Chapter 77
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Chapter 77
Seducer.
These three words had become a catchphrase in countless playful disputes.
When Gong Wu heard them, her mind went blank, feeling a bit nervous.
Back then, when the senior sister and master scolded with a stern face, they would only say those three words if they were really angry and speaking without thinking.
“To be pulling and tugging with an outsider like this, you won’t care about your reputation, but you’ll ruin our valley’s name?! If you keep being foolish, I’ll throw you to the seducer, and that’ll give you some excitement!”
“He is heartless and fickle, how did you end up so bewitched? Could he be a demon cultivator from the Sect of Seducers?!”
As the name implies, that unique sect from the Western Regions had long built its foundation and understanding through the pleasures between men and women.
The benefit is that any disciple who achieves great success shines like the reincarnation of a flower deity, possessing a gaze that can mesmerize others. They also have many abilities, being able to ascend to immortality externally and cleanse their marrow internally for joy.
The downside is the poor reputation.
When the White-haired Man shouted, Ji Yang glanced at him and said, “You keep it.”
“Don’t you want to give her happiness?!” The White-haired Man felt slighted. “This is the secret technique of our sect. If you weren’t so kind-hearted, how could I be so generous?!”
Saying this, he raised his hand to cast a spell, and for a moment, thousands of characters floated in the sky.
Ji Yang frowned and said, “Remember it, next page.”
Gong Wu said, “Senior Brother, there are quite a few words; shouldn’t you look at them a bit longer?”
The White-haired Man snorted, muttering, “What’s so impressive about having a photographic memory… Back in my day…”
“Turn the page.”
“Got it!”
In the quiet mountain range, mottled dark colors danced in the air, resembling rivers and mountains being written into wisdom and methods.
There were also symbols and drawings, all executed with vigorous brushstrokes. Although difficult to understand, they still appeared otherworldly.
Gong Wu watched half-understandingly, feeling her cheeks warm for some reason.
In the next moment, a cool palm covered her eyes, and a deep voice said, “Don’t get lost in this.”
“Once I learn it, I’ll teach you slowly.”
Gong Wu lightly responded, her ears turning red.
The nine volumes of books were summoned from the White-haired Man’s heart, word for word, capturing the essence of the Sect of Seducers from hundreds of years.
When Ji Yang nodded in thanks, the White-haired Man laughed heartily, erasing everything in the long wind, letting it dissipate completely.
Gong Wu was startled, saying, “Cultivation is hard; why must you deliberately forget?”
“Entering my door of longing means understanding my yearning pain,” the White-haired Man said. “It’s better not to forget, as it brings joy!”
After saying this, he waved his long sleeves, as if to leave.
Ji Yang didn’t want to linger, but Gong Wu held his hand and called, “Old Senior!”
“Senior! Would you like to come have a drink at our joyous occasion?”
Ji Yang blinked, obediently stopping in his tracks, letting Gong Wu lead him.
A smile gradually spread across his face.
The White-haired Man, who originally intended to leave gracefully, hesitated for a moment when called back.
“I have no ties now, so I probably can’t afford a red envelope.”
“No need for a red envelope!” Gong Wu laughed. “We have raised many golden pheasant mountain pigs fed on herbs in our valley, along with sweet flower cakes. It would be a shame not to come!”
The White-haired Man rubbed his hands.
“Well then… give me a wedding invitation.”
“Ah, a wedding invitation.” Gong Wu paused, gently shaking Ji Yang.
The latter casually picked a peach blossom petal, lightly flicked his finger, and transformed it into a sheet of peach blossom paper adorned with gold foil, summoning the wind to carry it away.
“Your esteemed name?”
“Hahaha, I forgot long ago!” the White-haired Man said cheerfully, “I lay in the Azure Mud, crafting that Bronze Bell for many years—”
Gong Wu ventured, “Should I call you Zhong Qing?”
“Just call me Old Mud!”
“…”
With Ji Yang’s profound Cultivation flowing through his meridians, after a few exchanges, the White-haired Man’s complexion grew more radiant, his aura more vibrant, and he had nearly regained his half-immortal state.
Ji Yang observed this but felt no regret; he simply held Gong Wu’s hand.
“Farewell.”
Old Mud waved his sleeve, “Farewell, I’ll come back for a drink!”
As the two returned to the valley, Ji Yang had shed his immortal aura, retaining only the Cultivation he possessed before severing his emotional ties.
Gong Wu glanced at him several more times as they moved through the clouds.
“It feels warmer.”
Ji Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled.
“When you were on the Path of Emotionless, though you were still considerate and gentle, it always felt as though there was a layer of ice between us, making it hard to sense your sincerity.”
Gong Wu had much to say to him, and at that moment, she revealed a heartfelt smile.
“Though I wish for you to ascend to immortality, I… still prefer you like this.”
Human emotions are nothing more than joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire.
She preferred to see his true self.
Ji Yang let go of his earthly heart, love blending into his expression, his eyes shining brightly.
“My master says that after we marry, we can still live in Tianhua Palace. The eastern courtyard has three entrances and exits, and we can even find another mountain forest, treating it as a separate residence for his children.”
“Master would surely not want to part with us.”
“Yes,” he said softly, “I’ve arranged for dedicated caretakers to manage those dozen courtyards and fields, so you needn’t worry.”
Gong Wu: “…?! A dozen?!”
“Before the wedding, I will invite friends and relatives from the Three Realms,” Ji Yang paused, “but those who came to propose before, while they will still be treated with courtesy, their seating will be a bit farther away.”
Gong Wu smiled and pinched the tip of his nose, “You still remember that.”
“And… about what we just learned,” Ji Yang said quietly, “after the wedding night, we could try some of it if the opportunity arises.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll forget it all.”
The little girl thought of something else, her cheeks flushing.
“Let’s try everything!”
The young man smiled and kissed her forehead.
“You’re quite bold.”
On February 14th, a propitious day for marriage, Moonfire Valley was adorned with red satin and colorful brocade, the melodies of silk and bamboo instruments illuminating the sky with an unparalleled brilliance.
All the guests had gathered to witness the newlyweds complete their three bows ceremony, amidst laughter and cheers urging them to indulge in more wedding wine.
Satin Red Workshop presented mandarin duck flower quilts, spiritual core candles, and a vintage fine wine aged a thousand years.
Zhi Bai Guan contributed longevity pills, rejuvenating soup, and a top-tier medicinal cauldron.
Gifts from the major sects streamed into the valley like a flowing river, with several items bestowed by esteemed friends and revered masters.
Rainbow Ridge offered a walnut boat, capable of resizing at will. When small, it could dangle as a pendant from a hairpin. When large, it could ferry hundreds, navigating smoothly through the waves.
Tu Xuixin presented a hand-copied scroll of Dao’s teachings, each of the thousands of characters imbued with heartfelt prayers. Despite his usual penchant for idleness and years away from the brush, his calligraphy remained ethereal and elegant.
Kan Jixuan had earlier dispatched the ghost qilin accompanied by numerous palace attendants to deliver an array of gifts. Today, she personally selected two bamboo branches from the fairy mountain, planting them at the entrance of their new home.
Old Mud gifted a pair of peaches, seemingly ordinary green peaches, their origins a mystery.
The wedding preparations were exhaustive, with the couple engaged since midnight in bathing and grooming, still occupied by noon without respite.
Additionally, Master Cheng had adorned a leopard and a black phoenix with large red ceremonial flowers around their necks, standing dutifully along the long path to welcome guests.
As the ceremonies concluded under the veil of night, Master Hua jested about causing a ruckus in the bridal chamber.
“Please spare my disciple,” Tu Xuixin playfully tapped his head, “Little Wu is so famished she’s nearly fainting; I managed to sneak her two pieces of flower cake at noon.”
Guests from all corners had arrived, and Moonfire Valley had prepared eighty-eight exquisite dishes, yet none had reached the stomachs of the two disciples.
The newlyweds were engrossed in expressing gratitude and circulating wine, scarcely finding a moment to rest.
Fortunately, Ji Yang had rehearsed the steps with Cheng Ji beforehand, and Gong Wu managed to convey her appreciation by sipping a few cups of rice wine throughout the event.
The womenfolk sang a celebrating newlyweds song, and the relatives observed the couple’s exchange of vows before retiring, allowing the pair to unwind and rest.
As the sounds outside gradually subsided, Gong Wu finally exhaled deeply, permitting Ji Yang to remove her heavy pure gold hair crown.
His hand gently combed through her hair, and the intricate gold butterflies and silver beads obediently untangled, floating gracefully to the dressing table.
Her soft, long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the weariness in her brow significantly eased.
“It was arduous,” Gong Wu sighed, “why was it so draining… akin to crossing tribulations.”
“Only this once,” Ji Yang offered, massaging her shoulders, “how about a bath before sleeping?”
The little girl turned her gaze towards him.
“…just sleep?” Ji Yang recalled she had bathed and burned incense before donning her wedding attire, finding it reasonable: “Today’s rituals were indeed taxing.”
“Let’s take a bath.” Gong Wu inhaled softly and added, “Senior brother, accompany me.”
Ji Yang was momentarily stunned.
Gong Wu whispered, “I’ve longed for you for quite some time.”
Ji Yang chuckled, “I must have been too reserved.”
A fragrant breeze arrived silently, and the brocade curtain gently descended.
Joy and ease commenced anew.
– The end of the text –
