Chapter 827: If You Don’t Make a Move Now, You’ll Become a Widow
Qi Huang sat in the ornate sedan chair, casually crossing her legs and munching on seeds. Her bright red, horse-face skirt looked utterly out of place. With every slight movement, she could hear the clinking of her phoenix coronet, and a quick glance down revealed the exquisite phoenix brocade shawl covering her chest. She felt an overwhelming sense of strangeness. *To think that I, a man who has lived for over thirty years, would one day be married off in wedding attire.*
Qi Huang mentally cursed herself again.
“How’s your assimilation progress? If it’s not complete when we reach the Cao family, then we’ll be sisters from now on,” Ruan Lingyu’s voice transmission reached her. Ruan Lingyu was currently seated in the sedan chair ahead.
“Don’t worry, do you think I’d let any other man take advantage of you? I don’t like wearing a cuckold’s hat,” Qi Huang replied.
“You should worry about yourself first. Don’t forget you’re in danger yourself right now,” Ruan Lingyu couldn’t help but remind her.
“It’s fine. If it really comes down to it, I’ll just tell Young Master Cao that I’m a man who transitioned. I’d like to see if he can still go through with it?” Qi Huang joked.
“Hehe, do you really think he’d believe you?” Ruan Lingyu was amused.
“If he doesn’t believe me, that’s fine. I’ll just unleash my male soul and scare him to death,” Qi Huang said proudly.
“Even if he believes you, so what? With your appearance tonight, let alone being a man before, even if you were a pig, he wouldn’t mind. Be careful your male soul doesn’t lose its purity too,” Ruan Lingyu teased.
“Wife, are you calling me a pig?” Qi Huang asked in shock.
“It’s just an example,” Ruan Lingyu replied perfunctorily.
“Jokes aside, I’m only a trace away from completely assimilating the souls of those two clones. Doesn’t the Cao family choose the wedding ceremony time for the sixteenth of October at noon? That should be just right,” Qi Huang corrected her demeanor.
“That’s good.” Ruan Lingyu was completely reassured and fell silent again. She only spoke a few more words when she was facing Qi Huang.
The HongHua Sect’s wedding procession traveled west. If they were to travel at their normal speed, it would take them eight hundred and ten years to reach Zhongzhou. By then, all the flowers would have long wilted.
Qi Huang was capable of leading the wedding procession swiftly to the Cao family, but as the bride today, it was truly inconvenient for her to make a move personally.
The Cao family understood this as well, so they requested Cao Yin’s assistance.
Cao Yin naturally had no reason to refuse. He summoned a massive magic treasure shaped like a shield, then had the wedding procession stand inside it before controlling the treasure to move at high speed towards Zhongzhou.
This meant that the HongHua Sect’s wedding procession was actually standing on this magic treasure. They didn’t need to exert any effort, only to stand firm.
Cao Yin knew that cultivators were physically frail and naturally couldn’t move the magic treasure at full strength. However, even so, the wedding procession arrived at the Cao family less than an hour after departing.
At this time, the Cao mansion was already very lively. The vast estate was decorated with lanterns and during the festival, and crowds surged. These were all influential figures in the Cultivation World. Ordinary cultivators could only stand far outside the courtyard walls to watch the excitement, blocking the streets of the entire Imperial Capital.
With Cao Yang marrying Cheng Hongling and Qi Huang, it was equivalent to controlling the Dao Alliance. From now on, the Cultivation World would be unified, and no one would be able to rival the Cao family!
Yes, and what’s more, Cheng Hongling and Qi Huang are as beautiful as celestial beings, and their strength is terrifying. It truly makes one envious of that Cao Yang.
Alas, who told us we don’t have immortal bloodlines? It proves that immortal bloodlines are indeed supreme in the Cultivation World. Even if one cannot achieve it oneself, one can still rely on one’s ancestors.
Speaking of which, Qi Huang once publicly criticized the bloodline theory under everyone’s gaze. Does this outcome mean she’s slapping her own face?
It seems that the bloodline theory is indeed the iron rule of the Cultivation World. Even she couldn’t overturn it, so it would be even more impossible for anyone to do so in the future.
Hearing these voices, the members of the Cao family couldn’t stop smiling. Only Cao Kun’s lineage seemed as if they had eaten dog feces.
When the HongHua Sect’s wedding procession arrived, the Cao family’s welcoming party symbolically came out. Immediately, firecrackers sounded, gongs and drums blared, and it was very lively.
Cao Yang had been looking forward to this for a long time, so he rushed forward like a hungry wolf, even wanting to lift the sedan curtain himself.
“Don’t break the rules. The auspicious time has not yet arrived,” Cao Hui reminded him with a frown.
“I’m sorry, I’m just too excited.” Cao Yang awkwardly withdrew his trembling hands. His embarrassed appearance was nothing like the eldest young master of the Cao family; instead, he looked like a sycophant.
Qi Huang heard the commotion, impatiently put the red veil back on her head, and continued to assimilate the souls of Cao Yin’s two clones.
At this time, Cao Yin’s two clones were one still guarding the spatial rift above, and the other had already arrived at the Cao mansion, intending to represent him, the ancestor, at Cao Yang’s wedding.
“Strange, why are there two sedan chairs?”
“One is Cheng Hongling’s, and the other is Qi Huang’s. Naturally, there are two.”
“Do you know what you’re saying? They are one and the same person, why go to such lengths?”
“What use is it if I know? The key is that Young Master Cao explicitly requested that Cheng Hongling’s main body and clone both perform the wedding ceremony with him.”
“Wow! Then aren’t they going to enter the bridal chamber together? Two women serving one husband. This Young Master Cao is really playing it rough!” The onlookers at the entrance started discussing again after seeing the wedding procession.
The HongHua Sect’s wedding procession waited at the entrance for a quarter of an hour. Noon was approaching.
“Junior Sister, it’s time to get out of the sedan. The auspicious time has arrived,” Yun Fei, who was outside the sedan chair, called out to Qi Huang.
Qi Huang stood up, extended her fair right hand, and with the help of her second senior sister, stepped out of the sedan chair. Cheng Hongling in front also stepped out of the sedan chair with Ruan Lingyu’s assistance.
*I’ll carry you!*
*You’ll carry her? What about me?*
Qi Huang didn’t want that brat to take advantage of Cheng Hongling, so she spoke up to remind him. Cheng Hongling understood Qi Huang’s meaning and naturally wouldn’t “compete for favor.”
*Uh…*
Cao Yang was stunned by these words, then awkwardly stood in place again. He suddenly realized that he had oversimplified the problem. He had only thought about having embraces on both sides, without considering that he only had two hands and two feet.
*Should I also release a clone to carry the bride?* Cao Yang immediately thought of this method, but then abandoned it. A clone was still a clone after all. He didn’t want to share his wife with a clone.
*This Cao Yang is too stupid. Since the two brides are related as main body and clone, he could have released a clone to solve his predicament!*
*I think you’re the stupid one. A clone is still a clone. As long as it’s a normal man, who would be willing to let another man touch his wife!*
*That’s true. Now there’s a good show to watch.* The onlookers at the entrance whispered among themselves.
Cao Hui and his wife exchanged glances, and their brows furrowed. They hadn’t expected to encounter such a peculiar dilemma, as they had never heard of a man marrying two main wives simultaneously before.
“How about… my dear wife, could you put away your clone for now? We can let her out again when we go in for the ceremony?” Cao Yang finally pleaded with Cheng Hongling.
“Are you looking down on me?” Qi Huang stepped forward and questioned.
“No, no, no…” Cao Yang was instantly flustered and stood frozen in place.
*Good heavens, only this woman dares to be so defiant towards the Cao family’s young master!* The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded.
“Let’s just walk in like this. It’s not like we have to be carried.” Cao Hui saw that things were not right and quickly stepped forward to mediate.
“Humph…” Qi Huang snorted coldly. This was the effect she wanted, so she pulled Yun Fei and led the way towards the main door. Cheng Hongling also ignored Cao Yang and followed with Ruan Lingyu. Cao Yang had no choice but to give up the opportunity to take advantage and trotted after them. Cao Hui and his wife’s expressions turned grim, but thinking of their daughters-in-law’s strength and appearance, they reluctantly…
“I say, have you finished assimilating or not? The wedding ceremony is about to begin. If you delay any longer, you’ll only be able to murder your husband,” Cheng Hongling crossed the ceremonial brazier. Seeing that she was about to enter the main hall, she finally became anxious.
“Don’t worry, unless I die, you will never be a widow,” Qi Huang said with a confident smile, then calmly lifted her skirt and stepped over the brazier. The three then entered the main hall. Cao Yin’s human soul clone had been waiting for a long time, and Cao Yang’s parents had also taken their seats.
“Distinguished guests, the groom Cao Yang, and the brides Cheng Hongling and Qi Huang. The solemn wedding ceremony is now commencing. We invite the officiants to perform their duties, the stewards to carry out their tasks, and the observers to cheer them on…” The chief officiant began to passionately host the wedding, for fear of overlooking any detail. Cao Hui and his wife gradually forgot their concerns, and their faces once again showed joy. Cao Yin’s human soul clone, however, remained expressionless, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, completely unaware that he had already been assimilated. Qi Huang patiently played along. After a series of complicated rituals, the wedding ceremony finally began, and at this moment, she had finally completed the assimilation of Cao Yin’s two clones.
“Groom and brides, bow to heaven and earth!” The chief officiant shouted excitedly, trying to gain the appreciation of the Cao family.
“Bow to your dead head.” Qi Huang suddenly threw off her veil and cursed.
