296: Chapter 290 Wedding Night, Ren Quanxu of Tianyin Pavilion

The auspicious time has arrived.

Dong—The Heaven-Shaking Bell rang out once more.

The originally noisy plaza instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward the Magpie Bridge connecting the two peaks.

At one end of the Magpie Bridge, in the direction of Hidden Sword Peak.

Chen Zhiwen was dressed in a red robe with gold patterns, wearing a purple-gold crown on his head and auspicious cloud boots on his feet.

The detached and otherworldly aura he usually possessed was now made even more noble and majestic by this magnificent attire.

He walked over quietly, and with every step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

Lotus blooms with every step!

This was a manifestation of having reached the pinnacle of spiritual power control, as well as a resonance with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

At the other end of the Magpie Bridge, in the direction of Cangdan Peak.

Xiao Linger slowly appeared, surrounded by a group of female Disciples.

At that moment, it was as if the heavens and earth had lost all color.

She was wearing a Phoenix coronet and robes; the wedding dress was woven from the finest shimmering brocade, embroidered with nine phoenixes about to take flight, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

Her makeup was exquisite to the extreme; her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn waters.

The clamor submerged the main peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect like a tidal wave.

Above the clouds, thousands of auspicious rays of light appeared.

Representatives from various forces, whether sincere or feigned, all wore the brightest smiles on their faces.

"Congratulations, Elder Chen! Congratulations, Peak Master Xiao!"

An old man in brocade robes cupped his hands, his voice as loud as a bell.

He was the head of the Wang Family, a first-class Family in the Eastern Continent, and he bowed very low, appearing exceptionally humble.

"The two Seniors are a talented man and a beautiful woman, truly a match made in heaven; this is a wonderful story for our Eastern Continent's cultivation world!"

"Indeed, indeed! Such a celestial couple is rare to see in a thousand years!"

Another Elder from Luoxia Valley chimed in, not to be outdone.

As he spoke, he waved his hand to have the Disciples behind him push the gifts forward again, fearing the hosts wouldn't see them.

The hundreds of small Sects and cultivation families that were affiliated with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were even more excited.

To them, a Nascent Soul Cultivator was the heavens.

Ordinarily, let alone seeing the true face of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even hearing a single voice transmission would be enough to boast about for years.

Now, to be able to witness the Dao-binding ceremony of two great Nascent Soul experts with their own eyes—what an honor this was.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Luck is flourishing, a double happiness has arrived; this is truly a blessing for the Eastern Continent!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Immediately after, the mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cheers of blessings rang out, shaking the clouds in the high sky.

Sect Master Li Daoxuan stood on the high platform, watching this scene, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

He felt that in his entire life, he had never been as glorious as he was today.

...

In the core viewing area of the crowd.

The four Disciples of Hidden Sword Peak stood straight, like four javelins.

Their faces were filled with irrepressible pride.

"Senior Brother, pinch me."

Zhang Meng widened his bull-like eyes, looking at his Revered Master on the high platform who was the center of attention, like a god, his voice trembling.

His two thick, large hands had nowhere to rest in his excitement, so he could only tightly grip the corner of his clothes.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath and did not actually pinch his Junior Brother.

His eyes were slightly red; that was a sign of extreme excitement.

"No need to pinch; this isn't a dream."

Zhao Qian's voice was a bit hoarse, yet exceptionally firm.

He stared intently ahead, as if he wanted to engrave this moment deep within his Divine Soul forever.

"Our Revered Master is now a truly important figure."

"From now on in the Eastern Continent, as long as we state the three words 'Hidden Sword Peak', who would dare not give us some face?"

Beside them, Sun Jing was already teary-eyed.

She was a woman, and her thoughts were more delicate; she thought not only of the prestige but also of how difficult the journey had been.

"Revered Master finally doesn't have to guard the lonely peak all by himself."

Sun Jing took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, but a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"Peak Master Xiao is so beautiful and so powerful; she will definitely be very good to Revered Master."

The youngest, Li Xiu, just chuckled.

Li Xiu puffed out his chest and deliberately raised his voice.

"In the future, we will not only have a Nascent Soul Stage Revered Master, but also a Nascent Soul Stage Mistress!"

"What is this called? This is called a double backing!"

"In the future, if anyone dares to bully us, hmph, we'll make them pay!"

The four looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with warmth.

...

The sun set behind the western mountains, and the stars began to appear.

The clamor that had lasted all day finally faded away slowly.

According to the ancient etiquette of the cultivation world, the tedious procedures of offering sacrifices to Heaven, bowing to Earth, and paying respects to ancestors were finally all completed.

There was no custom of teasing the newlyweds in the bridal chamber like in the Mortal world.

After all, this was the wedding of two great Nascent Soul experts; who would dare to be so foolish as to tease the bridal chamber of a Nascent Soul Ancestor?

That would be having lived too long.

As the last batch of guests was escorted to the guest rooms to rest.

The entire back mountain of Hidden Sword Peak was shrouded in a hazy red barrier.

This was a Restriction personally set up by Chen Zhiwen, isolating all Divine Sense detection and also isolating the noise of the outside world.

Inside the bridal chamber.

Dragon and Phoenix red candles burned high, illuminating the room brightly.

The air was permeated with a faint scent of dragon incense, mixed with the delicate fragrance of a woman, making one intoxicated just by smelling it.

Chen Zhiwen pushed open the door and walked in.

His footsteps were a bit unsteady, not because he was drunk on spiritual wine, but because his heart was beating too fast.

Having Transmigrated to this world for so long, he had focused solely on the Dao, and throughout those dull years of cultivation, he had always been alone.

Loneliness is the fate of a Cultivator, but it is also a kind of torture.

And today, he was finally saying goodbye to those long years of being single.

"Husband..."

A soft call came from behind the red gauze curtains.

The voice was charming to the bone, carrying a hint of shyness and a hint of anticipation, as if a small brush were gently scratching at the tip of Chen Zhiwen's heart.

Chen Zhiwen took a deep breath, suppressing the heat in his heart.

He slowly walked to the bedside, reached out his hand, and gently lifted the red gauze curtains.

The scene before him made his breath hitch.

Xiao Linger was sitting upright on the edge of the bed.

She had already removed the heavy Phoenix coronet, and her waterfall-like black hair hung loosely over her shoulders.

Her originally cold and arrogant face was now flushed with two intoxicating shades of red, like a ripe peach, tempting to be plucked.

Those eyes that were usually as cold as frost were now filled with spring water, gazing at him tenderly.

"Linger..."

Chen Zhiwen's voice was low, carrying deep affection.

He sat down and reached out to hold Xiao Linger's soft, boneless hand.

It felt warm and moist, as delicate as jade.

"I've kept you waiting."

Xiao Linger lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, casting a shadow under her eyelids.

She held Chen Zhiwen's large hand in return; the warmth from his palm was transmitted to her, making her feel an unprecedented sense of peace.

"I haven't."

Xiao Linger's voice was as soft as a mosquito, but it reached Chen Zhiwen's ears clearly.

"As long as it is you, it is never too late."

This sentence was like pouring oil on fire.

It instantly ignited the emotions that had been suppressed in Chen Zhiwen's heart for a long time.

He could no longer control himself and suddenly pulled the beauty before him into his arms.

The red candles flickered, light and shadow intertwined.

Two figures slowly overlapped.

This night.

Was destined to be a sleepless night. Both were Cultivators who had entered the Nascent Soul Dao.

Their physical bodies had been tempered by countless spiritual powers and had long since transcended the Mortal Realm.

Such powerful physiques naturally meant that in this joy of the bridal chamber, they had energy and endurance far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Red candles burned out one after another.

Until the eastern horizon showed a fish-belly white.

The blush-inducing movements finally gradually subsided.

...

In the following days.

The main gate of Hidden Sword Peak's main hall was tightly closed.

Only the occasional passing bird could hear some faint sounds coming from within.

Chen Zhiwen felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Having Transmigrated to this cultivation world for so long, he had always kept his nerves taut.

Either he was in seclusion to Cultivate, running around for the trivial matters of the Sect, or dealing with various potential crises.

It was the first time he had completely relaxed his body and mind, indulging in a land of tenderness.

Xiao Linger also changed from her usual coldness.

As a newlywed wife, she seemed to want to vent all the emotions she had been missing over the years at this moment.

The two were addicted to the taste.

It was almost singing all night and lingering every day.

If it weren't for the fact that both were high-level Nascent Soul experts with deep True Qi protecting their bodies, such tossing and turning would have damaged their Foundation long ago.

But for them, this instead became a unique form of Dual Cultivation.

Under the harmony of Yin and Yang, their auras not only did not wither but instead became more rounded and profound.

...

Happy times always pass quickly.

Seven days later.

Hidden Sword Peak finally returned to its usual tranquility.

Although the festive red decorations had not yet been completely removed, life had to return to the right track.

The Disciples began to sweat on the training grounds again.

Chen Zhiwen also sat back on the meditation cushion in the main hall, starting to handle the accumulated Sect affairs and guiding Xiao Linger on some of her confusion in cultivation.

On this day, the sun was bright.

The protective formation of Hidden Sword Peak suddenly rippled.

A golden communication talisman pierced through the clouds and landed in Chen Zhiwen's hand.

Chen Zhiwen swept his Divine Sense over it, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

He stood up, tidied his robes, and said to Xiao Linger beside him.

"A guest has arrived."

Xiao Linger was brewing tea; upon hearing this, she looked up, her beautiful face carrying a hint of lazy charm.

"Who is it?"

She asked softly, gracefully pouring the tea into a jade cup.

"Ren Quanxu of Tian Yin Pavilion."

A smile curled up on the corner of Chen Zhiwen's mouth.

"This old friend is indeed well-informed."

...

A moment later.

Under the welcoming pine of Hidden Sword Peak.

Two figures sat opposite each other.

Ren Quanxu was still wearing an elegant long gown, holding a folding fan in his hand; he did not look like a powerful Nascent Soul Cultivator, but rather like a scholar wandering through the mountains and rivers.

Tian Yin Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were both major Sects of the Righteous Path in the Eastern Continent.

The two Sects had always been on good terms, acting as a mutual defense alliance.

Ren Quanxu looked at Chen Zhiwen, a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, it has been a few days; your spirit and energy have become even more abundant."

Ren Quanxu cupped his hands, his tone carrying a bit of teasing.

"I can smell this festive air from far away."

Chen Zhiwen laughed, not avoiding the topic.

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Ren Quanxu.

"Fellow Daoist Ren is joking."

"It is just that I have fulfilled a wish, and my heart is clear."

Chen Zhiwen put down the teapot, his gaze falling on Ren Quanxu's face.

"However, Fellow Daoist Ren, you wouldn't come to the Three Treasure Hall without a reason."

"Coming here specially today, I'm afraid it's not just to ask for this cup of wedding wine, right?"

Ren Quanxu closed his folding fan, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

He picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip, seemingly organizing his words.

"Since Fellow Daoist Chen is straightforward, I will not beat around the bush."

Ren Quanxu put down the teacup and said seriously.

"First, naturally, I am here to congratulate Fellow Daoist Chen on your promotion to Nascent Soul and your marriage; this is a double happiness."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite gift box from his storage ring and pushed it in front of Chen Zhiwen.

Chen Zhiwen did not rush to open it.

He just nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude.

"Fellow Daoist Ren is too polite."

Chen Zhiwen looked at Ren Quanxu, waiting for his follow-up.

He knew the main event was to come.

Ren Quanxu paused, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice.

"Second, I want to invite Fellow Daoist Chen to participate in an operation."

"An operation to eliminate Yao Beasts."

Chen Zhiwen frowned slightly.

Eliminate Yao Beasts?

At their Realm, there is no need to take action personally for ordinary small Yao Beasts.

Unless...

"I wonder which Prodigy Fellow Daoist Ren is talking about?"

Chen Zhiwen's fingers tapped the stone table rhythmically.

Ren Quanxu took a deep breath and slowly spat out a few words.

"Ten thousand miles away, Taiyin Mountain."

Chen Zhiwen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Taiyin Mountain, that is the extremely Yin place of the Eastern Continent, shrouded in poisonous miasma all year round, and extremely dangerous.

"A group of Yao Beast spiders has recently entrenched themselves there."

Ren Quanxu continued, his tone becoming somewhat heavy.

"These spiders multiply extremely fast and have seriously threatened the safety of the surrounding Mortal cities, and even have a trend of expanding outward."

Chen Zhiwen felt a little relieved.

If it were just a large number, it would not be anything to fear.

"What is the approximate cultivation of these spiders?"

Chen Zhiwen asked tentatively.

Ren Quanxu smiled, his expression relaxing a bit.

"Most of them are low-level Yao Beasts."

"The few leaders among them have cultivation roughly at the Golden Core Stage."

Hearing this, Chen Zhiwen's fingers tapping on the table stopped.

He looked at Ren Quanxu, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Golden Core Stage?"

Chen Zhiwen asked back, his tone carrying obvious confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, both you and I are Nascent Soul Cultivators."

"A few mere Golden Core Stage Yao Beasts, no matter how many there are, with the strength of your Pavilion's Disciples, they could just form a formation to wipe them out."

"Why do you need to take action yourself, and even come to find me specifically?"

Between Golden Core and Nascent Soul, there is an insurmountable chasm.

If it were really just Golden Core Yao Beasts, Ren Quanxu could just send a few True Disciples to gain experience.

There must be something fishy in this.

Ren Quanxu saw that Chen Zhiwen was suspicious and no longer hid it.

He gave a bitter laugh and shook his head helplessly.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed meticulous."

"To tell you the truth, if it were only those Golden Core spiders, I naturally would not come to trouble you."

Ren Quanxu's face became serious, even carrying a hint of dread.

"The key is that behind this huge spider group, there is a true controller."

"Those are two Spider Yao Kings that have lived for thousands of years!"

Chen Zhiwen knew it wasn't that simple.