21: A dream of ten years, half a step to becoming an immortal!

“Master, master, wake up, master!” a childish voice suddenly rang out in Meng Yun's ears.

Meng Yun opened his eyes on the bed, a hint of bewilderment in them.

He… how did he suddenly fall asleep?

And… what was that voice…?

Meng Yun felt a heavy weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He looked down and saw that it was the white fox Linglong, sprawled on his body.

It was looking at him with a sly expression.

Gazing at Linglong, who was more than twice its original size, Meng Yun was startled: “Linglong? How did you get so big? And, you can actually speak?!”

“Master, ten years have passed, so it’s not strange for Linglong to be able to speak, is it?” Linglong jumped up from Meng Yun’s body:

“What’s more, you’re already in the Earth Immortal Realm.”

Meng Yun frowned slightly.

Ten years? Earth Immortal Realm??

Why did he have no memory of it at all?

Meng Yun got up in a daze and saw his robust, youthful body.

His nineteen-year-old body was already an adult, burly and strong, brimming with power.

He could easily feel the surging power contained within his body with a gentle clench of his fist.

Like a dormant volcano, once it erupted, it could incinerate the heavens and destroy the world.

“This is the Earth Immortal Realm?” Meng Yun murmured.

For a Xiantian to gaze upon an Earth Immortal is like a mayfly seeing the azure sky.

“Master, what are you spacing out for? Today is your big day!” Linglong hopped on the bed, urging him.

Wedding? What wedding?

Has the demon seed been killed for there to be a wedding?

He was a Sky Fiend Lone Star; how could anyone in this world dare to marry him??

As if seeing through Meng Yun’s thoughts, Linglong chirped: “The Demon God was killed by you a long time ago, and your physique has been concealed by a secret art of the princess’s family, so you don’t have to worry anymore!”

Linglong’s words echoed in Meng Yun’s ears, but he only felt bewildered and empty.

The demon seed was killed?

He was going to marry Wu Yinyao?

Why couldn’t he remember any of these important things!

He got up; the room’s arrangement, every bottle and mirror, was perfectly clear, absolutely not an illusion!

Could it be that he was honorably wounded and then suffered amnesia?

As he hesitated, a faint voice came from outside the door: “Has the Imperial Son-in-Law woken up? Today, you still need to go with this servant to the Princess’s Residence to welcome the bride!”

Meng Yun’s doubts deepened.

“Oh, don’t just stand there, Linglong is all ready~” Meng Yun turned his head, only to see the little white fox now wearing a large red flower, looking proper and joyful.

“Heh… very well.” Meng Yun gradually cast his doubts aside, let Linglong jump onto his shoulder, and then opened the door.

Opening the door and looking at the scenery, Meng Yun realized that he was currently in the capital, inside the Imperial Son-in-Law’s Residence!

“Marrying the princess…” Meng Yun thought of that graceful figure, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“This servant was originally called Ping’er, but Her Royal Highness felt the name was too lowly, so she changed it to Xi’er…” The little maid dared not look up, speaking faintly.

“Xi’er, let’s go, to marry the princess!”

...

His vision shifted, and Meng Yun was now in the main hall of the Imperial Son-in-Law’s Residence. He was dressed in a grand red wedding gown, holding a red silk ribbon, the other end of which was the graceful figure of a young woman wearing a red bridal veil.

At the head of the hall sat the current Emperor and Empress, and beside them, the Crown Prince, high officials, and others, either sitting or standing, all with joyful expressions.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind him.

Meng Yun slightly tilted his head, his eyes momentarily dazed.

The person who arrived was Luo Mian, dressed in a grand red robe, his face beaming with joy.

“Marquis Zhenyang, you’ve kept His Majesty waiting!” The head eunuch pinched his throat, feigning a scolding tone.

“Ah, it’s Yinyao’s big day, no taboos, no taboos!” The Emperor smiled, looking at Luo Mian and Meng Yun with great esteem.

Two Earth Immortals could ensure the Wu Dynasty’s peace for ten thousand generations!

“Come, Marquis Zhenyang, today is your brother’s big day. I specially recalled you to the capital to serve as the officiant. Are you satisfied?”

“Satisfied, very satisfied, extremely satisfied!” Luo Mian looked at Meng Yun, scratching his head awkwardly:

“Hehe, I’m just a rough man. If the ceremony isn’t well-conducted, please don’t blame me…”

Meng Yun smiled and shook his head: “Just do as you please.”

These words made Luo Mian’s face light up.

“If you mess it up, we’ll have a fight later.”

Luo Mian’s mouth twitched.

At this moment, a eunuch spoke up to remind: “The auspicious time has arrived.”

Everyone present became solemn again, and Meng Yun subtly stole a glance at the person under the veil, then straightened his body.

Luo Mian’s expression became serious, his voice like a grand bell: “First bow to Heaven and Earth, in gratitude for this fate—”

Meng Yun and Wu Yinyao bowed distantly towards the vast heavens above.

“Second bow to the parents, for their nurturing grace—”

Meng Yun and Wu Yinyao bowed deeply to the Emperor and Empress.

“Husband and wife bow to each other, like mandarin ducks soaring together, husband and wife with one heart—”

Meng Yun, through the red veil, met those eyes within, and couldn't help but feel a moment of trance.

The two, solemn and dignified, bowed deeply to each other.

At this point, the ceremony concluded, and the banquet began.

...

His vision twisted again, and Meng Yun found himself standing at the entrance of the bridal chamber.

Through the candlelight, he could see a tall, delicate figure sitting at the head of the bed.

Meng Yun roused his inner energy, dispelling the drunkenness, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

He clearly saw the young woman’s body subtly stiffen.

Evidently, she was also nervous.

Meng Yun’s steps were slow, one step at a time, the short few meters seeming to encompass a lifetime of reincarnation.

He finally sat on the edge of the bed.

The bed curtains gently swayed.

“Yinyao.”

Meng Yun’s voice was hoarse, just two simple words, yet filled with myriad emotions.

“Husband…”

From beneath the veil, a voice that Meng Yun was incredibly familiar with also came.

Ethereal and clear, refreshing to the heart.

Meng Yun was stunned for a long time.

“Husband, don’t you want to see me?” Wu Yinyao’s face was obscured by the red veil, making her expression unclear.

Meng Yun remained unmoved.

Just as Wu Yinyao herself couldn’t wait any longer and her slender hand was about to lift the veil, Meng Yun spoke, stopping her.

“Yinyao, let’s stop here.”

“Walking with you this far is already enough.”

“Husband?” Wu Yinyao’s body froze, her voice confused: “I don’t understand?”

Meng Yun gazed at her fixedly, as if wanting to deeply imprint Wu Yinyao in her red attire into his mind.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Meng Yun was afraid that once he saw Wu Yinyao’s face, he would uncontrollably want to sink into the gentle embrace.

To fall, unable to transcend, until he became a slave dominated by desire.

A dream, no matter how real, was still a dream.

However, Meng Yun still wanted to thank this dream weaver, thank… the demon seed.

It allowed Meng Yun to experience, just once, the perfect life he had unconsciously yearned for thousands of times in his heart.

He had wasted too much time; he needed to wake up now.

Even if his heart was filled with endless reluctance.

“If I return, I will definitely marry you with a grand eight-bearer sedan chair;

If I never return, may you live a peaceful life.”

Saying this to Wu Yinyao beside him, Meng Yun—

Opened his eyes.

Truly, truly opened his eyes.

This sleep, he slept from nine years old until nineteen years old.

A dream of ten years.

“Ha~”

The little fox Linglong seemed to have had a dream, where her meng yun gundam got married, and the bride was a very beautiful girl.

She herself was dressed in a grand red outfit, frantically spouting congratulatory remarks as the groom’s representative.

Congratulatory remarks?

Right! In her dream, she could finally speak human words!

But upon waking, Linglong was disappointed to find that her body was still tiny, and even if she desperately opened her mouth wide, she could only make hissing sounds.

She looked down at what was beneath her and was utterly stunned.

The small boy Meng Yun was gone, replaced by a naked, incredibly muscular, handsome young man.

And at this moment, the young man was staring blankly at the sky, the winds and clouds within a thousand miles stirred by him.

He was…?

Breaking through to Earth Immortal Realm??!

Little Linglong couldn’t help but stare in awe again. Realizing, she quickly used this aura to gain insight.

She fell into a deep sleep once more.

“Damn it, just a little bit, just a little bit! Why did you wake up? Why!!!”

The demon seed’s weak voice, filled with endless rage, wildly echoed throughout this world.