109: Chapter 109 One Night of Spring Breeze, One Night of Calamity! Even the Great Emperor Cannot Survive the Tribulation of Love!

Twenty-five days.

A full twenty-five days.

The doors to the bridal chamber deep within the Jiang Family's main peak had not opened once since they were closed that night.

During the first few days, the fluctuations of Law triggered by the Great Emperor Dao Dual Cultivation could still be barely suppressed by the soundproofing barriers.

By the seventh day, they could no longer be contained.

The Yang Qi of a Great Emperor and the peak Yin Qi of a Quasi-Emperor collided within the bridal chamber, each impact resonating with the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

The Spiritual Qi within ten thousand miles of the Jiang Family's territory began to stir abnormally.

Surging by day and receding by night, the Spiritual Qi ebbed and flowed like the tide, day after day, with a regularity that made one blush.

The cultivation efficiency of the thousands of Jiang Family Disciples actually skyrocketed because of this—the remnants of the Laws brought by the Spiritual Qi tides were more effective than any Medicinal Pill, though it did make them somewhat long for a visit to the brothels.

During those twenty-five days, Ji Rushuang and Jiang Taixu took turns guarding the door.

The Emperor Dao Restrictions were replaced three times, seventeen layers of soundproofing barriers were added, and the spatial walls were patched eight times.

By the fourteenth day, Ji Rushuang could no longer keep a straight face; she kicked Jiang Taixu over to take her shift while she escaped to the back mountains to drink tea.

Jiang Taixu sat at the door for an entire night, and the next morning, with a grim expression, he found Ji Rushuang and said one thing.

"My daughter."

"Yes?"

"Is even more ferocious than you were back then."

Ji Rushuang's tea cup trembled slightly with envy.

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Nangong Waner was staying in the Jiang Family's guest courtyard.

For twenty-five days, she had not stepped foot out of the courtyard.

She could endure for the first three days, but by the fourth day, she began smashing things. By the seventh day, the stone tables and chairs in the yard were all shattered. On the tenth day, she locked herself in her room, sealing the windows with Emperor Dao runes.

But things like aura sensitivity cannot be sealed away.

The power of the union of Yin and Yang produced by the Dual Cultivation of a Great Emperor and a Quasi-Emperor would affect the perception of any Cultivator in the same Realm.

Nangong Waner was at the Ninth Stage Quasi-Emperor; she could clearly feel the frequency and intensity of every collision of Laws within the bridal chamber.

It was so clear that she was envious enough to kill.

On the fifteenth day of Lu Chen and Jiang Yi, she was unhappy.

On the twentieth day of Lu Chen and Jiang Yi, she sought her own pleasure, her hands moving between her legs.

Ye Qingxian passed by the guest courtyard and took a peek over the wall.

Just one look.

Nangong Waner lay on the bed, her purple robes disheveled, her long hair scattered, her Peach-blossom eyes filled with moisture.

It sent Ye Qingxian running away in a scramble.

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The morning of the twenty-fifth day for Lu Chen and Jiang Yi.

Sunlight seeped into the bridal chamber through the cracks in the window.

The wedding candles had long since burned out, the red silk curtains hung crookedly, the brocade quilts were on the floor, and clothes were torn and scattered everywhere.

Lu Chen opened his eyes.

His head was buzzing, and his Dantian below his abdomen was empty—not because his spiritual power was exhausted, but because it had been drawn upon so many times that it was simply gone.

He looked down.

Jiang Yi was lying on his chest, her black hair spread across the bed. Her breathing was long and steady, a hint of a smile on her lips, looking as satisfied as a cat that had stolen some cream.

Moving his gaze downward, Jiang Yi's lower abdomen was slightly bulging, filled to the brim with essence.

Her skin glowed with a faint violet-gold luster—a sign of the Laws entering her body after the union of Yin and Yang.

Her cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, showed signs of loosening.

Lu Chen stared at the ceiling, remaining silent for a long time.

[Twenty-five days.]

[I, a dignified Great Emperor Peak, was drugged by my own fiancée and locked in a bridal chamber for twenty-five days.]

[In my past life, the most I did was play games for three days straight in a rented room without going out. This life is a direct upgrade.]

He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.

It was hard to say if his Dao Heart was broken, but it was certainly shaking violently.

The phrase 'tasting the marrow and knowing the flavor' was something he now understood with profound depth.

"Awake?"

A lazy voice came from his chest.

Jiang Yi didn't look up, her finger tracing a circle on his chest.

"Sleep a bit longer."

"I can't sleep anymore," Lu Chen's voice was raspy. "The bed is about to collapse."

Jiang Yi finally looked up, her phoenix eyes half-open, the corners of her eyes still flushed. She let out a scoff.

"Lousy bed, can't handle a bit of use."

She rolled over, lying entirely on top of Lu Chen with her chin resting on his chest, her phoenix eyes meeting his.

"Lu Chen."

"Yeah."

"You're mine now." Her tone wasn't one of negotiation, but of notification.

"Mine in life, mine in death. If anyone tries to take you, I'll fight them to the death."

Lu Chen looked at her.

To be honest, he wasn't the type of person to just walk away after such an affair.

Twenty-five days wasn't just a one-night stand.

"Fine."

A single word was his acceptance.

Jiang Yi's phoenix eyes lit up.

She leaned in, pecked the corner of his mouth, then rolled off the bed. Barefoot on the floor, she began looking for her clothes.

"Get up. We need to pay our respects to my parents and the elders."

Lu Chen's scalp tightened.

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The moment the bridal chamber door opened, sunlight flooded in.

Lu Chen stood at the door, his clothes neat and his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

But the sight before him made him freeze for a split second.

Jiang Taixu and Ji Rushuang were standing right outside.

Jiang Taixu had his hands behind his back, his violet-gold Emperor robes spotless. Ji Rushuang wore a silver-white Emperor veil, her phoenix eyes filled with smiles.

Two Great Emperor Peak powerhouses were standing straight as poles at the door.

Jiang Yi walked out from behind him, took his arm, and turned to look at him.

"Address them."

Lu Chen took a deep breath.

In this life, he had shattered the Heavenly Gate with a single punch and stood alone throughout the ages with no one daring to oppose him. At this moment, saying these two words was harder than facing a hundred Great Emperors.

"Father."

"Mother."

A smile bloomed on Jiang Taixu's old face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching together.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said 'good' three times in a row and patted Lu Chen's shoulder. The force was so heavy that even a Great Emperor's body was shaken.

"From now on, in this part of the Central State, my Jiang Family has your back!"

Ji Rushuang sized Lu Chen up, her lips curling into a smile. Her gaze swept over his face, then over to Jiang Yi behind him, whose complexion was excessively radiant.

"It's good to be young," she spoke, her tone meaningful.

"In terms of stamina... you're quite fierce."

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched.

Ji Rushuang's tone shifted.

"But you must be enduring. Young man, remember—" She solemnly held up a finger.

"A woman is like a flower; the more she blooms, the more beautiful she becomes. As for men..."

She glanced at Jiang Taixu beside her and shook her head.

"It's a long story."

Jiang Taixu's face turned dark.

"What nonsense are you talking! I am practicing restraint; I am a man devoted to the Dao!"

Jiang Yi bit her lip to stifle a laugh, her grip on Lu Chen's arm tightening slightly.

Ji Rushuang gave Jiang Taixu a sidelong glance and snorted.

"Our daughter is blessed; isn't it good for her to enjoy it? Why practice restraint? You can't even let me enjoy such blessings." Every word was crystal clear.

Jiang Taixu's face turned red, then white, then red again.

His Emperor Dao aura almost broke loose.

"Nonsense! I am devoted to the Dao!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are devoted to the Dao." Ji Rushuang nodded, her tone flat.

Lu Chen turned his face away.

It wasn't out of embarrassment, but because he was afraid of laughing out loud.

Just then, a figure appeared at the courtyard entrance.

Nangong Waner.

She had changed into a new set of purple robes, her long hair was neatly combed, and her makeup was perfect. She looked no different from how she did twenty-five days ago.

But there was no light in her Peach-blossom eyes.

Her eyes were vacant, and no expression could be seen on her face.

She stood at the courtyard gate, her gaze sweeping over Lu Chen, then over Jiang Yi's arm wrapped around his, and finally landing on the joyful expressions of Ji Rushuang and Jiang Taixu.

She was silent for three breaths.

"Congratulations."

The two words came from her mouth, neither cold nor warm.