The night was filled with the sparkle of fireworks.
Jiang Huai slumped in his chair, sobbing uncontrollably. “Hmph, hmph, this is the price you pay for provoking so many women.”
Jiang Ning sat on a bamboo chair beside him, happily swinging her white and tender little legs. Jiang Huai looked at her face and reached out to poke her rosy cheeks, “You’re responsible too.”
“No way, I already told you it’s your own greed, hmph.”
Jiang Ning refused to admit it, continuing to happily swing her white and tender little feet. The fireworks in the distance crackled and flashed in the night sky. Jiang Ning suddenly tilted her head, chuckling softly at him, “Another year has passed.”
Jiang Huai slowly came back to his senses. “Yeah… another year.”
“There will be many, many more New Years to come,” Jiang Huai playfully reached out and gently patted his head.
“I feel like my future life is so dark…” Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly.
“Hmph, you say that, but in your heart you might be enjoying it?” Jiang Ning took out the half-eaten lollipop from her mouth and put it into his. Looking at the lollipop in his hand, Jiang Huai fell into thought.
He approached Luo Yueguan, who was bathing in the bathhouse. She was now a Flower Spirit Physique. He didn’t dare to bully Chu Xianning, but he dared to bully Luo Yueguan. He took out a new lollipop and leaned closer to Luo Yueguan.
Luo Yueguan immediately crossed her arms, wondering what bad idea he had come up with this time. “The candy isn’t sweet enough,” Jiang Huai tore open the wrapper of the lollipop and gently tapped her fair and soft thighs with it, “borrowing some nectar.”
“Why don’t you go find your Master?” Chu Xianning was leaning quietly in the corner of the bathhouse, her eyes gazing at the fireworks in the distance. Fang Moye was beside her, watching the fireworks crackle and flash with her. Jiang Huai sheepishly shrank his head, “I don’t want to die tonight.”
“You just bully me…” Luo Yueguan took the candy from his hand with displeasure.
…
Three years later.
Jiang Huai finally waited for his wedding with Ning Yuzhu. The wedding was held in a small courtyard, very simple, as if it were just a small ceremony and nothing more. Ning Yuzhu was originally from another place and didn’t have many friends in the lower realm. The sisters in the courtyard were now her friends. She had cooked all the wedding dishes herself. She chose a pure white wedding gown, as elegant and pure as the moon in the sky.
Jiang Zhi leaned lazily in the corner, drinking. Jiang Huai approached her at some point. Jiang Zhi glanced at him sideways, “What are you up to again?”
“Don’t you have any interest in getting married at all?”
“No, but if you want to marry me, a ceremony is fine, whatever you want.” Jiang Zhi’s tone was not perfunctory, but rather she truly didn’t understand the meaning of marriage. As long as they loved each other, it was enough, why did they need marriage as proof? Lazy Zhi was just too lazy.
Ning Yuzhu came before Jiang Huai and gently pinched his face, “The sisters said that today is my wedding, so I’m the biggest, and I can do whatever I want.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes immediately became vigilant, “What bad thing do you want to do again?!”
“I just want to ask the sisters to help me make a glass of iced grape juice, so I can drink the wedding wine with my husband.”
“This is called… just?” Jiang Huai looked at the plate of peeled iced grapes Ning Yuzhu brought, and Ning Yuzhu’s eyes were gentle and innocent. “So, I need to ask my husband to be the bad guy and feed them one by one.”
…
Jiang Huai had started writing scripts again recently. He was no longer as hurried as before. It had been six years since he returned from the lower realm, and everything had become peaceful. Although there were always new ideas in the succubus cave, Little Huai had learned to accept it, and his shame defense had reached a very high level. Perhaps because Chu Xianning occasionally went to Wen Wanwan’s courtyard to play cards or drink tea, Chu Xianning seemed to be influenced. She was no longer as restrained on the bed as before. Just last night, when Jiang Huai came to her room, she was carefully and gently grooming her snow-white, fluffy fox tail as a reward for Jiang Huai’s good behavior recently.
His scripts were still those clichéd stories, but with much less erotic content, and they were only circulated among women on a small scale. He still loved fishing. Sometimes someone would accompany him, and sometimes he would sit alone by the lake, quietly gazing at the shimmering lake surface, and begin to look back at everything that had happened in the past nearly thirty years.
Now, the fairies in the courtyard had all reached the tenth realm. In a while, they would ascend together to the upper realm to cultivate for a period. Although it was called cultivation, it was not much different from traveling. For this reason, Jiang Huai had recently diverted his attention to chop trees on White Dew Mountain to build Spirit Boats. He wanted to build a super-large luxury cruise ship to roam the upper realm.
It was now a scorching summer day. At this moment, Jiang Huai was still in the courtyard, looking at the iced grapes on the table. He looked at the grapes, and then at Chu Xianning. Then he looked at the grapes again, and then at Chu Xianning. Then he was slapped on the head by Chu Xianning, and he heard her say faintly, “You want to be punished all night again, you can say it.” Jiang Huai shut up sheepishly.
A few days ago, he wanted to borrow some nectar from his Master. Chu Xianning actually agreed readily and let him taste it as he pleased. He suspected that Chu Xianning had a change of heart, and then he was confined to a chair and punished all night until the next morning. Chu Xianning clasped her arms, her white and tender little feet slightly raised from under her skirt, and asked him coldly if he wanted more. He shook his head frantically, but in his heart he thought, “I’ll dare to do it again next time.”
Jiang Huai’s handicraft had been getting better and better recently. He had been greatly inspired and, in addition to making small chains with Cold Marrow Jade, he had also developed Blazing Fire Warm Jade and chains made with Purple Lightning Marrow Jade beads. The Purple Lightning Marrow Jade beads would release extremely weak currents. Just holding them in his palm felt tingly, but Fang Moye liked them very much. She pretended to resist, disdain, and be ashamed, but once Jiang Huai took them out, her buttocks would unconsciously pout a little.
Jiang Huai also made a very, very small Cold Marrow chain for Chu Xianning, but he had not succeeded yet. Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. His Master had begun to gradually loosen her control over him. Before, he could only cultivate at most twice at night, but now he could do it four or five times. Before, she was only allowed to be on top, but now she could obediently pout her buttocks, like a kitten stretching, revealing all her graceful curves.
…
When Jiang Huai’s luxurious Spirit Boat was completed, he opened the passage to the upper realm. Jiang Ning once again moved White Dew Mountain, and the group took the Spirit Boat to the upper realm. After arriving in the upper realm, life didn’t seem to have changed much. Occasionally, the fairies in the courtyard would go on outings together. Jiang Huai enjoyed his leisure. However, Fang Moye suddenly brought up the matter of marriage recently. Although she asked when Jiang Huai was about to ( ) out, which was not very proper, after receiving Jiang Huai’s consent, she finally released her legs that had been tightly gripping Jiang Huai, allowing him to fill her completely with a gurgling sound.
Thus, his marriage with Fang Moye was held on White Dew Mountain. Jiang Ning acted as her elder, Chu Xianning as Jiang Huai’s elder, and Ning Yuzhu presided over the wedding. The two officially became Dao Companions.
“It doesn’t feel special to be married…” Fang Moye pouted slightly and mumbled softly.
“Yes,” Jiang Huai nodded, “but you can call me husband at night.”
“No way,” Fang Moye turned her face away, “I’d rather you call me younger brother.”
Yes, recently, perhaps influenced by Jiang Ning and Luo Qingyu always liking to call Jiang Huai “older brother,” Fang Moye had become particularly fond of calling herself “older sister” in front of him, even though she was nearly two thousand years older than Jiang Huai.
…
Winter arrived on White Dew Mountain. Jiang Ning opened the grand array of heaven and earth, allowing snow to fall on White Dew Mountain. At this moment, she was building a snowman with Jiang Huai on the mountaintop. Even though she was so old, Jiang Ning was still endlessly enthusiastic about building snowmen. After finishing, she quietly grabbed a snowball and threw it at Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai chased her on the mountaintop, and finally they sat by the cliff. Jiang Ning leaned towards Jiang Huai, nestling in his arms.
Jiang Huai’s cultivation level was about to reach Divine Emperor. He had used the secret treasure within his body to increase the lifespan of the fairies to be as long as heaven and earth after Dual Cultivation with them. In other words, even if this world were destroyed, they would still have eternal life and could go to other planes to live at any time. Jiang Ning quietly slipped her hand into Jiang Huai’s clothes and whispered, “From now on, we will be together forever.”
Jiang Huai gently hugged her body and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I used to be afraid of a long life,” Jiang Ning suddenly said softly.
“Hmm?”
“Because it’s scary to think about it, living for so, so long, I’m always afraid I’ll get lost,” Jiang Ning looked up into his eyes, but suddenly chuckled, “But I’m not afraid anymore.” Because they loved each other, no amount of time mattered. “So, you’ll always stay by my side from now on.”
“Of course,” Jiang Huai gently pinched her earlobe. The two watched a boundless snowstorm. After a long time, they finally got up contentedly. Jiang Ning hooked her arm around Jiang Huai’s neck, and Jiang Huai carried her back to the courtyard. In the courtyard, Ning Yuzhu had already prepared hot food, and everyone had gradually arrived at the table, waiting quietly, their eyes gentle.
(The End)
Concluding Remarks
Finished! Finished! Let’s celebrate!
Finally, it’s finished. When I typed the last three words, I was so happy I almost jumped out of my chair. I was happy for less than three seconds, and the next moment I sat dejectedly in front of the computer, feeling a little lost. The completion of Master’s story means that my income as a full-time writer will be halved, and I will anxiously await the future of the new book. The new book will be released on March 7th because I want to prepare and plan more. Due to the long time span, I might be almost forgotten by then. I am still a little uneasy, but thinking about it carefully, finishing is indeed a very happy thing. Let me systematically summarize this book about Master.
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