The Demon Cataclysm was pacified, and the Five Provinces returned to peace.
In the Central State, two major sects stood side by side: one was the Nine Heavens Palace, the other the Wenxuan Sect.
They shared the governance of the northern and southern Daoist orthodoxies and jointly guarded the order of the mountains and rivers.
The Demonic Mother Trees that had previously spread across all realms withered and scattered on their own as the calamity faded.
In the broken minor realms beyond the Five Provinces, the earth veins slowly recovered, and life force gradually grew.
Inside the Longyin Hall of the Nine Heavens Palace, a pond of withered white lotuses bloomed, filling the room with a cold fragrance.
In the center, on a ten-foot-wide white jade lotus platform, Jiang Huai lay sideways, a simple colored silk cloth covering his eyes, a piece of soft silk cloth stuffed in his mouth, and his four limbs pressed down by four inch-long little dragons coiled around them, their dragon tails wrapped around his wrists and ankles, leaving him unable to move.
Wu Zhaohua wore a moon-white nightgown, her brows and eyes clear and cold as frost, with a few traces of lingering thin red on her cheeks.
She endured for a long time, but finally couldn’t hold back. Her bare foot lightly kicked Qin Qingyue, who was bending over and swallowing nearby.
“I say, why do you have to come over every time?”
Qin Qingyue straightened up, coughed twice, turned back and rolled her eyes at her.
“Who wants to come near you? It was clearly decided by drawing lots. Why blame me?”
Then she shifted sideways to the side, leaving half the space.
“The remaining half for you. Want it?”
Wu Zhaohua glanced at the spot she had touched, a faint disgust rising on her cold pretty face, and immediately turned her face away.
“Do as you please. Even if I endure, I won’t take the other half.”
She had never gotten along with Qin Qingyue. Serving together, she only found that face annoying everywhere.
Now, after looking at it for a long time, even Qin Xuange’s similar face had become unpleasant to her.
Even more, she disliked so many people crowded in the hall, making a noisy mess.
‘Why do those women from the Red Dragon Clan like to scream so much?!’
‘And that Su Yingman from the Huanhuan Sect! She just loves showing off!’
“You called me here today, it shouldn’t be just to bicker. I don’t have time to chat with you.”
Wu Zhaohua said, crossing her arms.
Ao Yao leaned against the jade pillar by the lotus platform, holding a bulging sword sheath in her arms, with a satisfied look on her face, and spoke slowly.
“Naturally, it’s about the marriage.”
Wu Zhaohua raised an eyebrow.
“Marriage? I already performed the ceremony with him. Could it be that some of you haven’t yet?”
As she spoke, she stood up, her bare jade-like white feet gently stepping on Jiang Huai’s lower abdomen.
A muffled sound came from Jiang Huai’s throat, but he didn’t struggle.
He knew that these women from the female-dominated world were always like this in matters of love.
As long as it didn’t go too far, he let them have their fun. He was happy as long as they were happy.
Ao Yao gestured a very large circle with both hands, her eyes shining.
“Not a private ceremony, but a grand wedding known to all the Five Provinces! After the wedding, we’ll move to the Immortal Realm.”
“Sister Qin means we should just combine the wedding and the ascension into one event to save trouble.”
Qin Qingyue and the others had already calculated that they would open a dwelling on an immortal mountain in the Immortal Realm, so that in the future, traveling between the two realms would have a place to stay.
Wu Zhaohua tapped her chin with her fingertip and thought for a moment.
She thought that Xiao Yue would eventually ascend, and for the long-term development of the Wenxuan Sect, they indeed needed to first establish a foundation in the Immortal Realm, so she nodded and said:
“Alright, that idea works.”
Then she glanced sideways at Qin Qingyue, her tone carrying some impatience.
“Are you done? Dawdling.”
Qin Qingyue pretended not to hear, moved further to the side, leaving most of the space, looked up at her, with a hint of provocation in her eyes.
Wu Zhaohua clicked her tongue, turned her face away.
“You dragons really have a temper…”
She waved her hand.
“Forget it, use it yourself. Save the trouble of you getting anxious when we fight over it later.”
She knew that Qin Qingyue was in heat, and when she saw others taking a share, she couldn’t help but feel discontented. She was very protective of her food.
As she spoke, she bent down, her fingers pulling out the soft silk cloth from Jiang Huai’s mouth, sat down, and snorted lightly.
“No matter how powerful, you’re still a playboy.”
Jiang Huai helplessly moved his wrists, but was held tighter by the little dragons, so he had to let her scold him.
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Soon it was the wedding date.
That day, the sky was clear, the breeze was gentle, and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
The square in front of the Nine Heavens Palace was covered with ten miles of red felt carpet. Under the eaves of the palace, red silk palace lanterns hung.
Fairy music drifted faintly on the steps, and joy filled every place.
This wedding was unprecedentedly grand. Cultivators of high status from all over the Five Provinces came to the feast.
Everyone knew that the female immortals collectively marrying Jiang Huai was the first such grand event in history.
At the auspicious hour, a group of female immortals, each wearing various cloud sash wedding dresses, slowly walked out of the hall.
Wu Zhaohua wore a formal red white phoenix wedding dress, her posture tall and straight, her brows and eyes cold and beautiful, her red lips lightly touched, standing on Jiang Huai’s left.
Qin Qingyue wore a crimson gold dragon pattern wedding skirt, her dragon horns faintly visible in her hair, her dragon tail lightly swinging, smiling radiantly.
The others also wore auspicious garments, some gentle, some lively, some cold, all different beauties, surrounding Jiang Huai in the center.
Amidst the ritual music, everyone performed the ceremony together, bowing in unison, completing the wedding ceremony.
On the guest seats, Qi Yurong looked at the circle of figures in the hall, shaking her head repeatedly.
She reached out and rubbed the top of Jianjia’s head beside her, sighing.
“Look at this. Is this a wedding? So many people standing in a circle, it looks more like a sworn brotherhood.”
Jianjia’s tail wagged, a wedding fruit in her mouth, making vague whimpering sounds.
Chi Yun Ancestor leaned sideways against the table, also reached out to stroke Jianjia’s fur, her eyes falling on White Dew among the crowd, filled with emotion.
“I never thought that at this old age, I would witness such a scene.”
“Sometimes I’m even glad that I’ve lived long enough to see the Five Provinces emerge from the Demon Cataclysm and encounter such a marvel.”
She looked around, frowned and muttered to herself.
“Speaking of which, where is Senior Ji Xi? Didn’t she reshape her body long ago?”
“Why on such a grand day, is she nowhere to be seen?”
Others might not know, but the old-timers understood that Ji Xi and White Dew were very close. There was no reason for her to miss such an important event.
It turned out that after Ji Xi reshaped her physical body, she took the initiative to travel through all the realms.
Although she was not as powerful as Jiang Huai, she was a major Yin-Yang Body, best at harmonizing earth veins and promoting life force.
Those broken small worlds that had been ravaged by the Heavenly Demons, after her treatment, could recover faster and regain human habitation.
She loved doing this.
Watching the worlds she had once fought to protect slowly regain their vitality gave her a sense of fulfillment.
Chi Yun Ancestor shook her head, her mature beautiful face showing some regret.
“It’s a pity. White Dew has always been close to her. I thought she would be the one to officiate the wedding today.”
In truth, she mostly wanted to see the fun.
Just as she was speaking, Bai Tan on the hall announced loudly:
“Rites complete!”
As the White Dragon Saintess, she had been temporarily pulled in to act as the ritual officer.
After the ceremony, the women did not disperse.
Each held a red rope in her hand, the other end tied to the jade belt around Jiang Huai’s waist. The red ropes were scattered, like a spider web surrounding him in the center.
From afar, it looked like stars surrounding the moon.
Jiang Huai looked down at the red ropes wrapped around his waist, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly:
“You… do you have to lead me around with ropes like this?”
Wu Zhaohua gave him a cold sidelong glance, her tone indifferent.
“Then tell me, how do you divide yourself into over ten parts so that everyone gets a share?”
Jiang Huai immediately shut his mouth and said no more. This was impossible to answer. Saying more would only bring a scolding.
The group retreated to the back hall square. Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua exchanged a glance and raised their hands together in a wave.
A rosy cloud light flashed, and a cloud sedan chair appeared out of nowhere, exquisitely carved and adorned with pearls and jade.
“Let’s go. Time to head to the Immortal Realm.”
Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua, one on the left and one on the right, raised their hands to open the sedan curtain, standing sideways beside the sedan, waiting for Jiang Huai to enter.
The other women also took their positions, ready to accompany.
“Wait!”
A clear female voice came from the edge of the sky, piercing through the fairy music, landing clearly in everyone’s ears.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a red-clad figure riding the wind, her figure tall and straight, actually half a head taller than the already tall Qin Qingyue.
Her figure was full and proportionate, her red clothes fluttering, her brows and eyes bright as fire, only a jade crown tied in her hair, imposing and heroic.
It was Ji Xi, who should have been traveling in a minor realm thousands of miles away.
She landed in front of the sedan, her robe fluttering down, and sure enough, she also held a red rope in her hand.
She smiled as she swept her gaze over the crowd, finally landing on Jiang Huai.
“Everyone seems to be in a hurry. I wonder if it’s convenient to add me?”
White Dew immediately stepped forward, pointed at her, her cheeks flushed with anger, her fingers trembling.
“You… how did you come! What do you mean ‘add one’?”
Ji Xi was not at all shy. She stepped forward and patted White Dew on the back, laughing openly.
“Good sister, years of friendship.”
“I helped you a lot before, didn’t I? Without my foundation, how could you be where you are today?”
“Such a big event, I can’t be left out.”
As she spoke, she flipped her hand and tied her red rope to Jiang Huai’s jade belt as well, the movement smooth and natural, without any reservation.
White Dew shot her a fierce glare, turned her face away in anger, but ultimately said nothing more.
The next moment, rosy cloud light rose from the Nine Heavens Palace, shooting straight into the clouds, dyeing half the sky red.
Countless cultivators looked up and saw, within the rosy cloud light, several female immortals in wedding dresses surrounding a cloud sedan, their figures graceful, immortal qi swirling.
In front of the sedan, five giant dragons wound their way, pulling the ropes: black dragon, white dragon, red dragon, azure dragon, yellow dragon, distinct in color, their dragon scales reflecting sunlight, shining brightly, dragon roars echoing across the wilderness.
The momentum was immense, the majesty unparalleled. It was truly the first grand wedding ceremony in the history of the Five Provinces.
Countless cultivators kowtowed and prayed, taking it as immortals manifesting.
On the ground, Chi Yun Ancestor squinted at the tall red-clad figure in the sky, stunned for a long time, the wine cup in her hand forgotten before her mouth, muttering:
“No way… How did Senior Ji also go up?”
“A reverse… can also work?”
Chi Yun Ancestor put down the wine cup and looked down at her own voluptuous figure, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy. She felt she had missed something, lost out for no reason.
She rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingertip, then thought again: With Jiang Huai’s current cultivation, he could travel freely between the two realms. He would return to the Five Provinces eventually, so there was no rush.
As she spoke, in the sky above, the Heavenly Gate to the Immortal Realm boomed open.
Ten thousand golden rays poured down from the Heavenly Gate like a waterfall, enveloping the entire cloud sedan.
Behind the Heavenly Gate, one could faintly see jade buildings and jade towers, clouds surging, immortal spiritual qi rushing forth.
The five dragons let out a long cry in unison, their bodies stretching, pulling the floral sedan chair through the Heavenly Gate.
The group of female immortals followed on left and right, their robes fluttering, their figures gradually disappearing into the dazzling immortal radiance.
The red ropes linked, the sedan steady, heading all the way into the depths of the Immortal Realm.
From then on, the cultivators of the Five Provinces passed down by word of mouth the story of this one and only grand wedding in eternity.
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