161: Wedding Night

“Unknowingly, I have lived in this world for twenty years; I am already of marriageable age…”

A trace of melancholy appeared in Chu Ying’s profound eyes.

In fact, after twenty years of transmigrating to a fantasy world, the happiest times were not the subsequent cultivation improvements, nor joining the Tai Xuan Holy Land, nor even the arrival of the System…

It was being adopted by the old beggar in his childhood and living with him…

It was… after turning seven, obtaining Cultivation Techniques and venturing out with his childhood friend, Yao Ruoxi, to Cultivate and gain experience.

Sometimes, after acquiring some cultivation resources and enjoying a delicious meal, he would feel incredibly content and happy, as if this life was all he needed…

But all of that was long gone.

A deep sense of loneliness, emptiness, and helplessness surged into his heart, like a tide threatening to drown him, making him unable to breathe, wanting to drag him to the bottom of the sea…

Chu Ying’s expression was dazed as he gradually emerged from that state, slowly regaining his senses.

“The past is gone.”

At this moment, Chu Ying smiled with detachment, as if a layer of shackles in his heart had shattered, truly resolving a long-standing knot.

He was powerless to change the past; perhaps there were memories, perhaps longing, perhaps resentment, perhaps helplessness…

But the future was something he could cherish.

Compared to Mortals, the world of Cultivators shares countless similarities; if one lives in decadence, without striving for progress, their cultivation will regress rather than advance, and the long road ahead will only become more difficult.

When a knot in one’s heart is resolved, it is time to take another step forward, to go against the current.

Chu Ying took steps, walking towards the festive wedding chamber pavilion.

He knew that a peerless beauty in a wedding dress was waiting for him there.

He reached the door.

Chu Ying, however, stopped, his hand trembling slightly as he reached to push the door.

Even now, he couldn’t help but be afraid… What if this was all a dream?

What if he was still in the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Abyss?

What if…

He hadn’t successfully passed the hundredth lifetime at all, but had failed and was trapped within it.

And he was just experiencing it again, and his crossing the Tian Fai tribulation, the wedding banquet… all those scenes were also dreams.

In an instant, the surrounding world seemed to darken and spin.

At this moment, Chu Ying suddenly felt incredibly small, tiny as dust, his life as cheap as grass.

A scene seemed to be reflected in his pupils.

He was an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, and ultimately lost to it, also implicating his beloved… Meng Qing blocked the Heavenly Dao’s supreme strike of wrath for him, perishing beautifully, her tragic and beautiful face blooming in his arms…

“No, I have passed through the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Abyss!”

“I have already married Meng Qing! We are already Dao Companions!”

“So what if the Heavenly Dao is furious?”

“You cannot stop me!”

“Meng Qing’s fate as a Star of calamitous solitude will not stop me!”

“All Karma, fall upon me!”

Chu Ying vigorously shook his head, his gaze becoming clear again, and he pushed open the door.

At this moment, Meng Qing sat quietly in front of the red-draped bed.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes beneath the red veil were already moist.

The scene Chu Ying perceived, that warning from the Heavenly Dao… she could also perceive it.

Perhaps this was the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Abyss, perhaps not.

Chu Ying’s firm choice made her heart incredibly soft, and she no longer had any reason to fear.

If the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate her, then she would no longer submit to this Heaven.

She sensed that Chu Ying had already sat beside her and taken her hand.

Beneath the red veil, Meng Qing’s cheeks flushed, and her delicate body trembled even more.

“Meng Qing, don’t be afraid with me here.”

Chu Ying slowly lifted her red veil.

An indescribably beautiful, breathtakingly stunning Immortal face was revealed before his eyes.

Her delicate brows and starry eyes seemed to embody the spiritual essence of the world, holding an unspeakable spiritual charm, clear and pure, with faint ripples like autumn water.

Her nose was gracefully defined, and her vermilion lips were naturally red.

Her snow-white cheeks were like sculpted white jade, exquisitely flawless, without a single blemish.

“Chu Dage…”

Meng Qing’s pretty face was hot with shyness.

Whether from nervousness or fear, her delicate body trembled, as if she was afraid of losing everything she now possessed.

Chu Ying could no longer resist and tightly embraced her.

Chu Ying could feel the temperature of Meng Qing’s body gradually dropping, becoming colder and colder.

He even saw the Star of calamitous solitude misfortune entwined around Meng Qing, the materialized faint black aura, growing thicker.

“Chu Dage, I am a Star of calamitous solitude…”

Meng Qing whispered, embracing Chu Ying.

“I know, but I am also a Child of Heavenly Condemnation.”

“If Heaven dares to kill you, I will dare to obliterate It.”

Chu Ying spoke softly.

A red curtain spread open, and Chu Ying gently laid Meng Qing down on the bed.

Meng Qing was incredibly shy; although she knew what was about to happen and had already experienced it with Chu Ying in the Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Abyss…

But she was still very nervous.

The Hundred Lifetimes Reincarnation Abyss was ultimately just a Reincarnation, bringing her memories and experiences, but it still couldn’t compare to the profound intensity of this very moment.

“Meng Qing, are you afraid?” Chu Ying’s eyes were gentle as he softly asked.

Towards his wife, his true first Dao Companion.

He did not want to harm her in the slightest; he only wanted to treat her with the utmost tenderness.

“No fear.”

Looking into Chu Ying’s deeply affectionate and devoted eyes, Meng Qing seemed to see through Chu Ying’s past half-life and felt extreme heartache.

She knew that she would now also be his reliance.

Chu Ying leaned down, giving a gentle kiss, embracing each other.

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Several days later.

Meng Qing leaned against Chu Ying’s warm chest, her exquisite Immortal face filled with happiness, tenderness, and devotion.

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Inside the Immortal Tomb, spring filled the garden, days passed unnoticed, and time flowed like water.

The turmoil in the Eastern Wilderness had not subsided; it flared up again.