Cultivators’ weddings were not bound by elaborate rituals like the “first bow to Heaven and Earth, second bow to parents, and mutual bow between husband and wife.” Often, a simple declaration of “ceremony complete” sufficed. Some cultivators even sought dual cultivation partners, exchanging oaths of eternal love in bed, only to part ways without further commitment.
Yet, that little nuisance took ceremonies very seriously—thousands of miles of bridal finery, phoenix robes, and sunset cloaks; not a single piece could be missing.
Poor Su Bai had been single for eighteen years, never having had a girlfriend or even held a girl’s hand, and today she was going to be “married off” to this very “nuisance pig” she’d been raising.
Mechanically following the formalities, Su Bai’s mind was preoccupied with whether to shout, “I oppose this marriage!” Ideally, she hoped to enrage Su Xiaohei into stabbing her, thus triggering another simulation round.
But each time she thought this, the burning sensation in her lower abdomen flared, climbing all the way to her throat, forcing her to abandon the thought temporarily.
A long while passed until the entire ceremony concluded with a cup of united peach blossom wine.
Only then did the Golden Core cultivators present their gifts and blessings—some were Su Bai’s friends, others potential rivals, and some cultivators she hoped to win over.
Su Xiaohei was shining brilliantly on the Outer Domain battlefield, while Su Bai hadn’t been idle in Central Continent either. Though she couldn’t openly seize enemy sect territories or destabilize the Immortal Alliance, she could certainly play the faction game.
Leveraging the ever-expanding Hundred Herbs Valley and the partial sharing of refining techniques, she contacted various Golden Core sects, aiming to form a Golden Core True Immortal Cultivators Mutual Aid Association, simply called the Golden Mutual Association.
Bringing Golden Core True Immortals onto one platform, and utilizing her maxed-out political intrigue talents, she intended to pit factions against each other—backing one, attacking another, isolating a third—and become the president of the Golden Mutual Association.
Unfortunately, her plans were interrupted when the powerful nuisance disrupted her formation.
No one knew exactly how that nuisance cultivated—before reaching a century old, he had already ascended to the rank of True Lord. Such speed rivaled the reincarnation of a body-snatching expert returning to cultivation!
Wait, body-snatching?
Su Bai’s delicate body stiffened as a thought exploded like thunder in her mind.
At that moment, Zhang Sanhong approached, smiling broadly and cupping his hands in congratulation: “Fellow Daoist Qingyang, congratulations, congratulations! Congratulations on becoming Xuantian True Lord!”
Su Bai’s lips twitched slightly, wanting to say something, but when she glanced at the nuisance clinging to her waist, words stuck in her throat. Finally, she managed to squeeze out:
“Thank you, Daoist Zhang.
“As for the cultivation techniques you entrusted me with before, I have recently found similar methods. I had planned to send them to you via Daotian in the next two years, but it seems you haven’t been paying attention to Daotian lately. Now that we meet again, I’m not sure if you still have a need for these…”
Zhang Sanhong produced several cultivation manuals from his robes: The Ten-Thousand Transformations Celestial Spirit Art, the Yin-Yang Ruyi Technique, and the Extreme Yang Shedding Shell Scripture.
All these techniques theoretically could reverse yin and yang when cultivated deeply, and they had been the very methods Su Bai had been collecting in recent years to solve her gender transformation problem.
Unfortunately, despite her cultivation attempts, none had worked. She could only helplessly entrust others to continue searching, trying one manual after another.
Watching the cultivation manuals in Zhang Sanhong’s hands, Su Bai sighed inwardly but remained expressionless: “Thank you for your kindness, Daoist Zhang. These past years, I’ve indeed been entangled with some trivial matters.” She cast a subtle glance at the “nuisance” beside her.
That nuisance, seemingly unaware of Su Bai’s gaze, still held her tightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips as he looked at Zhang Sanhong.
“Daoist Zhang, your kindness is appreciated, but Master no longer uses such things. Just recently, Master told me himself, ‘Being a woman’s quite nice.’”
“Isn’t that right, Master?”
Xuantian True Lord lowered his head to the figure in his arms, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes, being a woman is quite nice. Thank you for your kind intentions, Daoist Zhang.” Su Bai couldn’t control herself and blurted out these words. Immediately, she caught Zhang’s oddly intense gaze and felt utterly embarrassed, wishing she could crawl into a hole.
“Well then, I shall not disturb further and take my leave.”
Zhang Sanhong bowed respectfully and departed.
Once Zhang Sanhong was out of sight, Xuantian True Lord lowered his voice close to Su Bai’s ear, teasing:
“White Slave, still want to change back?”
Su Bai said nothing, but heard him continue, “White Slave, you’ll never change back in this lifetime. I like you just like this—hugging, sleeping with me, and…”
The man in the white robe with golden patterns bit gently on the big sister’s blushing earlobe, his breath like silk: “Sex.”
“You!” Su Bai was a mix of shame and anger, wanting to slap the man in front of her dead.
Suddenly, Xuantian True Lord tightened his embrace, forcefully kissing her lips.
“Mm~”
Startled by his sudden move, Su Bai struggled but couldn’t break free. She felt like a stranded fish, utterly at his mercy.
Among the passing Golden Core cultivators, not a single one spoke up. Some continued drinking, others debated the Dao as if nothing had happened. Some even picked up spirit fruits to eat, an entirely harmonious scene.
Unlike mortal banquets lasting a few days, the cultivator world extended lifespans, and a banquet generally lasted at least half a month. At first, everyone ate, drank, and exchanged congratulations; later, they sat down to discuss Dao, with elders guiding juniors in cultivation.
Seeing the nuisance instructing various Golden Core cultivators at that moment, Su Bai found an excuse to step outside, wandering backstage to a secluded spot. She glanced at the faintly glowing “Xuan” character on her abdomen before sitting cross-legged.
Sunflower Secret Manual, activate!
Little brat! Just because I won’t let you know why flowers are red doesn’t mean my surname’s not Su!
You still dare call me “White Slave”? The audacity!
Transferring half of the “Xuan” character to another body to temporarily block the nuisance’s control, Su Bai had hoped to move the Golden Core seal to that body as well and restore her cultivation immediately, even at the cost of exposing herself.
But the seal was too stubborn, impossible to absorb in the short term.
Grabbing the robe of an elder passing backstage, Su Bai hurriedly called out, “Help me contact the Daotian Immortal Alliance. I seriously suspect my apprentice—no, Xuantian True Lord—has been body-snatched.”
“Sect Leader?” The startled Zhao Shanming turned around.
Recognizing the cultivator as his trusted confidant, Su Bai’s eyes lit up as she urged, “Yes, it’s me! Hurry!”
“Xuantian True Lord has definitely been body-snatched! Report to the Immortal Alliance immediately!”
“Alright… alright!” Zhao Shanming quickly drew out a magical device and began infusing it with spiritual energy.
When the device activated, Su Bai’s taut nerves finally relaxed as she exhaled.
The Immortal Alliance’s efficiency was slow, but when it came to threats destabilizing internal order, they acted decisively. It was like a routine anti-crime sweep that unexpectedly turned into a full rebellion crackdown.
Time passed anxiously. Knowing the Immortal Alliance’s usual pace, Su Bai grew uneasy. No, according to the timeline, the Iron Fist should be arriving soon—several Nascent Soul True Lords combining forces to scour every inch of the Three Mountains Sect’s land.
She looked up with doubt, about to ask for an update, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with reluctant apology.
“True Lord.” The next moment, Zhao Shanming bowed respectfully toward the shadowed corner behind her, body slightly inclined, his attitude extremely deferential.