Lu Chengfeng moved swiftly. To prevent any further complications from arising overnight, he didn’t notify anyone and prepared the bridal chamber and banquet in advance.
On the day of the wedding, he informed only Zhao Changzhen’s second disciple, Su Wanqing, third disciple, Li Mo, and the little junior sister, Zhao Ling’Er, the master’s only daughter.
Zhao Ling’Er was not Luo Suyi’s daughter. Luo Suyi was originally Zhao Changzhen’s senior disciple, and from a young age, she practiced the pinnacle dual cultivation technique, "Golden Thread Jade Robe Skill."
Zhao Changzhen discovered her special constitution, which was most suitable for this cultivation technique, thus harboring sinister motives. Though she was taken as a disciple, she was actually trained as a tripod furnace.
In recent years, Luo Suyi had blossomed more and more, and her "Golden Thread Jade Robe Skill" had reached the Seventh Layer, becoming a ripe fruit.
Seeing his eldest disciple attracting the envy of other disciples, besides Xue Dulong, there were many disciples professing their love to Luo Suyi.
Zhao Changzhen, consumed by jealousy, disregarded the gossip and compelled Luo Suyi to marry him as a concubine.
Unfortunately, on the night of the nuptials, an unexpected change occurred. A strong force invaded Bixiao Peak, defeating Zhao Changzhen with three strikes, took all of his belongings, and left leisurely.
This shocking event at Bixiao Peak stirred heated discussions within the sect, even prompting the Sect Leader to personally inquire. However, after seven days, not a single trace of the culprit was found.
Instead, the situation for Bixiao Peak’s disciples became increasingly precarious, especially for the stunningly beautiful Luo Suyi, who practiced the "Golden Thread Jade Robe Skill," catching the attention of many.
In such circumstances, Lu Chengfeng, ignoring the astonishment of his fellow disciples, cut the Gordian knot by witnessing his wedding with Luo Suyi before them all.
Once the matter was settled, he entrusted the second junior sister, Su Wanqing, to send the marriage certificate and invitations to each peak of the sect.
Su Wanqing looked at Lu Chengfeng dressed in red wedding attire with a complex expression, "Senior Brother, why... why did you do this so suddenly?"
Lu Chengfeng, at this moment, was wearing red brocade clothes with a gold crown, appearing even more valorous and unmatched in the wedding attire. He said solemnly, "Master suddenly met with an accident, I can protect you and Sister-In-Law only in this way. Otherwise, over time, others might exploit the opportunity."
"Now that the matter is settled, there’s no need for further words, junior sister. Please, for the sake of past sentiments, go to the Law Enforcement Hall with the marriage certificate and send the invitations to each peak."
Su Wanqing, from the Su Family of Jiangnan, belonged to a martial arts family of Jiangnan but joined the Yuncang Sword Sect in the Northern Lands due to certain unexpected events, becoming a disciple under Zhao Changzhen at Bixiao Peak.
She entered the sect with some skill and was even seven or eight years older than Lu Chengfeng.
However, since Lu Chengfeng joined young and demonstrated extraordinary talent in swordsmanship at the age of twelve, he became Zhao Changzhen’s senior disciple, making Su Wanqing second in rank at Bixiao Peak.
As for Zhao Changzhen’s youngest disciple, Li Mo, he was only fifteen this year, and since entering the sect three years ago, Lu Chengfeng had been teaching him on behalf of their master.
After instructing Su Wanqing, Lu Chengfeng glanced at Zhao Ling’Er, who ran out crying, and said to Li Mo, "Old Three, follow our junior sister closely, do not let anything happen to her."
Li Mo originally was the young master of a prominent family in Jin State, but during a family outing, encountered bandits from the Black Wind Stronghold, resulting in the massacre of his family.
He was saved by Lu Chengfeng, who was then traveling down the mountain, and seeing his potential, was brought back to the sect, becoming a disciple of Zhao Changzhen.
To him, Lu Chengfeng was like a brother and revered like a teacher, and their bond was profoundly deep.
Hearing the arrangement, he said not a word, quickly using his body technique to follow the direction Zhao Ling’Er had left in.
After settling all these matters, Lu Chengfeng finally looked at Luo Suyi, still draped in her red wedding veil.
He gently approached, taking hold of Luo Suyi’s fingertips, finding them cool to the touch yet smooth and flawless, making it hard to pull away.
"Suyi, today must have been aggrieving for you!"
Luo Suyi didn’t know how she felt, only that she was as light as a feather, as if in a dream.
Were it not for the veil over her head, she wouldn’t know how to face the disciples of the former husband and her daughter.
But waking from nightmares countless times, she resolved to marry Lu Chengfeng.
"This may not be the best choice, but do I have any other path to take?"
Luo Suyi was determined not to fall into the hands of the monster Xue Dulong, the mere thought was terrifying.
Hidden under the red veil, Luo Suyi didn’t realize her eyes reddened, this exceedingly humble wedding was filled with embarrassment, humiliation, and a sense of absurdity.
First forced to be a concubine by her master, and just married, her husband was killed, leaving her a widow.
Now, she quickly married Lu Chengfeng, for a moment, she even found herself despicable.
She even entertained the thought, "Why not just end it all, and escape everyone’s humiliation?"
Until Lu Chengfeng’s voice reached her ears, calling her back from her daze.
At the moment their hands touched, she trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to withdraw, but Lu Chengfeng held her tightly.
"Suyi, rest assured, what I promised, I will keep my word."
"As long as you do not agree, I will not touch you."
Lu Chengfeng’s gentle words calmed Luo Suyi’s initially tense body bit by bit.
"Come, let’s return to our room!"
"No matter what, from today onwards, you are my wife."
Luo Suyi let him lead her, her mind blank, like a puppet, followed him back to the bridal chamber.
They were in Lu Chengfeng’s residence, a secluded courtyard with a few parasol trees and a small pond. The parasol trees shaded a martial arts practice area where Lu Chengfeng usually trained.
The courtyard had two sections, and Lu Chengfeng and Luo Suyi held a simple wedding banquet in the outer yard. Now, with his new bride, he crossed the inner gate into the inner courtyard.
Luo Suyi, still veiled, could only walk forward with the man’s support, luckily seeing the path beneath her feet, not stumbling.
Soon, as the door creaked open, Lu Chengfeng led Luo Suyi inside.
Upon hearing the door shut with a bang, Luo Suyi instinctively grew tense, gripping her clothes tightly.
Lu Chengfeng too felt a wave of excitement, not just for the impending treasure, but for the exceptional beauty before him.
It must be said, Luo Suyi was naturally alluring, and at first sight, Lu Chengfeng was captivated.
Her every smile and gesture brimmed with charm, making his heart race.
This woman, once his senior sister, in name only his master’s wife, now, from today, was finally to be his wife.
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After Luo Suyi sat by the bedside, Lu Chengfeng used a gold stick to lift her red veil, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face, slightly made-up and shy, appeared before him.
Her brows arched like willow leaves, eyes like peach blossoms, lips like cherries, skin delicate as porcelain, almost breakable, even the loose fitting wedding dress couldn’t hide her stunning figure.
As she sat, a full moon rose up her rounded hips, and her prominent bosom drew attention.
Lu Chengfeng’s heart pounded, an instant warmth almost urging him to rush forward.
Luo Suyi looked stunning under the red candlelight, seemingly bathed in a halo, her skin glistening, evoking a desire to violate.
She lowered her head, daring not meet the man’s hot gaze, but the motion caused ripples on her chest.
Lu Chengfeng drew a sharp breath, "Mistress... my wife... I will meditate aside... rest well."
Saying this, he fled like his seat was on fire, rushing to the adjacent room, gulping several sips of cold tea, regaining some clarity.
"I can’t dwell on this; prioritize the mission."
"Though beauty holds allure, it brings disaster too; lacking strength, one may lose both wife and troops."
Lu Chengfeng inhaled deeply, letting her alluring face fade from his mind, focusing instead on the golden glow within his brow.
"It’s time to receive the gift!"