Chapter 479: Sometimes Wearing Clothes Feels Even More Intense
“Public knowledge,”
Hua Jianglian pulled out a prepared speech and began reading in a leadership tone: “Young Master Sang, as an outstanding employee of the Demon Cultivators’ Punishment Department, has worked tirelessly and diligently in the Demon Cultivators for years, his achievements widely recognized in the cultivation world.”
“Now, Young Master Sang is a well-known male god, an internet celebrity, and a powerful cultivator in the Mahayana realm. His skills are evident, his character highly praised beyond just romantic ties. He’s the representative and role model for young cultivators in the current scene, and is widely viewed as the top figure in the cultivation world after the Holy Kingdom’s national teacher.”
“Given these reasons, the four major sacred grounds unanimously decided to appoint Young Master Sang as the leader of the Tai Xu Alliance, entrusting him with the heavy responsibility of collecting the Underworld Immortal Treasures, saving mankind, and negotiating with gods and demons.”
“Let’s welcome him with applause!”
With that, she beamed and handed the Dragon List to Young Master Sang.
Sang Zhe was taken aback, holding the Dragon List in shock. Just as he was about to speak, “Wait, wasn’t it supposed to be Sister Gu—”
But he turned his head to see the smiling faces of the clapping crowd.
Gu Yingmian. Hua Jianglian. Long Xiao. Qin Xiuyuan.
Behind the smiles of the four, there was a clear phrase written in bold:
…A thankless job, talent.
Someone had to take on the role of the unlucky scapegoat, so…
You must be the famed Young Master Sang, right?
In that moment, realizing he had been tricked, Sang Zhe’s face became a delightful spectacle.
After a brief silence, scattered applause broke out and then spread throughout the venue, filling the air with fervent cheer.
“Good!”
“The Lord of the Mortal Realm, Male God Sang!”
Seeing the crowd celebrating earnestly yet with suspicious intent, Sang Zhe couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
“It seems our comrade Sang is too excited to articulate,”
Hua Jianglian cheerfully patted his shoulder. “Not only that, as your wedding gift, I have another message for you.”
“Starting today, I will officially resign from the position of Sect Leader of the Demon Cult, handing it over to Punishment Department Head Sang Zhe, who will take full responsibility for all matters pertaining to the Demon Cult.”
“Good!”
The crowd cheered even louder: “From now on, no more calling him Dept. Head Sang, it’s Sect Leader Sang now!”
“Sect Leader Sang!”
For some reason,
Sang Zhe reflected on how he had oddly risen from a minor staff member in the Demon Cult to the position of Sect Leader.
Surprisingly, he felt no joy at all. Instead, there was a bittersweet mix of emotions.
He remembered how initially he had been upset when Yan Rouwan snatched away the Dept. Head position.
Was it him who changed, or had the times changed?
“From now on, work hard, I believe in you!” Hua Jianglian gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.
Her beautiful eyes glimmered with a mix of relief and a hint of schadenfreude after her resignation.
Sang Zhe could only nod, wanting to cry yet having no tears.
“Everyone, I know there are still many questions regarding the Underworld Immortal Treasures and the foreign gods and demons,”
Long Xiao announced in a loud voice, “But no worries, the Tai Xu Alliance is willing to share all relevant information unconditionally with every comrade. We welcome all of you to consult and join us.”
“Now, those interested in inquiring about joining, please feel free to start.”
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The next matters were for Long Xiao and Sister Gu to handle.
As the protagonist of today’s event, the groom had more important things to do.
Pushing open the door to the wedding room, he saw the place adorned with celebratory candles. The fragrant incense wafted behind the bright red drapes, revealing a charming silhouette.
Upon entering, Sang Zhe felt like he had switched to a different world, away from the noisy buzz outside.
The room was quiet and intimate, with the flickering candlelight and flowing red drapery making Sang Zhe’s heart inexplicably anxious.
…It felt just like the first time he had been intimate with Little Ying.
He still remembered how clumsy and nervous he had been, facing Little Ying with eager anticipation, unsure where to place his hands.
Though they were practically an old married couple now, just stepping up to the wedding bed and seeing the red-draped bride sitting by it, made his hand tremble.
As his hand inched toward the veil, Zhang Xiaoying’s soft hand instinctively grasped his trembling fingers.
“…Little Ying?”
Little Ying stayed silent, slowly lifting her veil to reveal her face—pale yet rosy, lips as fiery as flames, long eyebrows, eyes that seemed to conceal a galaxy.
She gazed deeply at him, her face radiating a trace of soft affection.
Even as a married couple for so long, Sang Zhe still recognized this was her most beautiful moment.
“Why is my husband so nervous?”
Zhang Xiaoying appeared calm, playfully teasing, “We’ve been in love for so long, and yet you’re acting like a rookie?”
“Ahem. Regardless of being an old married couple, lifting the veil is still a first for me, so I’m a bit nervous.”
Sang Zhe coughed, but the tension eased slightly with his playful retort.
“Why?”
“Because… lifting the veil has a special ritualistic significance.”
Little Ying’s lips curved into a soft smile, her charming grin shining like flowers:
“Well then, husband, do I look good today?”
Sang Zhe gulped.
He didn’t know what kind of perfume Long Huan had put on Little Ying, but sitting next to her, he could faintly smell an alluring scent—subtle yet suggestive, teasing but not overly provocative.
Instinctively, he pulled Little Ying into his embrace and passionately kissed her cherry lips.
Zhang Xiaoying let out a low whimper, playfully hitting his shoulder as if to protest.
Yet before long, she melted into his embrace, letting him take his fill.
After an unknown amount of time, feeling unsatisfied, Sang Zhe licked his lips, eyes a bit misty: “What a pity, this grand night, but because of that little one in your belly, we have to waste this spring night.”
“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I’ll remember to give them a beating for this. I’ll need an excuse to vent my frustrations later.”
“Why make things hard for the child?”
Zhang Xiaoying rolled her eyes at him, but the shyness in her gaze remained, and she leaned in closer to whisper in his ear:
“Actually… it’s already been three months.”
“In these days, we’ve detected a steady heartbeat.”
Sang Zhe’s eyes lit up: “So that means—”
“As long as you can restrain yourself…” Zhang Xiaoying’s voice grew quieter, her head drooping slightly.
Finally unable to resist, Sang Zhe wrapped his arms around Zhang Xiaoying clad in the bright red wedding gown, passionately kissing while his hands began to wander restlessly.
“Umm… husband, wait… at least let’s keep the wedding dress…” Zhang Xiaoying mumbled in a half-hearted protest.
But Sang Zhe whispered in her ear:
“Guess what.”
“What about a man’s perspective on a woman’s clothing makes them feel the most?”
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