Chapter 732 - 575: Husband......
Chapter 732: Chapter 575: Husband......
In fact, since it would directly touch upon the level of their Divine Souls, the experience might be even more delicate and intimate.
’If I’m the one to bring this up,’ Gui Junmeng thought, ’wouldn’t it be a blatant declaration that I’m full of anticipation for a Divine Soul union?’
’That’s just too forward...’
...
"Jun Meng—"
One evening, with the afterglow of the sunset yet to fade, Senior Sister Lin arrived outside Gui Junmeng’s courtyard with several junior sisters, waving at her from a distance.
"Senior and junior sisters, is something the matter?"
Gui Junmeng, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, slowly opened them and asked in confusion.
"Stop your cultivation for now and come inside with us, quickly!"
Without waiting for a refusal, Senior Sister Lin and the other junior sisters pulled Gui Junmeng into her private chambers.
"Senior Sister Lin... wait..."
Inside the room, before Gui Junmeng could finish her sentence, Senior Sister Lin had already deftly untied the sash of her Daoist Robe.
The loose Daoist Robe slid silently down her fair, smooth skin, pooling around her ankles.
Every time Senior Sister Lin and the others saw Gui Junmeng’s flawless, delicate body, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.
After all, Jun Meng’s body was too perfect, like a finely carved work of art without a single flaw.
But tonight, it seemed they had no time to admire it in detail.
"Quick, help Jun Meng get dressed."
At Senior Sister Lin’s command, the junior sisters swarmed forward, bustling about as they dressed Gui Junmeng, layer by layer, in a festive, crimson wedding gown.
Soon, Gui Junmeng was gently guided to a seat before her dressing mirror.
The senior and junior sisters gathered around her, carefully applying light red makeup. Every stroke was feather-light, as if they feared a single misplaced brushstroke would mar her flawless face.
Over an hour later, Gui Junmeng, now covered by a red wedding veil, walked gracefully out of the room.
The red wedding veil obscured her vision, making everything around her hazy and blurred.
Yet she could still clearly sense that Xiao Mo was standing quietly in front of her.
At this moment, how could Gui Junmeng not understand what was happening?
She shyly lowered her head, her heart filled with both anticipation and nervousness.
"A while ago, I specifically asked Sister Liu Shui to help divine an auspicious date, and today is the absolute best one."
Xiao Mo smiled faintly and stepped forward, speaking in a gentle voice.
"I was originally wondering if we should wait for Daoist Yun Xi to return, but it seems he won’t be free for a while. I couldn’t bear to make you wait any longer, Jun Meng."
"Jun Meng—" Xiao Mo gazed at her, his tone sincere and gentle. "Are you willing to complete the wedding ceremony with me, the one we left unfinished that day?"
After a brief silence, from beneath the red wedding veil, Gui Junmeng gave a slight nod.
"Then let’s hurry up and start! It’s getting late, don’t let it delay the wedding night!" As soon as Senior Sister Lin saw Gui Junmeng nod, she joyfully stepped forward to urge them on.
Xiao Mo reached out and took the red silk ribbon from Gui Junmeng’s hand, leading her back into the courtyard, which was already adorned with red lanterns and silk streamers.
The large, red "double happiness" characters on the windows and doors had also been freshly pasted on.
The pure, water-like moonlight gently cascaded into the festive courtyard. The leaves, swaying in the breeze, seemed to shatter the moon’s radiance, scattering it across the ground and dyeing the yard in a faint, silvery-white halo.
"First bow, to Heaven and Earth..." Senior Sister Lin’s clear voice echoed through the tranquil courtyard and the surrounding mountain forest.
Standing side-by-side, Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng performed a deep bow to Heaven and Earth.
"Second bow, to the elders..." Senior Sister Lin called out once more.
The other senior and junior sisters quickly unfurled three painted scrolls, using a Technique to support them so they hovered steadily in mid-air.
The three scrolls depicted portraits of Tushan Xinhua, Gui Ning, and Daoist Yun Xi, respectively.
Gently guided by Xiao Mo, Gui Junmeng slowly turned around and bowed respectfully to the three portraits.
At the same time, far away at the edge of the world, Tushan Xinhua, Gui Ning, and Daoist Yun Xi all paused, slightly stunned.
They raised their heads, looked in the same direction, and a gratified smile simultaneously touched the corners of their lips.
"Bow to each other..." Senior Sister Lin’s voice grew even more joyous.
Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng turned to face one another and bowed solemnly.
"The ceremony is complete..."
Senior Sister Lin watched the newlyweds with satisfaction.
"Escort them to the bridal chamber..."
And at that very moment, two dazzling beams of light shot up from the mountain peak into the heavens, piercing the deep darkness and illuminating the entire night sky.
A thick Dao rhythm rippled out from the Seeking Immortal Temple, spreading in concentric circles.
Ethereal, immortal melodies began to resonate across the sky, like silken threads, lingering endlessly.
After three breaths, the two beams of light slowly drew closer, eventually merging into one.
From this point on, their two Great Daos merged and became one.
...
「The wedding night.」
Inside the room, Gui Junmeng sat demurely on the edge of the red wedding bed, her hands folded in her lap.
Beneath her red sleeves, her slender fingers were intertwined, revealing the young woman’s mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Holding a Ruyi weighing rod, Xiao Mo stepped forward and gently lifted the red wedding veil from Gui Junmeng’s head.
His wife’s enchanting face was revealed to him, completely unobscured.
Gui Junmeng raised her head slightly to glance at Xiao Mo, but quickly lowered her gaze in shyness.
Xiao Mo picked up the nuptial wine cups, sat on the edge of the bed, and handed one to Gui Junmeng.
Their arms intertwined as they tilted their heads back and drank the wine in one gulp.
After they set down the cups, a romantic atmosphere quietly filled the room.
For a moment, neither of them knew what to say.
And just as Xiao Mo was thinking of what to say to ease the delicate atmosphere...
Xiao Mo suddenly felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.
Xiao Mo turned his head to see Gui Junmeng pursing her thin lips. The gentle candlelight and moonlight seemed to meld together, sprinkling softly upon her long, curved eyelashes.
"Before, we always joined through Spiritual Power. Today... perhaps we can... go one step further..." Gui Junmeng said softly, her cheeks blushing as she spoke each word deliberately.
"Indeed," Xiao Mo replied, his voice also tinged with nervousness. "In that case, Jun Meng, shall we try?"
"Mm..." Gui Junmeng nodded lightly, her voice as quiet as a whisper.
The bed curtains were lowered. Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng each removed their outer robes, leaving them in only their thin undergarments.
They sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other with palms pressed together.
Warm Spiritual Power flowed slowly from their palms, silently pouring into each other’s bodies.
The next moment, Xiao Mo silently recited the Techniques in his mind. The Yin Yang River slowly coalesced around him, its black and white streams of light surging like waves to gently envelop them both.
Immediately after, two rays of spiritual light—one white, one black—leapt from the tops of their heads, transforming into two palm-sized Nascent Souls that looked identical to Xiao Mo and Gui Junmeng.
Xiao Mo’s Nascent Soul stepped forward and reached out, gently untying the thin sash at her waist.
Gui Junmeng’s Nascent Soul lowered its head slightly, a faint blush rising on its cheeks. It nestled into the embrace of Xiao Mo’s Nascent Soul, allowing his large hands to slowly wrap around its slender waist.
On the bed, the cheeks of Gui Junmeng’s physical body were completely flushed, like ripe strawberries, so vibrant and succulent it seemed a gentle squeeze would release sweet juice.
The moment her Nascent Soul was touched by Xiao Mo, to Gui Junmeng, ’the sensation was no different from his hands caressing her own body.’
A delicate and real sensation spread through Gui Junmeng’s entire body, inch by inch.
The two Nascent Souls gazed deeply at each other as they slowly drew closer. Their breaths mingled, their gazes intertwined, weaving a tender, lingering net of affection.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped Gui Junmeng’s slightly parted, vermilion lips.
The woman’s physical body’s breathing grew more rapid, her frame tensed involuntarily, and her chest trembled slightly with each heaving breath.
She lifted her eyelids slightly, her shimmering, fox-like eyes gazing timidly at him. Her voice was as soft as the wind brushing against zither strings:
"Hu... Husband..."
"Be... be gentle..."