904: Chapter 905 Who can withstand this?!

'This... who could possibly withstand this?!' The little person inside his heart was screaming frantically.

Mo Jue, this old fox, was well-versed in the essence of striking while the iron was hot! Seeing that Yao Delong didn't immediately refuse like last time, but instead froze in place somewhat dazed, his eyes flickering with intense struggle and hesitation—especially the sudden spark of light when he heard "Fox Fire"—Mo Jue immediately sealed the deal! His voice was booming, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness:

"Good! Good! It seems Young Friend Long is also a sensible person! Hahaha! This matter is settled! I shall make the decision: once Wuya successfully exits seclusion and ascends to Demon Emperor, I will immediately prepare a grand wedding for the two of you! A double blessing, a celebration for the whole world!"

Yao Delong suddenly snapped back to his senses, his lips twitching uncontrollably. 'Good grief! It's... settled? Even the date is being arranged? This is too efficient!'

Alarm bells rang wildly in his heart. 'I'm screwed! The bomb of my Human Race identity could explode at any moment! Shushu's gaze is getting more and more unusual, and that old man from the Di Ting Clan is even more unfathomable... But if I keep making excuses now, it'll only arouse more suspicion!'

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired! At this point, the die was cast! To decline further would be truly abnormal and make it seem like he had a guilty conscience!

Yao Delong took a deep breath, suppressing all distractions. A perfectly timed smile, carrying a hint of being "overwhelmed by favor" and "reluctant acceptance," quickly appeared on his face as he bowed deeply to Mo Jue:

"Senior Mo Jue's profound affection... Long De is eternally grateful! It's just that this matter is so sudden; I fear I might fail to live up to Fellow Daoist Shushu's expectations in the future..." By lowering his posture and hinting at "worry" for the future, he sounded incredibly sincere.

"Hey!" Before Yao Delong could finish, Tushan Yunting, who had been watching with a smile, immediately spoke up in a tone of well-meaning teasing, "Young Friend Long, since things have reached this point, shouldn't you change how you address him? Still calling him Senior?"

He stroked his beard, looking at Yao Delong with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's time to call him Father-in-law. Why talk about failing expectations? That's treating us like strangers, isn't it?"

Yao Delong: "..."

His face flushed red, but his reaction was lightning-fast. He immediately bowed respectfully to Tushan Yunting and Mo Jue again. "Uncle-in-law Yunting is right to scold me! Father-in-law, this nephew was impolite!"

"Hahahaha!" Mo Jue and Tushan Yunting laughed heartily at the same time, their voices echoing through the surroundings! Both were secretly praising him in their hearts: 'This kid! Quick-witted! Knows how to adapt! He gets it! This son-in-law is a keeper!'

Meanwhile, when Xue Shushu heard Yao Delong’s slightly awkward but incredibly clear "Father-in-law," her icy, beautiful face, which had been feigning composure, suddenly turned beet red, as if smeared with the most vibrant rouge! The blush spread all the way down to her slender, elegant neck!

Having spent three thousand years in cold cultivation without ever experiencing romance, she felt her heart thumping like a drum. An indescribable heat surged from her heart through her entire body, causing her to instinctively lower her head. Her eyes, usually as clear and cold as winter stars, were now tinged with a watery layer of shy embarrassment. Her fingers unconsciously twisted her sleeves, the very image of a flustered and bashful young maiden.

This stunning scene of immense contrast made the hearts of the nearby guests, whose eyes were nearly popping out, race wildly! The charm of an iceberg melting in an instant was breathtakingly beautiful!

"Congratulations, Holy Lord Mo Jue! Congratulations! You have gained such an excellent son-in-law!"

"Congratulations, Great Master Long De! Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Xue Shushu! A match made in heaven—this is a grand event for our Demon Domain!"

"A double blessing! Fox King Demon Emperor Xue Wuya is about to ascend to Demon Emperor, and Great Master Long De and Fairy Xue are tying the knot! The Heavenly Fox Clan's prosperity is at hand!"

Instantly, a wave of congratulations like a mountain tsunami echoed through the Qingqiu Sacred Land once more! All the guests, whether sincere or not, were now wearing their warmest smiles as they stepped forward to offer their congratulations.

Big shots like Qilin Patriarch Cang Lü and the Bai Ze Elder also offered their blessings with smiles, but a hint of gravity flashed deep in their eyes. They all knew that with the Heavenly Fox Clan gaining Great Master Long De and soon adding a new Emperor, the future landscape was likely to change!

The boisterous Ten Thousand Fox Feast finally came to an end amidst this feverish atmosphere of "joy upon joy." The guests departed one after another, their hearts filled with shock and complex thoughts.

As the noise faded, the Sacred Land regained some of its tranquility. Mo Jue, still unable to hide his smile, looked at Xue Shushu and instructed, "Shuer, the Heavenly Fox Spirit Spring is of great importance. You personally take Long De there. Make sure to protect him.， Help him to understand the mysteries of the spring！"

The rosy flush on Xue Shushu's face hadn't fully faded. Hearing this, she nodded slightly. "Daughter understands." Her voice returned to its cold tone, but an imperceptible trace of tension and a strange sense of anticipation lingered. The Heavenly Fox Spirit Spring was one of Qingqiu's most core foundations; no one was allowed near it unless they had rendered great service or possessed extraordinary talent.

Now, she actually had to personally lead an "outsider" male there... The rapid change in status left her mind in turmoil.

"Worthy son-in-law, the Spiritual Spring has infinite wonders; you must make the most of it!" Mo Jue patted Yao Delong's shoulder, his eyes full of expectation.

"Yes, Father-in-law," Yao Delong replied respectfully.

One after the other, they left the main hall and walked toward the deepest part of the Qingqiu Sacred Land, the area where Spiritual Qi was densest and security was tightest.

The journey wasn't long, but the atmosphere was exceptionally subtle.

Moonlight like water spilled onto the winding green jade steps. On both sides were strange spiritual plants emitting fluorescence, and the air was thick with the fragrance of vegetation and pure Spiritual Qi. Xue Shushu, with her graceful figure, walked ahead with light steps, her plain white palace dress shimmering with a cold luster under the moon.

She lowered her head slightly, seemingly focused on leading the way, but her tense shoulders and slightly reddened ear tips betrayed her inner lack of calm.

Yao Delong followed half a step behind. Looking at the exceptionally beautiful silhouette ahead and catching the faint, cool fragrance belonging to her, his heart also felt a bit unsettled.

He wasn't new to interacting with the opposite sex, but the one before him was a Demon Race powerhouse who had lived for three thousand years, an iceberg beauty, and his nominal... fiancée! This relationship was so complex that even a "master of romance" like him felt a bit at a loss.

Neither spoke, only the crisp sound of footsteps echoed on the quiet forest path. Silence was like an invisible veil draped between them, carrying a hint of awkwardness, a hint of novelty, and a hint of... indescribable romantic tension.

Just then, Xue Shushu's cold voice suddenly broke the silence. "Fellow Daoist Long..."

Yao Delong perked up. "Fellow Daoist Shushu, please speak."

Xue Shushu didn't stop or look back. Her voice remained cold but carried a trace of scrutiny that was hard to detect. "Just now, Father sent a voice transmission... saying your cultivation years are less than five hundred... is it true?" This question had been circling in her mind all the way.

Yao Delong's heart tightened. 'Here it comes!' he thought. He weighed his words; he couldn't deny it entirely, nor could he fully admit it, so he could only be ambiguous: "Father-in-law's judgment naturally has its basis."

"However, the path of cultivation is long and difficult, and the path of Alchemy is even more mentally taxing. The hardships involved are not for outsiders to know. Long is just... a bit luckier than most."