Chapter 41 Wedding

"I only hope that you two can support each other in your cultivation in the future. Of course, as your father, I believe in your character, Ming'er, so there should be no need to worry about such things."

Junior Brother Bai Ming bowed solemnly, "This junior will certainly do so."

Patriarch Song nodded, "The wedding is set for three days from now. I have asked someone to calculate it, and three days from now is an auspicious day."

An auspicious day? Even a Golden Core Cultivator believes in these things. Junior Brother Bai Ming smiled to himself, somewhat surprised.

Beside him, Song Wanqing rested her hands on Junior Brother Bai Ming's shoulders, her eyes filled with a hint of a smile.

Patriarch Song waved his hand, "Alright, I won't take up any more of you newlyweds' time. I am going to go speak with Sect Master Wang."

After a flash of light, Patriarch Song vanished from their sight, and the entire Patriarch Song's estate was left with only the couple about to be married.

Song Wanqing simply snuggled up to Junior Brother Bai Ming's side, resting her head on the young man's shoulder.

Feeling the weight on his shoulder, Junior Brother Bai Ming turned his head to look at the woman's profile, unable to resist tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I didn't expect us to be getting married so soon," Junior Brother Bai Ming sighed slightly.

Song Wanqing feigned a coquettish pout, "What do you mean you didn't expect it? We have had an engagement for a long time; wasn't this bound to happen sooner or later?"

Junior Brother Bai Ming laughed, "That's true, but I lost my memories, so you can't blame me for forgetting."

Song Wanqing didn't speak, but nudged her head against Junior Brother Bai Ming's shoulder, appearing somewhat dissatisfied.

The two talked for a while longer before leaving Patriarch Song's estate.

There were still three days until their wedding.

Three days is a very short time for two Cultivators; it passes in the blink of an eye during cultivation.

But for a pair of lovebirds deeply in love, it is very long—long enough to enjoy every minute and every second spent with each other.

Every passing second held meaning, with time imbued with extraordinary value by the person beside them.

Within those three days, the two traveled all over Canglan City, painted pictures for each other, and chatted happily.

When together, they sometimes had endless things to say, wishing they could talk about the entire world and explore every interesting thing in the mortal realm.

At other times, they would look at each other in silence, just silently snuggling beside one another, quietly watching the moon in the sky and the lake on the ground.

Dabs of starlight illuminated their figures, rimmed with a silver edge traced by the moonlight.

The vast sunlight of the coming days painted a sketch of the two, imprinting their leaning figures onto the ground.

Their footprints were found all over Canglan City, and their gazes often met towards the distant firmament.

After three days passed, the man had affection, and the woman had intent.

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Inside the room of an esteemed person in the Song family.

Facing the bronze mirror in front of him, Junior Brother Bai Ming adjusted his hair accessories and shook his shoulders, attempting to soothe the emotions in his heart.

After casting a cleansing spell, he exhaled a breath of white mist.

Looking at the young man in red robes reflected in the bronze mirror, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

Today was his and Song Wanqing's big day; it was of extraordinary significance.

From today on, he would officially become a Dao companion with Song Wanqing, and also husband and wife in the mortal sense.

Having never had a romantic connection in his past life, he had found a beautiful woman in this life.

There was no obstruction from elders, nor interference from the secular world; there was only the joy of mutual affection and a match made in heaven.

Looking at the red silk ribbons decorating the room, the figure of the woman in green robes appeared in Junior Brother Bai Ming's mind.

Knock, knock—the sound of knocking outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

"It seems the time has come." Junior Brother Bai Ming got up to open the door.

Xiaoxue, dressed in somewhat festive clothes, stood outside the door, "Young Master, the time has arrived."

"Alright." Junior Brother Bai Ming nodded and followed in Xiaoxue's footsteps, walking toward the wedding venue.

The sound of his heartbeat accompanied the crisp footsteps, beating incessantly.

The long corridor was hung with precious Chixia silk, rendering the sides of the path in a festive red.

Before stepping out of the corridor, Junior Brother Bai Ming saw from afar that stunning figure covered with a red veil; the delicate red cloth obscured the woman's face, adding a touch of mystery.

Thump, thump, thump.

Junior Brother Bai Ming's heart beat violently, and his blood even felt like it was boiling; this might be one of the most important moments of his life.

The scenes of this day would be deeply etched into the depths of his mind, and he would likely never forget them.

Walking out of the corridor, Xiaoxue signaled to the ceremonial officiant hosting the wedding and to Patriarch Song in the high seat.

On both sides sat some Cultivators with profound cultivation levels who had a close relationship with Patriarch Song, and at the very top sat the immortal-looking Sect Master Wang.

As Junior Brother Bai Ming approached, everyone's gazes gathered on him. In order not to disrupt the etiquette, they only observed with their naked eyes and did not use their spiritual sense.

Feeling the crowd's gazes, Junior Brother Bai Ming couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but when he saw the woman in red robes looking towards him, this nervousness instantly vanished.

A classically dressed Cultivator probed, "City Lord Song, your son-in-law is certainly dashing. I heard he possesses that legendary spiritual root; his immortal path will be immeasurable."

Patriarch Song laughed heartily, "First of all, thank you all for coming. However, these matters can wait until later; today, let us leave the time to this newlywed couple."

Sect Master Wang stroked his beard and nodded, "Indeed, let us not ruin this festive atmosphere."

The classically dressed Cultivator apologized, "City Lord Song and Sect Master Wang are absolutely right; it was this junior who was rude."

Below the main seat, in the crowd of onlookers behind the newlyweds, two young men in white robes were jostling each other.

Junior Brother Su looked excited, "Senior Brother, look, the Seven Sects have all sent people. I fear only this wedding could have such an earth-shattering turnout."

Xiao Yu nodded, "After all, it is a wedding of two Heavenly Spirit Roots. One of them is the world-renowned Yanqing Spiritual Root, and the other is the Xiaoming Spiritual Root, about which there are few records and which carries an air of mystery."

He thought to himself, "I just don't know how many people came uninvited. It seems Patriarch Song still didn't completely cover up the strange phenomenon from that day."

Junior Brother Su held onto Xiao Yu's shoulder, "Senior Brother, look, it's about to start."

The ceremonial officiant hosting the wedding cleared his throat and announced solemnly and loudly, "First bow to Heaven and Earth."

Junior Brother Bai Ming followed the officiant's guidance and kowtowed to Heaven and Earth.

Looking at the distinguished guests who had traveled from afar and the festive, magnificent decorations, his heart beat incessantly.

"Second bow to parents."

The beautiful woman beside him and Junior Brother Bai Ming knelt together towards the main seat.

Patriarch Song on the main seat nodded repeatedly, his face full of smiles.

The Cultivators from the Seven Sects also performed the proper etiquette. Regardless of their purpose for coming, at this moment, this newlywed couple was the protagonist of the wedding.

The high-pitched voice spread in all directions.

"Bow to each other as husband and wife."

Junior Brother Bai Ming turned around and looked at the beautiful woman beside him, who was covered with a red veil.

His heart could not help but be stirred; through the magnificent red veil, he seemed to be able to see the woman's smile.

Bending his body slightly, he kowtowed to the beautiful woman before him.

At this moment, the two only had each other in their eyes; time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the surrounding environment felt thick and viscous.

Countless gazes, carrying different thoughts, gathered on the newlyweds.

But the two at the center of these gazes were completely unaware, nor did they care; they only had each other in their eyes and only their perfect match in their hearts.

"Ceremony complete!"