Chapter 109

The man wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her to the bedside, his fingertips gently rubbing her reddened eye corners, his face gradually suffused with desire.

His kiss was inexperienced and slow, yet full of aggression.

Jiang Zhi slightly raised her head, still immersed in that kiss, her fox tail swaying emotively behind her, with a few tips slipping into his snow robe to wrap around his waist.

"Zhizhi." Fu Xue whispered, his long fingers sliding downward.

"No, not yet." Before he could go further, the girl beneath him suddenly pushed him away.

Black hair fell along her ears, her lush visage flushed with a rose-like hue, affected by her fox demon constitution she panted softly, her body limp on the bed.

Truly a top-tier cauldron of the Nine-Tailed Fox demon, once aroused her alluring fragrance is natural.

Fu Xue, clad in a pristine snow robe that was pure and supreme, smelled the sweet, cloying fragrance filling the air, barely able to suppress the mad desire welling up from his heart.

He stopped his motion and did not force her.

Jiang Zhi's lips opened and closed, she pressed down on her restless fox tail, speaking in an unsteady tone:

"Husband, ten years ago we only performed the wedding rites, we haven't held the ceremony yet." She gazed at him hopefully, "I want you to truly marry me."

Fu Xue gave a light laugh, kissed her forehead without a trace of desire, and said, "Good."

——I promise you a wedding ceremony that will draw the world's attention.

Over the next few days the entire Demon Realm fell into busyness.

The news of the Demon Lord's marriage spread quickly throughout the Three Realms, and his bride turned out to be the Monster Clan's greatest beauty, the Nine-Tailed Fox demon.

Within the Sword-Riding Sect.

A report delivered by the Altar Chief reached Huo Xiu Bai's ears; he looked at the red wedding invitation in his hand, displaying the Demon Clan's arrogance and extravagance.

On it appeared only two characters for the bride's name.

——Zhizhi.

Huo Xiu Bai's fingertips gripping the invitation whitened slightly, his gaze on those two jade-green eyes gradually deepening.

Gu Yan'er beside him saw this and hurried forward, asking, "Brother Huo, what's wrong?"

Shortly after, Huo Xiu Bai said lightly, "Nothing, you may leave."

Those two characters gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity; the more he pondered, the more his chest ached.

It inexplicably made him feel alien.

Why did such emotion arise?

Gu Yan'er stared fixedly at the invitation in his hand, her lips pressed tight.

Since that day he returned to the Sword-Riding Sect, it seemed he had gone back to the past, focusing solely on cultivation, indifferent to everything.

That fox demon seemed to have vanished from his memory.

This was good for her.

Why would that Nine-Tailed Fox demon marry the Demon Clan's Demon Lord? Having previously approached Huo Xiu Bai, could she have ulterior motives? -

Wedding day.

Hearing footsteps outside, Jiang Zhi couldn't wait to get out of bed, open the door, and throw herself into the man's arms.

Fu Xue steadied her body, smelled the strange fragrance emanating from her, and saw before him a expanse of sunset-like red.

A skirt made of sharkskin gauze set off the girl's complexion fairer than snow, her silky black hair falling to her waist, a pair of exquisite eyes hidden beneath the red gauze, faintly visible were her delicate lips coated with vivid-colored ointment.

She slightly raised her head, revealing a delicate jaw and cheeks tinged with light pink.

Through the hazy thin red veil, Fu Xue gazed into the girl's translucent crimson eyes, soul-captivating and enticing to the utmost.

"Husband~ I haven't seen you in a day, I miss you so much."

Her voice was soft and moving, as if countless hooks were drilling into the man's heart.

Fu Xue's ink-like eyes narrowed slightly, a deep hue flashing and vanishing, his expression calm and still, he placed his distinctively jointed fingers on her face and said:

"Do you miss me this much?"

Jiang Zhi's lips curved with a lovely smile, her fox tail involuntarily lifting his robe to wrap around his legs.

"It's time to lift my veil."

Fu Xue lifted her horizontally and came to the exquisitely carved jade bed, his extraordinarily handsome face overlaid with a faint shadow, a faint wine scent drifting from his person.

Lifting the veil covering her face, her hazy visage gradually became clear, her black hair setting off her stunning beauty.

He chuckled, looking at the fox tail wrapped around his waist, "Loosen up, Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi leaned into his embrace, her long black hair spilling over the bed's edge, a faint glow tracing her strands like a night‑sky galaxy.

"Call me wife."

Fu Xue indulgingly rubbed the fox tail at her waist, then responded as she called, "Mm, wife."

Jiang Zhi reached out to pinch his cheek, dissatisfied, asking, "Do you love me?"

The man wore a red robe unlike before, making his brows and eyes appear more demonic, yet he was utterly calm, showing no trace of being enamored by her.

Jiang Zhi unwilling to see his cold, austere face, retracted her fox tail, avoided his touch, and softly said, "Husband, if you don't love me, then don't touch me."

Fu Xue paused a moment, deep desire welling up from the depths of his dark pupils.

He chanted the Dao Law Secret, removing their clothes.

Not allowing her to dodge, he pressed her onto the scarlet bed, lightly pecking her pink lips, his fingertips gliding over her sensitive spots, his low, resonant voice elegant and sensual.

"I love you,"

Beneath his calm exterior lay a pathological possessive desire brimming with malice, devastatingly intense and chilling to the bone.

When feelings run deep.

Jiang Zhi felt a hint of pain in her earlobe, and as she lifted her gaze, she met the man's dark, dangerous eyes.

"Madam, ten years ago, how many of your words were true?"

Jiang Zhi regained a sliver of consciousness, her heart gave a sudden jolt.

It's over... she went too far with the lie; ten years ago they never had a bridal night.

So this flaw-ridden lie was finally discovered by the man.

Her eyes were like immersed in a pool of spring water, enticing one into hell; she tilted her head up, chasing his lips, and kissed him affectionately.

"My husband..."

Fu Xue let out a soft sigh, then seized her jaw and bestowed an intensely entangled kiss.

This bridal chamber proceeded day and night; the man was the Demon Lord, his energy endless, experiencing passion for the first time in ten thousand years, like a desert traveler seeing an oasis.

Jiang Zhi was also a nine-tailed fox demon, a top-grade cauldron; the more times, the more her spiritual power filled.

Only after her realm breakthrough did the man let her go.

She rapidly broke through from Spirit Transformation to Union Stage; cultivation speed was extremely fast, her inner monster core scorching hot.

She also faced the heavenly tribulation.

In the demonic realm's sky, black clouds pressed down, streaks of lightning like purple dragons flashed, ears heard booming thunder exploding, lightning unstoppable.

Jiang Zhi closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, forming a shield with spiritual energy.

When the black clouds dispersed, she was not struck by heavenly thunder.

As soon as Jiang Zhi opened her eyes, she met the man's calm, deep-pool-like pupils.

He rubbed her fox ears, hearing her sensitive soft gasp, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"It's over. Congratulations, Lady, on entering the Union Stage."

Those heavenly thunders were all blocked by him, so Jiang Zhi was able to pass the heavenly tribulation smoothly.

She looked worried, carefully examined his body, "Are you injured?"

Fu Xue embraced her waist, softly said: "Hmm, still needs dual cultivation with the Lady to heal."