The air was filled with a peculiar sweet fragrance, serene and elegant, winding gently around the nerves, bringing a slightly intoxicating warmth, causing one's Blood Qi to involuntarily surge with heat.

Chu Zheng instinctively tried to lift himself up, but a sudden heavy and cold sensation of restraint came from his arms.

He looked down, his pupils momentarily contracted.

His wrists and ankles were tightly bound by chains etched with glowing scarlet symbols, the chains felt smooth as jade at touch, suppressing all the anomalies on his body.

The scarlet symbols flowed slowly on the chains as if alive, suppressing the Yuan Qi and Divine Sense throughout his body, rendering him immobile.

Chu Zheng looked around and finally noticed that his original blue robe had been taken off and replaced with red.

The Cloud Couch beneath him was exceptionally soft, covered with a thick red Brocade Quilt, trapping him as if he had fallen into a warm cloud, but at this moment, this softness became an inescapable mire, binding Chu Zheng on the couch, unable to move.

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Chu Zheng's heart sank in an instant. A long-abandoned sense of unease surged up from his heart, a chill ran up his spine, quickly spreading through his entire body.

He suddenly scanned the surroundings, his gaze halted abruptly when he swept it to the window lattice.

Next to the window lattice, beside a round table covered with the same bright red satin, a figure sat quietly.

Outside the window, the morning light just appeared, with faint twilight glow permeating the clouds.

The woman fiddled with the gold-embroidered wedding handkerchief in her hand, her somewhat sharp sword-like eyebrows slanted into her temples, the corner of her eyes painted with a phoenix tail dipped in vermilion, her pupils reflecting the turbulent waves of golden clouds, akin to the refined red gold and Mystic Iron of a millennium.

The Nine-layered Gauze Wedding Dress she wore flowed with the Star River, embroidered with gold lines forming the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix. From the waist, it flowed gracefully for three zhang, the scales and feathers adorned with Jue Pearls, and as she raised her hand, her sleeves brushed past like Floating Light Broken Jade.

The Jade Bead Golden Crown pressed against her high-styled Cloud Bun, twelve strands of vermilion necklaces dangled across her forehead but did not obscure her sharp gaze piercing through the dim red mist.

Those hands that had killed countless lives were now pinching a wedding silk with Double Lotus Pattern.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept from outside the window, brushing over the three zhang red robe, lifting the outer veil of the wedding dress, revealing the Double Simurgh Harmony Jade Pendant hanging at her waist.

"Xue... Qing...?"

Chu Zheng's expression slightly froze, his thoughts momentarily halted.

Noticing the movement, the woman suddenly stood up, her garment fluttering like raging flames, slowly approached Chu Zheng, a breeze brushed his face, and the red silk curtains gently swayed. It was her remaining fierce aura, dancing with the flickering red candles in the hall.

In an instant, Chu Zheng vaguely understood the general context, feeling a surge of absurdity inside.

This sort of thing, he never thought would happen to him.

Their eyes met.

Chu Zheng's breath instantly stopped.

The woman before him, her features were still like those in his memory, cold and picturesque, her skin under the full room of red light seemed even whiter than frost and snow, her long eyelashes hung low, shading the expressions in her eyes, the lips seemed stained with faint rouge, in this intense red atmosphere, exudated a breathtaking beauty.

In the midst of strangeness, a hint of familiar stirring arose from his heart, Chu Zheng suddenly felt his throat dry, a moment of hesitation came over him.

"Awake."

After a while, Xue Qing finally spoke, her voice still like the clear spring of a mountain stream, crisp and pleasant, calmly declared:

"Prepare yourself, you and I will marry today."

Marry...

Upon hearing the expected words, Chu Zheng was momentarily unsure how to react.

He didn't know, what exactly prompted Xue Qing to take such a shocking action, even mobilizing a Great Saint to bind him here.

"Xue Qing, first, release me."

After a moment of internal struggle, Chu Zheng chose not to deceive and honestly spoke: "I am already married, how can I wed again?"

"You wouldn't even think of a reasonable excuse, I have asked Yun Tianji and your two followers."

Xue Qing's expression remained unchanged:

"Over the years, there haven't been other women around you, what talk of marriage, besides, whether you're willing or not, I'm merely informing you."

After speaking, she paused slightly: "Or bring over the wife you speak of, and I won't force you today."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng's face stiffened. He couldn't possibly tell Xue Qing that only upon her death would his wife be born.

After a long silence, his expression sterned, he sat up:

"I am a Qi Cultivator of the Taoist School. If wedding, according to past customs, I must burn the scroll to Upper Form to the Ancestral Dao. Wait for me to write a marriage scroll to Upper Form. If the Ancestral Dao agrees, we will complete the marriage today."

"Nowadays, there are twenty Ancestors of the Great Universe, where would the Ancestral Dao come from? Besides, for you and me to marry, why need others' consent?"

Xue Qing remained unmoved.

For a moment, the hall plunged into dead silence.

After a long silence, Xue Qing gazed at Chu Zheng and finally relented:

"I'll give you the Incense Burner, burn the scroll to Upper Form, and await your response."

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Outside the hall.

On the expansive white jade plaza, a red carpet was laid, extending to the end of the vision, a thousand Red Flame Glaze Lamps scattered across the skies, emitting a gentle glow.

On the plaza, guests were already gathered, these people comprised Martial Cultivators from Lingbi City and the entire Falling Leaves Heaven, along with representatives from various sects and special emissaries from numerous prestigious families.

At this moment, various cultivators were either whispering or gazing around, their sights invariably focused on those standing at the forefront of the plaza, those figures with auras deep as the ocean, all Great Saints of the Martial Path.

Beside these Great Saints, whose very movements could shake a region of the Star River, served respectfully a child.

Beside the Fire Cloud Great Saint stood a boy around ten years old in a blue robe, his face taut with a gaze mirroring maturity beyond his years, the faint red Fire Spirit Qi subtly swirling around him, clearly possessing a Fire Spirit Body.