale with nervousness, her fingers lightly clutching her dress. Jiang Huai had known her for so long, yet he rarely saw her in such a state; she even seemed a little stage-frightened. Jiang Huai found it both amusing and touching. He leaned in, gently embracing her, and softly comforted her for a long while. Luo Yueguan finally regained some composure and, holding his hand, walked towards the wedding venue and the grand hall. Her wedding dress, adorned with various gorgeous gemstones, shimmered with radiance, making her appear as pure and noble as a goddess.
Chu Xianning became the witness for their marriage.
This was, of course, something Jiang Huai had asked of her. Chu Xianning did not refuse, but she made it a condition that for the next month, Jiang Huai must listen to her during their dual cultivation sessions and not engage in any unauthorized mischief. Jiang Huai readily agreed. Now, dressed in a purple dress, she stood calmly, proclaiming the beginning of their marriage.
The tea that Luo Yueguan offered to Chu Xianning was handed to her by Luo Qingyu. Gazing at Chu Xianning, who sat elegantly on a chair with a gentle expression, Luo Yueguan felt a strange sensation. Her mind couldn’t help but wander, pondering whether if Jiang Huai were to marry Chu Xianning, she would have had the chance to officiate their wedding, and whether Chu Xianning would then have had to serve her tea.
Chu Xianning took the tea from Luo Yueguan’s hand and took a gentle sip.
When Jiang Huai and Luo Yueguan bowed to each other, the marriage was officially consecrated, and a wave of congratulations erupted from below. In the distance, lightning surged. The crowd was first startled, and then they saw a woman in a silver dress descend from the heavens. The woman was tall and elegant, with a pair of silver coral dragon horns on her forehead, exuding a cool and noble aura.
Even Jiang Huai was momentarily stunned. He recognized from her aura that this was Jun Anshui, whose cultivation had stabilized and whose body had finally matured, no longer a little loli dragon lady.
After breaking through to the Ninth Realm, Jiang Huai could use the Dragon Emperor Bloodline to directly contact Jun Anshui within the Dragon Clan. He had expected her to arrive tomorrow, but she had arrived today. Jun Anshui’s face was celestial, and her stature was now tall, yet Jiang Huai still felt a slight sense of unfamiliarity, accustomed as he was to her loli form.
Fortunately, Jiang Huai knew she could change her form at will. Wait, no, Jiang Huai… you’re doomed. Your mind has been thoroughly corrupted by evil thoughts.
The current Dragon Emperor, Jun Anshui, arrived and presented the Dragon Clan’s supreme treasure, the Water-Repelling Pearl, as a wedding gift for Luo Yueguan.
The guests collectively heaved a sigh of relief. They were now even more astonished by Jiang Huai’s profound background. They had already seen the Pavilion Master of Ziyun Pavilion, who rarely made an appearance, and now the current Dragon Emperor herself had descended. The crowd dared not even look too closely, their hands trembling slightly as they held their chopsticks in awe.
With the wedding now complete, Jiang Huai gently took Luo Yueguan’s hand and looked into her eyes.
“Kiss me.”
“There are so many people…”
“Yes, so kiss me.”
“You kiss me first…” Luo Yueguan’s voice even became somewhat娇滴滴 (delicately sweet and coquettish).
But Jiang Huai only gazed at her tenderly. One second, two seconds, three seconds. Luo Yueguan leaned in, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips.
