“Is even this one condition unacceptable to you?” Yue Chan spoke, her fair body radiating light. Her cultivation sealed, her skin gleamed with a crystalline luster.
“This condition is extremely difficult to fulfill. I believe it might take many years before it can truly be realized,” Shi Hao remained unmoved.
At this moment, Yue Chan lightly furrowed her brow, her heart filled with unease. This feeling of being beyond her control was deeply unpleasant—something she had never experienced in the past.
In former days, whenever she appeared, it was always as the moon among stars, undoubtedly the center of attention wherever she went, always treated with utmost reverence.
Yet tonight, facing such a predicament, she felt anxious and wanted to retreat, her heart extremely tense as she struggled to devise a plan.
“Relax, my dear wife,” Shi Hao teased, somewhat soothingly. Somehow, he had once again taken her soft hand, guiding her to sit beside a stone table. He poured wine himself and delivered it to her snow-white, delicate hand, also raising his own cup. “We haven’t even shared the wedding wine yet.”
“What?!” Yue Chan startled. Her mind had been wandering in deep thought and she nearly drank from the cup instinctively. Instantly, she became wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Shi Hao laughed. “You’re not usually like this. Graceful and ethereal like a fairy, wise and serene. Why are you so nervous? Isn’t having children much simpler than your arduous cultivation that resulted in your primary and secondary divine embryos?”
“People say husband and wife are united in heart and spirit. If you cannot satisfy even my first request, how can you ever win my devotion?” said Yue Chan.
As she spoke, a glow emerged from Yue Chan’s forehead. A sacred aura gradually spread, as though a deity were awakening, causing her entire body to shine radiantly with a fragrant perfume.
Shi Hao was surprised and became vigilant, carefully inspecting before relaxing. Yue Chan was attempting to break the seal on her Yuan Shen, but obviously in vain.
Her sea of consciousness was glowing, yet the holy figure resembling a deity remained motionless, only exuding a gentle luminosity that made her physical form increasingly enchanting.
“Talking about unity in heart, yet you wish to restore your powers and strike against me?” Shi Hao smiled.
Yue Chan brushed her hair aside, the radiance on her skin fading. She sighed inwardly. Truly, did she have no options left? If only she could use her divine arts, she would immediately unleash them.
“Fine, I demand nothing else. Just capture the witch for me,” Yue Chan said.
Shi Hao was surprised and suspicious. Was she yielding? Don’t be fooled by his carefree attitude—he remained cautious, for the fairy from the Bu Tian Sect was no ordinary opponent.
“Clink!”
Their two luminescent cups met, producing a crisp sound, after which both drank.
Soon after, with Shi Hao’s relentless persistence, Yue Chan frowned, her body prickling uneasily as she entwined arms with him to drink another exquisite cup of wine.
“Why does it feel like drinking this cup of wine was even harder than breaking through to become a True God?” Shi Hao remarked, for the first time questioning whether he indeed resembled an ancient ferocious beast.
He clearly felt Yue Chan gritting her teeth, drinking beside him with every hair standing on end, as though facing a powerful demonic entity.
“Thinking of my extraordinary talent, my unmatched heroism—tonight, I actually got married. Sigh, what a bewilderment and melancholy,” Shi Hao pretended to be deeply contemplative.
“If you’re so conceited and thick-skinned, you could certainly reconsider marriage,” Yue Chan replied. Knowing that tonight was inevitable, she began to relax, no longer as apprehensive.
Suddenly, Shi Hao laughed. “From enemies to husband and wife, what kind of relationship do we have now? In the days ahead, will we fight or support each other?”
Yue Chan turned her mouth aside, her fair, translucent skin like jade, and turned her back to him, revealing her attitude.
Shi Hao was taken aback, and then laughed. “So both options are wrong. Well then, we’ll settle on the third: becoming the mother of our children.”
“You…” Yue Chan didn’t turn around, her hair flowing, body graceful, facing away from him. “If you let me go now, we could remain lifelong friends. Otherwise, we’ll be enemies.”
“No problem. Turning a rival into a wife—struggling together for life only to eventually conquer and subdue her. I think this could be an achievement-filled challenge.” Shi Hao said, his spiritual essence fully charged, eyes glowing with divine radiance.
Yue Chan gave a “Hmph” of disdain.
Shi Hao burst into laughter. “Whatever else one might say, it’s late tonight. We should rest.”
Indeed, “resting” naturally led to yet another dispute, including a small-scale “battle.” Under the hazy moonlight, both sides clashed until long afterward when they collapsed side by side onto the bed.
Shi Hao embraced her body without hesitation, while fairy Yue Chan remained aloof and indifferent, maintaining her solemnity and sanctity during the marital night.
“Hey, being this serious—is it a bridal chamber night or a battlefield you’re experiencing? I feel like you just marched into war,” Shi Hao teased, caressing her soft hair.
“Don’t touch me!” Yue Chan turned.
Shi Hao suddenly noticed she was secretly reciting sacred scriptures, diverting her mind into the realm of mantras, which made her look even more solemn and holy.
He was speechless. This was indeed an unusual wedding night—one where the bride resembled a saint, fervently attempting to transcend mundane thoughts.
“Yue Chan, you’re so obsessed with capturing the witch. How about we discuss ways to suppress her?” Shi Hao said. Indeed, this broke her meditation as she refocused.
“Ah!” she gasped immediately—her garment was partially undone, revealing much of her snowy skin. She returned to reality, holiness dissolving, overwhelmed by emotion she couldn’t control.
“Particularly, when one hand brushed across her snowy-white back, it caused her a strange unease—an experience entirely new to her.
“Tell me, what does this feel like?” Shi Hao’s palm caressed down one of her crystalline arms as he asked.
Yue Chan was both shy and furious. Was he really being so unkind, mocking her at a moment like this? She clenched her teeth suddenly and bit down toward Shi Hao.
“Hey, hey, hey! You won’t succeed like that. Be careful not to hurt yourself,” Shi Hao said, offering her shoulder with no concern.
Her white teeth bit hard into Shi Hao’s shoulder, pouring force into it. Yet to Shi Hao, it didn’t hurt at all—his physical body was peerless.
Moreover, he had to suppress his divine strength carefully, or he might accidentally harm the fairy beside him.
“So painful. Be gentle!” Shi Hao exclaimed.
“You…” Yue Chan was livid. Somehow, this fellow just seemed despicably deceitful—a tone intentionally teasing her.
At this moment, a powerful hand passed through her black silky hair, landed on her fair, smooth neck, and slid downward, making Yue Chan startle as if struck by lightning.
In that split second, her entire body prickled, covered in goosebumps, her enchanting form tightening like stone.
“Hey, Fairy, don’t be so discouraging. I barely touched you, and you reacted like a serpent had crawled across your chest?” Shi Hao complained.
With a “Pap!” sound, Shi Hao slapped her snowy, supple hip.
“How dare you!” Yue Chan was alarmed, retreating backward instinctively, only now realizing unknowingly her clothes were half open, the slapped spot already icy cold.
Overwhelmed with tension, she said, “Let’s talk about how to capture the witch.”
But soon, a hand passed through her flowing hair, their faces drawing close—only inches apart.
“You…” In an instant, Yue Chan’s rosy lips were sealed, unable to speak.
Shi Hao tasted a fragrant sweetness as a gentle aroma filled his mouth. Embracing her felt extraordinary—his lips lightly nibbling.
Yue Chan pushed with force, opening wide her eyes. This… her heart pounded violently in shame and anger at what just happened.
Lying beside her, Shi Hao appeared to be savoring the lingering fragrance of her lips before turning his head to look at her again. His arm stretched across her ivory body like fine ivory.
“Hmm, something’s wrong!” Shi Hao suddenly sat upright, startling Yue Chan, who hurriedly pulled her loosened clothing back on in great alarm.
Shi Hao’s senses were sharp. He detected an imperceptible ripple from afar and immediately grew vigilant—why?
“A ploy to draw the tiger from the mountain?” Shi Hao mused aloud but didn’t act alone. Instead, taking Yue Chan with him, they gracefully leapt out the window, following the disturbance.
Soon, he spotted the silhouette of a woman sitting atop a grand palace pavilion, leisurely sipping fine wine beneath the moonlight.
Shi Hao was stunned, his alarm fading into embarrassment. Why was it… his mother?
“Mother…” he was somewhat confused.
Qin Yi Ning remained calm. “I feared for you, my son. Beautiful women are dangerous, especially holy maidens.”
Shi Hao was dazed but quickly understood—indeed, Qin Yi Ning had been apprehensive, worried that Yue Chan might have some hidden tricks. Thus, she had come secretly that night, maintaining watch from an external distance to ensure nothing untoward occurred.
Shi Hao was both amused and exasperated. He noticed his mother looking a bit awkward too, though still struggling to maintain her composure.
As for Yue Chan, her face burned with indignation. Her cheeks turned red then pale, gritting her teeth in fury. “Evil Holy Maiden! You’ve gone too far!”
“The weather is quite agreeable. I’ve admired the stars; it’s time for bed,” Qin Yi Ning forced calmness and drifted away gracefully.
In fact, a dark cloud had long since covered the sky, hiding the moonlight—there were no stars to see.
“Damn her!” Yue Chan fumed.
Her clothes were disheveled, large portions of her snowy skin exposed—was that woman here deliberately to humiliate her? Clearly, a mother-in-law versus daughter-in-law showdown was on the horizon.
“Hey, that’s my mother. Watch your tone,” Shi Hao advised.
The emergency lifted, Shi Hao looked up at the sky, then the distant edge of the night, finding nothing amiss. He smiled brightly again.
“To avoid complications, let’s cherish this delightful night as it is.”
“You…” Fairy Yue Chan flushed crimson.
Shi Hao wrapped his arm around her, stepping lightly into the night. Soon, the Bu Tian Sect fairy’s lips were sealed again as they returned to the bridal chamber.
“Little Shi, I’ll tell you a secret,” Yue Chan finally pushed him away, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with intensity.
“What secret?” Shi Hao naturally showed skepticism. His hand gently traced her full bosom, feeling its silken smoothness.
“The primary body will come!” said Yue Chan.
“What?” Shi Hao was genuinely surprised.
“Do you want to capture her?” Yue Chan asked.
Shi Hao shook his head. “What nonsense are you spouting?” He did not believe her.
“I am not spouting nonsense!” Yue Chan insisted earnestly.
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