Chapter 763: The Night of Perfection (5k chapter, complete, you know)

The wedding of the next Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Empress of the Heaven Dou Empire was not grand; on the contrary, it was somewhat shabby.

Following Ning Rongrong's request, no grand ceremony was held, nor was there any great fanfare.

She simply made an announcement in the Heaven Dou Empire, making Qin Jian the legal Imperial Consort.

All other rituals were conducted in private within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

They did not ask for the blessings of tens of thousands of disciples, nor did they have the sect prepare a banquet.

Right inside the Council Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the two of them wore snow-white formal attire, accepting the witness of Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo.

This pair of formal outfits was an enlarged version of the ones they had worn back when they participated in the imperial etiquette Assessment.

Ning Rongrong had kept the original version all this time, unable to bear throwing it away.

There were only a sparse dozen or so people watching the ceremony, all of whom were high-ranking members with close relationships to them in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Such as Gu Douluo, who now no longer had the heart or energy to compete with Jian Douluo, and Gu Yue, who had long since lost any jealousy toward Qin Jian and felt only reverence.

"Rongrong, with such a simple ceremony, do you... not feel wronged?" Qin Jian asked, holding her hand.

"I don't feel that way at all..."

On Ning Rongrong's flawless face, her smile was beautiful and content: "Actually, a long time ago, when we obtained the recognition of the Ocean's Tear, when we got engaged, in Rongrong's heart, you were already my man, for all of this life and the next."

She blinked her eyes: "Now, it's just adding a ceremony, that's all!"

Qin Jian finally understood that he had already gained Ning Rongrong, back when she was only ten years old.

Over these years, there had been hesitation, there had been confusion, there had been jealousy, there had been bitterness, but the only thing there had never been was regret.

In the end, everything settled down, settling into a love that was now nearly one.

What more could one ask for!

Qin Jian gripped her small hand tightly, as if he had grasped the entire world.

"If you put it that way, wouldn't I, as a father, have been called 'Uncle' by Jian'er for all these years for nothing?" Ning Fengzhi teased, sitting in the seat of honor.

Qin Jian's gaze shifted from Ning Rongrong's profile to look at Ning Fengzhi.

He slowly revealed a warm and intimate smile: "Thank you for your trust over all these years, thank you for being willing to entrust Rongrong to me, thank you... Dad..."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned by this "Dad" from him; he hurriedly used his hands to rub his eyes: "I really am getting old, my eyes are a bit sore."

He had watched Qin Jian grow up, and for so many years, he had been like half a son.

He had never doubted Qin Jian, not even when the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood on opposite sides.

Only at this moment, when Qin Jian called him "Dad" from the bottom of his heart, did he suddenly realize that this could also be considered a kind of true, perfect fulfillment.

"Jian Yeye, what should Rongrong call you from now on?"

Hearing Qin Jian call Ning Fengzhi "Dad," Ning Rongrong suddenly looked at Jian Douluo with a smile: "Should I follow Brother Jian and call you that too?"

Jian Douluo's icy face was unusually soft on this day: "Rongrong can call me whatever she likes."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and giggled: "Then I want to follow Brother Jian and call you Teacher, that way Dad and Jian Yeye will be of the same generation!"

Jian Douluo: "..."

"In that case, Rongrong will still have to call me Gu Yeye, and I'll be a generation higher than the old man Jian for nothing, hahaha..."

Gu Douluo's laughter made Jian Douluo's complexion turn three shades darker.

"You're already married and you're still playing tricks on your Jian Yeye!" Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go, Brother Jian!"

Ning Rongrong pulled Qin Jian's hand and walked away: "The ceremony is finished, we should go enjoy our world for two!"

Qin Jian never imagined that the wedding he thought would be very grand would end up being so simple.

Even until he was dragged out by Ning Rongrong, he was still in a daze.

"This little girl Rongrong has also returned to simplicity."

Ning Fengzhi smiled with gratification: "Their feelings have long since transcended these ceremonies; whether they exist or not makes no difference at all."

"For so many years, we have watched them walk this path, from falling in love to parting, then to meeting again, trusting, staying together, and finally uniting—what a cycle."

Jian Douluo watched the backs of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong, and the Sword Intent on his body gradually became dense.

"Sword Intent of slaughter, Sword Intent of protection, Sword Intent of reincarnation..."

"I... have attained enlightenment..."

Seeing the aura on Jian Douluo growing stronger and stronger, Gu Douluo almost cursed out loud.

Who exactly is the teacher and who is the student between this old fellow and Qin Jian? Why is it that every time, he can achieve a major breakthrough because of Qin Jian?

"In terms of talent, I really am inferior to the old man Jian..."

Gu Douluo pulled Gu Yue along and covered his face as he left: "In terms of taking on students, I am even more inferior..."

Gu Yue was silent for a moment: "Teacher, if you compare me to Qin Jian, aren't you insulting him? In this Plane, who can compare to him?"

Gu Douluo was rendered speechless.

"I can understand Jian Shu's feelings..."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, and the soul power fluctuations on his body also gradually grew: "Seeing them walk this path, through all the wind and rain, it's like walking through a whole lifetime, so perfect..."

He smiled slightly: "Of course, more importantly, the rules of this Plane are already different; as long as the realm is sufficient, breaking through has become much simpler."

Seeing that both Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were on the verge of a breakthrough, Gu Douluo...

"Yue'er, why don't you go have a romance and show your teacher, how about that?"

Gu Yue: "..."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Mimicry Cultivation Ground.

"Rongrong, did you choose the wedding chamber so casually too?"

Qin Jian looked at the tent before him, truly speechless.

"How is it casual? It's clearly the most meaningful one!"

Ning Rongrong pouted her little lips: "I fell in love with Brother Jian here, and I also want to give myself to Brother Jian here."

Qin Jian blinked: "As long as you like it."

Ning Rongrong pulled his hand and sat down on the cloud bed.

Although they were staying in a simple tent, this bed... was her own large bed, soft and comfortable.

Ning Rongrong suddenly glanced at him with a bit of shyness, then quickly turned her head away.

"What's wrong, Rongrong?" Qin Jian asked.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed slightly: "It's just... it just feels a bit... awkward..."

"Awkward about what?" Qin Jian asked curiously.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue: "In the past, whenever the mood struck, it was unstoppable, but this time, having to perform the act of husband and wife so formally, it just feels... um... as strange as completing a task."

"Strange how?"

Qin Jian laughed in spite of himself, reached out, and gently pulled her into his arms: "We are already in the most intimate relationship; now it is just a little more intimate."

He looked down and saw that under the glow of the red candles, Ning Rongrong's face was as crystalline as jade, snow-white and translucent.

Being held on his lap now, her eyes trembled slightly, her gaze like water, soft and beautiful beyond measure.

In the past, it was always just a light touch, and she could only watch him with others; this time, when it was her turn, she could finally feel that strange impulse.

Qin Jian just gently stroked her smooth, snowy back and soft, long hair, which caused a faint pink to bloom on her fragrant cheeks, making her appear even more delicate.

"Have you been waiting for this day for a long time?" he whispered with a smile.

"I have not!"

Ning Rongrong voiced her indignation and tilted her head up.

But just at that moment, a touch of warmth kissed her thin lips.

"Mmm..."

Her face turned completely red in an instant, and her heart thumped wildly.

It was not their first kiss, but in this setting, on their wedding night, it was like a long-awaited dream that left her intoxicated.

The kiss landed.

Ning Rongrong panted softly as she lay in Qin Jian's arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her pretty face as red as if stained by cherries.

The two were pressed together, and a faint fragrance from her body drifted into Qin Jian's nose, making him unable to help but lower his head to sniff at her neck, wanting more.

Noticing her strangeness, Qin Jian raised his head and smiled lightly.

Ning Rongrong shyly lowered her head and tapped his chest: "Don't look at me..."

But Qin Jian still gazed at her, staring deeply, while saying to her with unprecedented tenderness and firmness: "Rongrong, in this life, I... will never fail you."

That year, he had rushed into her life without hesitation, changing her entire existence from that moment on, and he had secretly sworn that he would never let this girl down.

Afterwards, through heartbreak and breakups, she had lost her initial beauty and did not know how many tears she had shed for it.

In the middle of the night, tossing and turning in dreams, so much of her girlish sentiment had been failed and trampled upon just like that.

Yet, in the end, she did not give up, and ultimately returned to his side with a brand-new attitude, telling him that she would never let go.

Young and innocent, a promise made is for a lifetime.

For this girl who truly achieved mutual understanding, trust, and companionship, he was no longer willing to hurt her even a fraction!

Listening to Qin Jian's soft but resolute words, Ning Rongrong's face burned red, her heart beat even more violently, and her heart was filled with happiness.

The sensation of his kiss still lingered on her lips, and thinking of the tenderness with which he had just kissed her, she was completely infatuated.

"Brother Jian..."

She murmured, her gaze unfocused.

"Rongrong lives only for Brother Jian in this life, and will die only for Brother Jian..."

"For one life, for all eternity..."

She raised her head, her watery eyes engulfing Qin Jian.

"Never to leave... never to forsake."

Listening to her murmuring voice, Qin Jian's eyes flickered, and infinite warmth lingered in his heart.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's infatuated, happy smile, a thousand kinds of pity and ten thousand kinds of love surged into his heart at once; he raised his hand to gently stroke her face, and without a word, he kissed her red lips again.

No matter how flowery the language or how sweet the love words, they could not compare to her pure and sincere devotion.

Ning Rongrong seemed to melt into Qin Jian's embrace, reciprocating his kiss and smelling the scent on his body.

She soon lost all her strength, her whole body going limp in his arms.

Gradually, she began to forget where she was, forgot her identity, forgot her girlish shyness, and forgot everything else.

She only remembered that this was the fiery embrace she had dreamed of, and she did not want to leave it no matter what.

Unprecedented warmth and emotion flooded Ning Rongrong's soul, and at some point, her eyes became slightly moist, and tears of happiness fell quietly.

She hugged her man tightly, the person who would accompany her for the rest of her life.

One kiss, lasting forever.

Qin Jian's movements gradually slowed, and Ning Rongrong, who was almost suffocated by the kiss, panted lightly, remaining shy and silent, her dimples appearing faintly on her cheeks.

In this moment of immersion, she even forgot her instincts as a Title Douluo, as if she had truly become a soft and weak girl, falling into the tenderness of her beloved.

Qin Jian could not help but kiss her again.

Ning Rongrong let out an "Mmm," and quietly closed her eyes to kiss him back.

Tonight was their wedding night, the night she truly gave everything of herself to him.

She tightened her arms around his neck, using her own way to tell him that everything about her belonged to him.

Qin Jian gazed into her watery eyes, stopped his movements, and said softly: "Rongrong... I want you..."

Ning Rongrong blinked, her delicate body trembling slightly, and after hesitating for a long while, she bit her soft lower lip, tucked her head into his chest, and whispered: "Brother Jian..."

She slowly closed her eyes, waiting in nervousness, happiness, and anticipation for what was about to happen...

(End of this chapter)