The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

The wedding took place on the eighth day of the lunar new year.

The Qingyun Sect was brightly decorated, with a red carpet stretching from the mountain gate to the Qingyun Hall. Many guests from various sects came to offer their congratulations, including those from the Blazing Fire Sect, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the leaders of several smaller sects, filling the large crowd.

Shen Yifei, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, stood outside the Qingyun Palace, being pulled aside by Zhao Qingshan to identify people.

"This is Elder Wang of the Blazing Fire Sect, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator."

"Greetings, Elder Wang."

"This is Chairman Meng of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"Hello, Chairman Meng."

His smile almost froze, and he cursed Xie Lechen in his heart for making such a big show of his daughter's wedding, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know that his daughter was getting married.

When Luo Qinghe came out of the back hall, the entire Qingyun Palace fell silent for a moment.

She wore a bright red wedding dress, a phoenix crown on her head, and a red veil covering her face, obscuring her expression. But her figure alone was enough to captivate anyone's attention; the hem of her wedding dress trailed on the ground, supported by two maids behind her.

As Shen Yifei watched her walk towards him step by step, he couldn't quite describe his feelings.

This woman was the most beautiful and capable of all the women he had ever slept with. A half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, twenty-eight years old—she would be considered a prodigy anywhere.

Luo Qinghe walked up to him and stopped. Her voice came from beneath the red veil: "Let's go."

Shen Yifei reached out and took her hand; her fingers were cold but soft.

The two walked into the Qingyun Palace side by side. Xie Liaochen sat in the main seat with a smile on his face.

Bow to heaven and earth, bow to parents, and husband and wife bow to each other.

After going through the whole process, Shen Yifei was forced to drink quite a bit of alcohol. Elder Wang of the Blazing Fire Sect had an amazing capacity for alcohol, and he challenged Shen Yifei to a drinking contest with him, drinking until Shen Yifei's tongue was swollen.

"Junior Brother Shen, you're so lucky to have married our Qinghe Saintess." Elder Wang patted his shoulder, his breath reeking of alcohol. "If you don't treat her well, I'll be the first to object."

"Elder Wang, rest assured, I will definitely treat her well." Shen Yifei forced a smile and took another swig of wine.

By the time the banquet ended, it was completely dark. Shen Yifei was helped by Zhao Qingshan to walk towards the back mountain, stumbling and falling several times, almost falling into the ditch by the roadside.

"Junior Brother Shen, are you alright?" Zhao Qingshan helped him up.

"No...it's nothing, what could possibly be wrong with me?" Shen Yifei hiccuped. "I'm happy, happy, don't you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Zhao Qingshan saw him to the courtyard gate, then let go of his hand. "Then I won't go in. You should get some rest."

Shen Yifei pushed open the courtyard gate and staggered inside. The courtyard was brightly decorated with lanterns, a row of red lanterns illuminating the entire space. The door to the main room was open, and Luo Qinghe sat on the edge of the bed, her red veil still on.

He went inside, closed the door, and stood against the door for a while to cool off from the alcohol.

"You've had too much to drink." Luo Qinghe's voice came from under the veil, still so cold.

"Not much." Shen Yifei walked over, stopped in front of her, and reached out to lift the veil.

The face beneath the veil was still as handsome as ever, but her expression was as cold as an icebox. She glanced at him, stood up, and walked to the door.

"You sleep here, I'll sleep next door."

The door closed behind him, leaving Shen Yifei alone in the room. The wedding bed was covered with a bright red quilt, sprinkled with peanuts, longans, lotus seeds, and red dates, symbolizing the wish for many children.

Shen Yifei looked at the large bed and felt incredibly frustrated.

"Little one, do you want to dream again tonight?"

"What are you planning to do now?"

"Tonight I'll give you a different kind of dream." Liu Mengli leaned down, her lips close to his ear, her breath hot on his earlobe, "to let you be a real man for once."

"When have I ever stopped being a real man?"

Liu Mengli tapped his chest with her finger. "Tonight I'll let you be the master. Do whatever you want, however you want."

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat.

Whom do you plan to let enter your dream?

Liu Mengli smiled, didn't answer, and tapped his brow with her finger.

Shen Yifei's vision blurred, and the scenery around him changed.

It was the same bridal chamber, the same wedding bed, the red candles still burning, the crimson curtains still fluttering. But there was another person in the bed.

Luoqing River.

She was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, her red veil still up.

Shen Yifei was stunned for a moment, then looked down at himself. He was wearing a bright red wedding robe with a red flower pinned to his chest, exactly the same as when he was having the wedding ceremony during the day.

"You brought her in?" he asked in a low voice.

"I didn't just bring her in, I created her." Liu Mengli's voice came from all directions, ethereal and indistinct. "This is my dream, and it's your dream too. In this dream, you can make her do whatever you want, say whatever you want. She's yours, you can do whatever you want with her."

Shen Yifei swallowed.

In the dream, Luo Qinghe sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her face hidden by a red veil, making her expression unreadable.

He walked over and reached out to lift the veil.

The face beneath the veil was exactly the same as in real life, as cold as an icebox. But those eyes weren't cold and aloof; instead, they were watery, carrying an inexplicable allure.

"Husband," she said, her voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the cold, aloof saintess she was during the day.

Shen Yifei shuddered.

"What did you call me?"

"My lord." Luo Qinghe stood up and reached out to help him untie the sash of his wedding robe. "Today is our wedding night. I will help you undress."

Shen Yifei cursed Liu Mengli in his heart; the dream created by this female demon was too realistic. The Luo Qinghe in front of him even had the same breathing rhythm as a real person.

"You..." He had just opened his mouth when Luo Qinghe pressed his finger to his lips.

"Husband, don't speak." Luo Qinghe raised her head, her watery eyes fixed on him. "Tonight you are mine, and I am yours. You can do whatever you want."

Shen Yifei took a deep breath.

"Liu Mengli, what on earth are you doing?"

"What the heck? I'm helping you fulfill your dream." Liu Mengli's voice was laced with laughter. "Weren't you frustrated by Luo Qinghe's cold face during the day? Tonight, I'll give you your fill. This Luo Qinghe is even better at catering to people than the real thing. You'll see once you try."

Before Shen Yifei could speak, Luo Qinghe had already untied his wedding robe, which slid to the ground, revealing the white undergarment underneath.

Shen Yifei felt a mix of emotions.

This Luo Qinghe is a completely different person from the real Luo Qinghe. The real Luo Qinghe is as cold as ice. You never speak more than three sentences to him. Even when you are cultivating together, he acts like it's all business. He leaves as soon as he's done, without even giving you a second glance.

But what about this one? Calling me "husband" and helping me undress, her gentleness is enough to melt anyone's heart.

"Liu Mengli, haven't you gone too far with her?"

"What's so outrageous? Isn't this what you men like? You don't dare touch that cold, aloof saintess during the day, but you don't dare touch this gentle, considerate one at night? Are you even a man?"

Enraged, Shen Yifei reached out and pulled Luo Qinghe into his arms.

Luo Qinghe let out a soft "Ah," her body going limp in his arms, burying her face in his chest: "Husband..."

The string in Shen Yifei's heart snapped completely.

He vented all his grievances against Luo Qinghe in reality in this dream.

In the dream, Luo Qinghe was completely obedient and would do whatever she wanted.

Suddenly, a faint woman's cry came from somewhere.

Liu Mengli cried out in alarm, "Oh no, that's Luo Qinghe's voice!"