Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 771: A Moment of Warmth
“It’s not that Liu doesn’t want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn’t allow it!”
He muttered to himself.
In today’s cultivation world, it is also an era that values one’s background greatly.
Compared to the Golden Core Yan Family, the backgrounds of Jiang Qiushui and Ji Ruyan can only be considered very ordinary.
If he were to handle things as casually as before, inviting a few familiar faces for a hasty ceremony, it would undoubtedly be seen as disrespectful by the majority of cultivators.
After all, this is the daughter of a Golden Core family, and Yan Qun'er herself is a Golden Core Elder of the sect.
With Liu Yu’s status at this moment, as a dignified Yuan Ying True Monarch, it wouldn’t be appropriate to be too low-key.
So, one might say he isn’t being biased?
Shaking his head slightly, Liu Yu’s figure flashed and disappeared from his original spot in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared directly above Little Qing, welcoming Yan Qun'er into his cave dwelling with a somewhat “informal” ceremony.
Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Yan Qun'er in the bridal sedan chair wore a beaming smile, although there was also a hint of shyness.
Even though they are not dao partners, the scale of the ceremony was enough to show Liu Yu's regard for her.
“Dong dong dong~”
Throughout the entire ceremonial process, the sounds of gongs and drums echoed loudly.
The specific ritual for taking a concubine was managed by cultivators well-versed in the rites below.
Liu Yu made his appearance and, under the instruction to keep things simple, quickly completed the entire process.
Soon, it was time for the bridal chamber.
As the crowd dispersed, Heavenly Peak became quiet and desolate once more.
By now, it was deep into the night, with the dark night shrouding the sky and earth, and every now and then a few escape lights streaked across the horizon.
Yet, within Liu Yu’s cave dwelling, it was brightly lit.
In every corner, large red lanterns hung, and many exquisite little trinkets decorated the cave.
The candlelight shone through the red lampshades, emitting a celebratory soft red glow, creating a warm atmosphere.
Naturally, Jiang Qiushui and Ji Ruyan were quite jealous of the grand ceremony for Yan Qun'er’s entrance.
However, under Liu Yu's kind reassurance, the two women were quite understanding and retreated.
After all, looking at all the male cultivator elders of various sects, who isn’t a husband to multiple wives?
The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to produce offspring, and even the offspring born may not necessarily possess spiritual roots, or their roots may not be suitable for cultivating immortality.
In this situation, for the continuation of the family line, it is naturally better to have more descendants.
Thus, the existence of multiple wives is, in some sense, quite reasonable.
After dismissing a group of maidservants, Liu Yu stood in the center of the hall, gazing at the bedroom door, and slowly walked towards it.
“Creak~”
With a gentle push, the door opened.
He immediately saw a female cultivator dressed in a bright red wedding gown, with a slender figure and outstanding demeanor, quietly sitting at the edge of the bed.
A large piece of red silk covered her face, obscuring her features, but her aura felt incredibly familiar.
“This feeling isn’t so bad after all.”
Liu Yu flashed this thought.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of the ceremony, he felt a different kind of sensation now, and his state of mind wasn’t as calm as he imagined.
After pausing for a moment, Liu Yu took a big step forward, stopping just in front of Yan Qun'er.
At this moment, they were less than a foot apart, already surpassing the “safe distance” typically maintained between ordinary cultivators.
A faint, fragrant aroma suddenly wafted from Yan Qun'er’s direction.
Even with the “red bridal veil” obstructing his view, without needing to use his spiritual consciousness to scan, Liu Yu could sense that her gaze was directed towards him beneath the red silk.