One person established a clan

Chapter 216 The Naïve and Virtuous Wife
Su Cheng silently gripped the dragon scale in his hand, a realization dawning on him.

The 'White Ancestor' mentioned by my mother may indeed have a deep connection with the ancient dragon race.

"Although Bai Zu was aloof and proud, he had a particular fondness for drinking all kinds of spirit wines."

The old woman chuckled softly, holding her cup, a kind smile playing on her lips: "If you could bring a few cups of fine wine with you, she might be able to teach you some profound martial arts techniques."

Su Cheng stored the dragon scales in his spatial storage: "This junior will certainly prepare more."

After a moment's hesitation, he asked again, "Does Senior know where Miss Jing is now?"

"This"

The old woman's smile suddenly turned subtle. "You greedy child, you've been up all night with Luo'er, and now you're already thinking about Jing'er?"

Su Cheng said, embarrassed, "It's a misunderstanding, I was just a little curious."

"Young people are full of energy."

The old woman shook her head and chuckled, "It's a pity that I don't know where she is either. That girl's whereabouts are unpredictable; I don't know where she's been all these years."

Just then, a female cultivator's voice came from outside the courtyard: "Master, all the disciples are waiting in the Xuanshu Hall, waiting for you to teach today's lessons."

"I'll go now." The old woman put down her teacup and smiled slightly at Su Cheng.
"Would you like to accompany me to visit various parts of the sect, so I can see how Luo'er cultivates on a daily basis?"

Inside the ancient temple at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of reclusive monks sat quietly together.

Upon seeing Su Cheng appear with the sect leader, whispers immediately arose in the hall, and countless inquisitive gazes secretly peered over.

Clearly, the news of the 'Young Master's New Marriage' had already spread throughout the entire Wenyou Mountain.

"It's quite lively." Su Cheng calmly looked around. "It seems there are several hundred people?"

"Our sect is divided into two pavilions: the Hidden Spirit Pavilion and the Netherworld Pavilion." The old woman explained gently, "The Hidden Spirit Pavilion consists of 327 young disciples who have not yet reached the Danxuan Realm. The remaining disciples are the Netherworld Pavilion disciples, who can be considered true disciples, totaling 59."

To avoid worldly troubles, disciples, except for elders, are not allowed to leave the mountain without permission.

"What about Xiao Fu?"

“This girl is a flawless gem bestowed upon our sect by heaven, and is naturally different from ordinary disciples.”

The old woman's eyes held a hint of mockery: "I made an exception and allowed her to travel down the mountain this time, but I never expected that you would steal her heart."

Su Cheng chuckled: "It seems I should thank you for your kindness, senior."

"You certainly have a silver tongue."

"Master," a female elder whispered, "the disciples are all waiting."

The old woman coughed lightly. "Talking to this child almost made me forget my business."

She slowly ascended to the main seat, and with a gentle sway of her wide sleeves, began to explain the essential techniques of the profound martial arts to the disciples present.

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Su Cheng leaned against a pillar and suddenly felt that the scene was strangely familiar.

The scene resembled a school.
His gaze swept over the assembled cultivators in the hall, and he suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Why are they all female cultivators?"

The elder beside him chuckled, covering his mouth: "That's natural. Our sect's techniques are extremely yin and cold; how could a man possibly cultivate them?"

"Regarding the marriage..."

"There is a Xuanyou City fifty miles away. If you wish to settle down and start a family, you may move there."

The elder smiled and explained, "After a thousand years of development, it has long become the territory of the outer sect clans. Every two or three years, children are sent here to cultivate and practice."

Su Cheng nodded knowingly: "That's a very thoughtful arrangement."

As the sun's shadows shifted, Wenyou Mountain remained immersed in the tranquility woven from the mist.

Su Cheng followed the others through the Nine Peaks, and only returned to the Bamboo Garden along the mossy stone path at noon.

He quietly stepped into the bridal chamber, lifted the red gauze curtain, and saw only two beautiful figures on the bed.

Xuan'er has returned to Yuzan to rest, while Xiao Fu...
"Uncle?"

The alluring beauty languidly sat up, the brocade quilt slipping down to reveal her smooth, fair skin. Her snowy skin rippled with each breath, her sleepy eyes still misty with tears.

Where have you been?

"I accompanied your master on a tour of the Nine Peaks of Wenyou, and we even visited the cave where you usually cultivate in seclusion."

Su Cheng gently stroked her cascading black hair: "Still haven't had enough sleep?"

Flora's eyes cleared as she met his burning gaze, and she immediately squeezed her legs together, her cheeks flushing.

"Uncle won't want it again."

"What are you thinking about?" Su Cheng chuckled, gently pinching her charming cheek. "I've been away for a long time, so naturally I have to come back and keep my wife company."

Flora lowered her eyes in a daze, a sweet smile involuntarily curving her lips.

"Now we are a real husband and wife." This sudden marriage still feels like a dream to her.

But as he watched Su Cheng carefully tidy his undergarments, a warm feeling of belonging gradually welled up in his heart.

"Ah," she suddenly asked in a low voice, "my cave shouldn't be too messy, right?"

Su Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's quite clean."

As they were talking, he suddenly raised an eyebrow: "This undergarment seems to be the wrong size?"

The red silk fabric was stretched into two large, round lumps, almost bursting open, overflowing from both sides.

Flora's ears turned red, and she said shyly, "The wedding was arranged in a hurry, and the elders didn't have time to prepare a size like this."

"No wonder." Su Cheng suddenly realized. No wonder the wedding dress last night was so tight and form-fitting, with even a few thin rips on the bodice.

He flipped his hand and took out the magical robe he had refined the night before: "I've prepared some undergarments for you, try them on."

"Um"

After dressing properly, Flora blushed and gently touched her collar, carefully examining herself in the bronze mirror.

A dark blue gauze dress perfectly accentuated her figure, with a smoky gauze waist and arms, exuding an air of elegance and grace.

Unlike her youthful innocence, her body was already ripe and mature, and even dignified robes could not conceal her graceful curves.

"It fits perfectly," she said softly, blushing, and silently put her outer robe back on.

Su Cheng nodded in satisfaction. After he personally and carefully weighed and measured it, the size and shape were naturally perfect.

In the blink of an eye, she took out a black veil and put it on again.

"You still have to wear this after you get married?"

“I’ve worn it for so many years, I’ve gotten used to it.” Flo’s soft laughter came from under the veil. “Besides, I’m only used to letting my uncle see my face.”

Su Cheng smiled knowingly and gently lifted the veil. "Like this?"

Flora's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she shyly looked away.

"Don't tease me."

She sat back down on the edge of the bed, her steps unsteady, her eyes darting around: "When does Uncle plan to set off for the Star Origin?"

Su Cheng was taken aback: "You already knew?"

"My master just spoke to me telepathically."

Flora stroked her hair and smiled: "I was just half asleep and got a good scolding from Master."

"So, you're also willing to stay in Wenyou Mountain."

"I already know how formidable my uncle is."

Flora quietly took his hand and whispered, "Although I am not as good as my uncle, I do not want to be a burden. Only by focusing on cultivation can I avenge my grandmother."

A warm feeling welled up in Su Cheng's heart, and he leaned down to place a kiss between her brows.

"Have a heart."

"It's just a wife's duty." Flora said shyly, but took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist, snuggling against him affectionately.

"Besides, even if we are thousands of miles apart, I have ways to meet with my uncle."

"You mean"

"The underworld is now within my body."

She raised her charming face and said softly, "If Uncle misses me, he can use his divine sense to meet me in the underworld."

Su Cheng chuckled in realization: "I almost forgot about that."

Some time ago, Xiao Fu refined the Underworld into her natal spiritual treasure and incorporated it into her soul.

The two are connected by their soul seals, and the underworld becomes a bridge between the real and the virtual, allowing them to meet even when they are thousands of miles apart.

"So Uncle can rest assured. Hmm?"

She suddenly noticed something amiss.

Su Cheng hurriedly took out the spirit stone from his pocket and realized that it was Feng Sha, who was far away in Dongchen Kingdom, transmitting the message. He was stunned.

Looking down at the beauty in his arms, he saw Flora smiling sweetly.

"Uncle, why don't you have a chat with that Miss Feng?"

Her eyes held no smile, but instead gleamed with a faint purple light: "I was just thinking of talking to her too."

(End of this chapter)