After dinner, which included the unexpectedly sweet fish soup, Chu Xinghui decided to rest for a while.

Though their cultivation didn’t really require sleep, the wedding ceremony tomorrow would be mentally exhausting, so he thought it best to conserve energy beforehand.

And, most importantly… being around Xie Liufeng, he could already feel himself getting just as nervous.

The next morning, before the sun had even risen, Xie Liufeng woke him up.

Chu Xinghui opened his eyes to see his beloved partner’s face, extremely close to his own.

Xie Liufeng looked refreshed, his energy seemingly through the roof.

He was even a bit too excited.

Chu Xinghui shook off the lingering drowsiness and sat up, holding onto his blanket: “How long have you been staring at me?”

Xie Liufeng sat beside him, resting his chin in his hand, admiring his face with a smile: “Not long, just one or two hours.”

Chu Xinghui: “…”

He had only slept for about three hours in total.

But Xie Liufeng didn’t care about such details. He enthusiastically dragged Chu Xinghui out of bed, tidied him up from head to toe, and then took his hand: “Let’s go.”

Chu Xinghui glanced at the sky, still a bit dazed: “Where are we going?”

Xie Liufeng responded seriously: “To get married.”

Chu Xinghui: “…”

Just last night, Xie Liufeng was nervous and anxious. How did he wake up this morning so pumped up and a little too energetic?

Still, he obediently followed Xie Liufeng.

As the sky gradually brightened, the two of them got dressed and went to the venue to greet the arriving guests.

Xie Tinglan came with Cheng Yu, looking around at the two of them. She finally patted Chu Xinghui on the shoulder and handed him a big red envelope.

When she had spoken with Xie Qinghe earlier about the main seat, she hadn’t realized what it meant. Now, seeing the two of them, she was surprised that they had really reached the point of sitting at the main table.

Her only regret was not having more experience. She had been fooled by Xie Qinghe’s talk of master-disciple relationships and hadn’t realized just how close these two were.

Another guest, Xue Heng, was much more direct. Upon seeing Xie Liufeng, he immediately remarked: “Oh, it’s your disciple.”

Xie Liufeng smiled and looked at him innocently: “Hm? What disciple? Brother Xue knows well that I’ve never taken on a disciple.”

Xue Heng: “…”

After giving them his congratulations and trying to chat with Chu Xinghui, he went inside with Ming Xiao to join the feast.

Guests began to arrive in succession, and the ceremony was about to begin.

Chu Xinghui exchanged a glance with Xie Liufeng. The two of them held hands and walked up to the elevated stage in the middle.

As they walked, Chu Xinghui felt Xie Liufeng’s hand, still holding his, slightly sweaty.

He gently shook Xie Liufeng’s hand and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, quietly asked: “Are you still nervous?”

Xie Liufeng maintained a calm and composed demeanor: “No, I’m not nervous at all.”

Chu Xinghui barely believed his words but tightened his grip on his hand a little more.

The cultivation marriage ceremony, though similar to mortal weddings in its purpose, was much simpler in its proceedings. After bowing to the heavens, earth, and elders, and completing the soulmate contract, they were officially recognized as life partners by the will of the heavens.

Since neither of them had a formal mentor, they offered incense to the heavens and the earth, then proceeded with the ceremony.

Shang Ling, the officiant invited to oversee the ritual, handed them two marriage contracts.

Next, they needed to inscribe their soul marks onto the contracts, binding them together in an unbreakable vow.

For cultivators, vows and contracts were far more significant than mere words. They carried immense weight and practical consequences. After completing this ritual, they were legally and spiritually bound as a couple.

Xie Liufeng took the two contracts, and together with Chu Xinghui, carefully read over the vows, which they had both already memorized many times.

At this moment, Xie Liufeng, who had been nervously fidgeting until now, suddenly became calm.

He looked at Chu Xinghui, his expression serious yet gentle, and asked: “Do you want this?”

Chu Xinghui didn’t answer with words. Instead, he directly pressed his soul mark onto the contract.

He looked at Xie Liufeng, silently urging him to do the same.

Xie Liufeng couldn’t hold back a smile. He also placed his soul mark on the contract with equal seriousness.

The marriage contract was now complete.

At that instant, both of them felt a subtle yet deep connection form between them.

From this moment on, they were officially recognized by the heavens as true partners, bound by fate.

Chu Xinghui and Xie Liufeng exchanged a smile, the mutual joy clear in their eyes.

After the ceremony, the atmosphere lightened. Chu Xinghui and Xie Liufeng descended from the stage and began offering toasts and chatting with the guests.

Ming Xiao looked at the two of them in the crowd, walking hand in hand and offering drinks to the guests, and couldn’t help but feel sentimental.

He glanced around and caught sight of Cheng Yu nearby.

Cheng Yu, having thoroughly enjoyed the wedding ceremony, had been focused on his meal, only to be suddenly interrupted by Ming Xiao, who dragged him into conversation.

Ming Xiao sighed dramatically: “I’ve known Chu Xinghui since he was a child…”

Cheng Yu was confused: “Huh?”

Ming Xiao had known Chu Xinghui for less time than Cheng Yu had. When had they known each other since childhood?

Ming Xiao continued his sentimental ramble: “Back then, I worked hard to raise him, and now he’s grown up and getting married.”

Such a big friend of his was now getting married in the blink of an eye.

Time really flies.

He felt like he had adopted a “parental” mindset.

Cheng Yu was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He glanced at Ming Xiao’s now empty wine cup.

Ah, it had already been emptied.

Now understanding what was going on, Cheng Yu picked up his chopsticks again, eager to continue eating.

After all, his friend’s banquet was bountiful, and he really liked the dishes today.

Ming Xiao went on, continuing to wax poetic about the emotional turmoil of sending off a friend to marriage.

While Cheng Yu half-heartedly muttered “Mm-mm” in response, he managed to slip in a question: “Are you still eating your chicken wings?”

Ming Xiao, who hadn’t fully caught what he said, absentmindedly nodded and continued with his reflections: “You know, back when Chu Xinghui was pursuing the Sword Sovereign, I helped him strategize.”

Without a second thought, Cheng Yu snatched his chicken wing for himself.

Ming Xiao, finishing his speech, looked down only to realize with confusion: “Where did my chicken wings go?”

Cheng Yu raised his hand triumphantly: “I ate it.”

Ming Xiao, glancing around, saw the dessert in front of Cheng Yu and quickly took it away.

The two of them began a silent, playful food battle, sneaking bites in a way that wouldn’t disturb the other guests.

Chu Xinghui, on his way over to offer drinks and check on his friends, happened to see them reach a resolution: both of them had taken out a small knife and carefully split the last piece of dessert in half, each happily enjoying their portion before ending their mini “war.”

Chu Xinghui: “…”

He rubbed his forehead and called someone to bring two more servings to their table.

Xie Liufeng came over, carrying a new wine jug. He saw Chu Xinghui still standing there and raised an eyebrow: “Aren’t you going to offer the drinks?”

Chu Xinghui looked at his two friends in the distance, unable to hold back a sigh.

Those two acted like they were five years old, looking absolutely unfit for a formal wedding banquet.

After a lively day of festivities, offering toasts and sending guests off, the two of them finally returned to their room.

It was now dark, and the red candles in the room still flickered softly. The walls were decorated with the character “Double Happiness” in bold red, making everything feel festive and cheerful.

The cultivation world had no equivalent of the mortal tradition of “noisy wedding nights.” Now, it was just the two of them.

The two sat on the bed, staring at each other.

After a few moments, Xie Liufeng couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

He picked up the wine jug and two cups, and with a playful glint in his eyes, asked: “Shall we have the traditional cup of wine?”

Chu Xinghui looked at the wine cups in his hands, briefly recalling the books he had read. He nodded seriously.

Xie Liufeng didn’t quite understand why Chu Xinghui was so serious, but he leaned forward, kissed him quickly, and then poured the wine.

They successfully drank from the same cup.

Chu Xinghui swallowed half of the wine, then pushed Xie Liufeng down onto the bed, transferring the rest of the wine into his mouth with a kiss.

As the kiss ended, Chu Xinghui was a little breathless but his eyes were bright with excitement. He hinted: “The cup of wine is finished, now what should we do?”

Xie Liufeng, feeling a bit dazed and slightly drunk, held onto his waist and, still a bit uncertain, asked: “Do you… want this?”

Chu Xinghui found him talking too much. As he continued kissing him, he swiftly began undoing Xie Liufeng’s clothes.

He had already studied their wedding attire thoroughly, so undressing him was surprisingly smooth.

After finishing, Chu Xinghui thought for a moment, recalled the process, and undressed himself as well.

Seeing that he was still planning to do something, Xie Liufeng finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned over, pinned him down, and kissed the person beneath him.

“If anything feels uncomfortable, remember to tell me.”

…

The next morning, Chu Xinghui finally slowly opened his eyes.

Xie Liufeng woke up earlier than him. He was sitting at the bedside, propping up his chin, seriously watching him, with a smile that never left his eyes.

Chu Xinghui was still a bit dazed. He first leaned over and kissed his newly settled partner on the lips.

Then, as he gradually came to his senses, he looked at Xie Liufeng with a very curious gaze.

Xie Liufeng blinked and, under his gaze, instinctively adjusted his appearance.

As he did so, he realized that the marks Chu Xinghui had left on his body seemed to be quite a few.

His partner probably was like a dog, especially fond of biting him, leaving marks all over.

Chu Xinghui observed Xie Liufeng for a moment and suddenly asked a strange question: “Did you really want me to be your disciple?”

Xie Liufeng didn’t understand why he asked this and was a bit confused: “Huh?”

Although he had thought about it in the beginning, their relationship had progressed quickly, and now they were married. He naturally didn’t want Chu Xinghui to be his disciple anymore.

Chu Xinghui was puzzled: “Before, you told me not to call you master, but last night when I called you master, you seemed to like it.”

Xie Liufeng: “…”

He felt his entire face burning.

So, he lowered his head and sealed Chu Xinghui’s lips.

Chu Xinghui was kissed but didn’t want to stop, continuing to ask: “Don’t you like it?”

Xie Liufeng didn’t want to speak. He glanced around, trying to change the subject: “By the way, shouldn’t we have breakfast now?”

Chu Xinghui was successfully distracted and tried to sit up.

But he didn’t expect his waist to feel a bit weak, so he lost his balance and lay back down.

Xie Liufeng used his spiritual power to help him massage his waist, frowning involuntarily: “Does it hurt?”

“A little…” Before Xie Liufeng could get worried, Chu Xinghui added: “But… I like it.”

Xie Liufeng’s breath caught.

He looked down at the person beneath him, and the mischievous thoughts started to bubble up again. He gently pinched Chu Xinghui’s face, teasing him: “What do you like?”

Chu Xinghui raised his head, kissed him, and straightforwardly said: “I like you.”

I really, really like you.

Xie Liufeng felt his heart could barely take it.

He half-jokingly scolded Chu Xinghui: “Don’t tempt me this early in the morning.”

Chu Xinghui wasn’t scared at all. He continued to look at Xie Liufeng and then wrapped his arms around his neck, clinging to him and giving him another kiss.

Xie Liufeng: “…”

He felt that he should prove he wasn’t easy to mess with.

So, he reached out and directly pinned the person down.

…

In the end, they didn’t have breakfast. By the time they finally left the room, it was already afternoon.

 

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