Yaoguang Fairy Path

Luo Yunhan slowly turned around and waved his finger to free Ye Shuyao from the ice.

Ye Shuyao looked at his pair of golden vertical pupils, and a sense of inexplicable tension and fear surged in her heart. She raised her fingertips slightly and gently stroked the corners of his eyes.

With a slight tremor in her voice, she said, "Master, I have suppressed the charm poison a long time ago. They didn't do anything to me. Really, please don't do this. I will be scared."

After hearing this, Luo Yunhan's anger subsided a little. He pulled Ye Shuyao into his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

Immediately afterwards, the void twisted and the four people disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only an empty valley and a pile of not-so-perfect corpses.

Mo Feibai and Yue Feiyan, who were still frozen in the ice, only felt dizzy.

"Hey, at least unblock us!" Mo Feibai and Yue Feiyan wailed in their hearts, feeling the coldness around them, and their hearts were chilled.

Less than a breath after the four people left, the Ghost King Qi Yunyang and his group arrived as scheduled above the valley.

Looking at the pile of twisted and deformed corpses below, Qi Yunyang's eyes widened with anger, and a deafening roar came from his throat, as if to shatter the heaven and earth.

His voice distorted the surrounding space, as if even time had stopped at that moment: "Who is it! How dare you be so bold!"

Then, Qi Yunyang used the power of his bloodline to create a dazzling light curtain.

The light screen clearly showed the tragic scene before the death of Qi Hao and others, which made everyone present gasp.

Seeing this, Ming Jiu in the dark swallowed nervously, secretly thanking himself for arriving in time.

He carefully used the recording stone to record the scene on the light screen, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot, as if he had never appeared.

On the top floor of Shura Pavilion, Long Wuji's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Listening to the voice coming from inside, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Call Wei Wuyang!"

Ming Jiu bowed respectfully and said in a low voice, "Yes, Master. I will pass it on immediately."

……

Outside the Xingchen Pavilion on Piaomiao Peak, Mo Feibai and Yue Feiyan were anxiously slapping the forbidden barrier, trying to find a way out.

Yue Feiyan rolled her eyes at Mo Feibai speechlessly and said, "It's over, your uncle has gone crazy."

"Will Nian Nian be okay?"

Mo Feibai muttered to himself nervously, recalling the time he saw Luo Yunhan's golden vertical pupils. He still felt a lingering fear, as if he would fall into an endless abyss with just one look.

Yue Feiyan scratched her hair irritably, her brows furrowed. “How should I know? In this situation, Yaoyao can only hope for the best.”

In the quiet depths of the Star Pavilion, Luo Yunhan hugged Ye Shuyao tightly. The silence spread like the night, making the air solemn and affectionate.

Ye Shuyao finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore, she pushed his solid chest and said softly, "I'm really fine, Yunhan, don't be so nervous."

There was an imperceptible tremor in Luo Yunhan's voice, as if he was afraid of losing something precious.

"What if, by some chance, you fail to suppress it...what should I do?"

Ye Shuyao chuckled, her eyes full of determination: "Hanhan, nothing will happen, I promise you."

This call made Luo Yunhan's eyes deepen a little. He suddenly whispered: "Yao'er, are you willing to be my bride?"

Ye Shuyao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if something was gently touching her. She stared at him blankly, her cheeks flushed.

Seeing this, Luo Yunhan gently pinched her waist and said jokingly, "Yao'er, are you unwilling?"

Ye Shuyao was amused by him and laughed out loud, her giggles echoing in the Xingchen Pavilion.

She suddenly pushed him down onto the couch with force, pressing him under her. Their noses touched, their breaths mingled. "I do, Luo Yunhan. We will weather the storms together, as the sun and the moon can bear witness. In this life, it will only be you and me."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yunhan held Ye Shuyao's face and kissed her domineeringly, as if he wanted to turn this oath into an eternal mark and engrave it in each other's hearts.

After a long time, the two lips finally parted reluctantly. The tips of Luo Yunhan's ears were stained with a hint of crimson, but his heart was like a raging fire.

He leaned close to Ye Shuyao's ear and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Yao'er, I can't wait any longer. I want you now."

Ye Shuyao's throat slid slightly, "But I... I haven't yet become a god."

Luo Yunhan chuckled softly, his voice full of doting and confidence: "Yao'er wants to improve her cultivation, for me, it's just a piece of cake."

Ye Shuyao looked bewildered. How could cultivation be given so easily? But then she thought again, hesitating was not her style.

The nervousness still surged like a tide: "Then...Hanhan, do you have any wine? Give me some courage."

Luo Yunhan chuckled and a sweet and magnetic laugh came out of his chest. This girl was so cute that he was obsessed with her.

With a wave of his sleeve, a bottle of spirit wine appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Ye Shuyao took the spirit wine, sniffed its fragrance, and took a sip before saying with a sweet smile, "This isn't wine at all, it's clearly a drink. I'm not intoxicated at all."

Luo Yunhan smiled as he looked at the little woman sitting on his lap, his eyes full of doting. Thousands of years old monkey wine, this girl said it wasn't intoxicating? I'm afraid she was already drunk.

He gently hooked his fingers: "Yao'er, come here."

Ye Shuyao burped, her face flushed, her eyes blurred, as if she was in a dream. She murmured, "Well, okay, I'll be right there, hehe."

Then, like a docile kitten, she gently lay on Luo Yunhan's chest, her voice filled with a bit of obsession: "Little brother, you are so handsome, just like my boyfriend."

The smile on Luo Yunhan's lips widened, and he whispered, "Yao'er's alcohol tolerance is really worrying. If I'm not around in the future, you're not allowed to drink too much."

Ye Shuyao tried to sober herself up, and the image of Luo Yunhan in front of her gradually became clearer: "Well, I understand, Hanhan. Let's get down to business. Hey, hey, it's time for our wedding night."

As she spoke, her little hands began to restlessly untie Luo Yunhan's collar, but the collar seemed to be under a spell and could not be untied for a long time.

Ye Shuyao's temper flared up. She simply sat down on Luo Yunhan's waist and didn't move, with a shy look in her eyes. Why wear such a tight dress? It couldn't be pulled off.

Luo Yunhan felt a tightness in his waist and abdomen. He groaned softly with a bit of helplessness and doting, then turned over nimbly and pressed Ye Shuyao under him, and the positions of the two people quietly changed.

Ye Shuyao exclaimed, hugged his neck, and smiled foolishly with her eyes narrowed.

Looking at the lovely face in front of him, Luo Yunhan's heart was filled with tenderness. He couldn't help but use his fingertips as a pen to gently outline her beautiful face. His voice was low and full of magnetism: "Yao'er, let's have our wedding night now."

After saying that, Luo Yunhan kissed her affectionately. With a series of subtle and seductive sounds of clothes rubbing against each other, their clothes gradually took off, revealing each other's most sincere and passionate side.

Ye Shuyao's body trembled slightly, as if blown by a gentle breeze. She snuggled softly in Luo Yunhan's arms, like a docile kitten.

Every inch of her skin kissed by Luo Yunhan felt as if struck by an electric current, tingling and numb, causing her last bit of rationality to disappear without a trace in this deep affection.

At the moment of yin and yang intercourse, a slight tingling sensation made Ye Shuyao couldn't help but groan. However, this sound sounded like the sound of nature to Luo Yunhan, making his love for Ye Shuyao even stronger.

At the same time, a melodious dragon roar suddenly sounded in the Star Pavilion, and the sound was like a real dragon soaring in the sky.

A dazzling lotus quietly blossomed beneath the two of them, emitting a soft and holy light, illuminating the entire Star Pavilion like a dream.

As the two of them connected their minds, Luo Yunhan's cultivation flowed through his body, slowly feeding back to her in an extremely gentle way.

……

half year later.

Half a year later, the Mo family in the Northern Territory was decorated with lights and was filled with joy.

The sound of gongs and drums was deafening, and red silks interwoven like a rosy cloud filled the sky, decorating the entire Mo family residence like a fairyland on earth. The house was packed with guests, and laughter and joy filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

Mo Feibai, Yue Feiyan, Li Yuru and others, as well as a group of family leaders and disciples were busy shuttling among the guests, warmly entertaining every guest who came from afar.

Their faces were filled with smiles, as if they wanted to pass on this joy to everyone.

In an exquisite room of the Mo family, Ye Shuyao sat in front of a bronze mirror, her gorgeous wedding dress making her look even more radiant and charming.

Mo's mother stood behind her, holding a comb in her hand, and gently and reluctantly combed Ye Shuyao's makeup.

"Yao'er, you are so beautiful today that it makes people intoxicated." Mo's mother's voice was a little choked with sobs. She looked at her daughter in the mirror, her eyes full of pride and reluctance.

Ye Shuyao smiled slightly and turned to look at Mother Mo, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and happiness: "Mother, thank you for your care and love these days. Being your daughter is the greatest luck in my life."

Upon hearing this, Mother Mo's eyes reddened slightly, but she still fought back her tears and continued to dress Ye Shuyao: "Yao'er, you are getting married today. Your mother is both reluctant and happy. You must be happy, understand?"

Ye Shuyao nodded heavily, her eyes filled with determination and happiness. "Don't worry, mother. I will definitely be happy and will come back to visit you and father often."

With the skillful hands of Mo's mother, Ye Shuyao's dowry was gradually completed. She stood up and looked at the lively scene outside the window, her heart full of expectations and longings for the future.

All the past events came to mind, and Ye Shuyao couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, the Mo family seemed even more festive and lively because of this grand wedding.

In Lingxiao Sect, gongs and drums were beating loudly, and red silk was fluttering, as if a gorgeous cloud had descended to the earth.

Cang Yihai sat in the main seat with a complicated smile on his face. This was the first time in hundreds of years that the sect leader had acted as a matchmaker. It felt quite fresh. He would go back and act as a matchmaker for the other brothers.

He slapped his thigh and laughed, "Haha, our Sixth Junior Brother is still the one who knows how to have fun. This good thing is kept within the family. This marriage is beautifully arranged!"

He turned to look at his seventh junior brother Zhu Xingchen and said teasingly, "Seventh Brother, look at how happy Sixth Junior Brother is with his wedding! You shouldn't spend all your time in seclusion cultivating. Find a companion when you have time. Don't be alone all the time."

Zhu Xingchen was dressed in blue, with a handsome face and a head full of silver hair dancing in the wind. He smiled slightly, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes.

He said softly, "Sixth Senior Brother is indeed luckier than me. He has found the one he loves to spend the rest of his life with. As for me, I'd better continue to practice. Maybe one day, I can also meet the person who makes my heart beat."

At this time, Luo Yunhan and several other fellow disciples were warmly entertaining the sect leaders and guests who came to congratulate them, and their faces were filled with festive smiles.

Luo Yunhan smiled and said, "Today is my big day. Thank you all the sect leaders and guests for coming. Let us witness this joy together!"

As the auspicious time approached, Luo Yunhan and others took the flying boat to the Mo family to welcome the bride.

Countless magpies followed in the sky, and above the flying boat, colorful flags fluttered, the word "happiness" shone brightly, and there was laughter and joy everywhere.

All the monks below looked up at the sky and talked among themselves.

A cultivator laughed and said, "Haha, Venerable Yun Han is getting married today. This is a big event in our world of immortal cultivation! I heard that the bride is also a great beauty. They are truly a match made in heaven!"

"Yes, yes! Today's festive atmosphere really makes us feel happy too! I hope they can live happily together forever!"

"However, I heard that the bride is Xiu Zun's beloved disciple, Fairy Yaoguang?"

"Hey, you're behind. Isn't that already known to everyone?"

"That's right. It was all over the news a month ago. Finally, His Majesty made a bold move and unveiled the treasures. Who would still be so reckless as to gossip about it?"

Inside the flying boat, Luo Yunhan and Long Wuji stood side by side in front of the window, their eyes passing through the clouds and looking towards the Mo family in the distance.

Long Wuji's expression was even colder than before, as if nothing caught his eye. His voice was faint, "Congratulations to her for me. May she live a happy and carefree life in Chang'an."

Luo Yunhan raised his lips to a playful smile, and turned his head to look at Long Wuji: "Why, you don't want to tell her in person? Are you afraid that you can't control your feelings?"

Long Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and then he returned to his indifference: "No, I am ready to leave this world and pursue my own path."

Luo Yunhan raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly not surprised by Long Wuji's decision. "Oh? Where are you planning to travel?"

Long Wuji's gaze became profound, as if penetrating time and space: "Of course, it is to travel through all realms."

"But if you dare to hurt her in the slightest, I will fight you to the death. Even if I have to travel across countless worlds, I will find you and make you pay."

Luo Yunhan's eyes became sharp, and he confronted Long Wuji: "My beloved wife, I will treat her as a treasure and protect her with my life."

"If you're itching to fight, I'm always here to fight you. However, we're both equally strong, and neither of us can do anything to the other. You should be aware of that."

Long Wuji's expression instantly turned ugly. He looked at Luo Yunhan deeply, then turned and left, leaving only a cold word: "It's better to do so, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

With Long Wu Ji's departure, the atmosphere in the flying boat became somewhat subtle.

But Luo Yunhan just smiled faintly and looked into the distance again, Yaoer, my wife, here I come.

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