Eternal Life by Dual Cultivation

Chapter 430 - 249: Zhao Wanyi: So... Is This What It Feels Like for a Pie to Fall from the Sky?

By the time the Celestial Splendor Longevity Pills were successfully refined, three days and nights had passed.

The batch yielded nine standard-grade Elixirs and one premium-grade one, all of which Zhao Wanyi carefully stored away.

"...Husband, shall we go rest now?"

Zhao Wanqing stepped forward to take Ling Changqing’s arm, her voice a soft whisper as her beautiful, jade-like face blushed crimson.

Night was falling outside, and the head Maid had already reported that the bridal chamber was prepared.

"Alright."

Ling Changqing didn’t feign reluctance and simply nodded in agreement.

As this was not a public union for the family, Shangguan Qingying had not planned a grand affair, merely informing a few of her trusted Elders and sharing a simple celebratory meal with them.

The Elders had even voiced some complaints, feeling this was unfair to the Zhao sisters, but they dropped the matter after Shangguan Qingying persuaded them otherwise.

It wasn’t that they looked down on Ling Changqing. The young man had only been here a short while, but his immense contributions to the Zhao Family were plain to see; he was more than worthy of the Zhao sisters.

They simply hoped Ling Changqing would stay with the Zhao Family. That way, within a few years, the Zhao Family could not only return to its Peak, but they might even destroy their nemesis, the Qin Family.

Shangguan Qingying naturally understood the Elders’ thinking. For now, she could only advise them to be patient, as no one could say for sure what the future held.

After the meal, Ling Changqing was guided back to the bridal chamber by the Maids. The entire courtyard had been exquisitely decorated with lanterns and colorful ornaments.

Inside the boudoir, red candles burned brightly and embroidered curtains hung low. The two sisters, dressed in elaborate, magnificent red wedding robes, sat upright on the edge of the wide Beautiful Jade Embroidery Bed, their stunning faces a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

"All of you, leave us."

Ling Changqing didn’t immediately go to speak with the sisters. Instead, he addressed the Maids waiting nearby.

After bowing, the Maids and attendants filed out, and the door closed behind them.

Ling Changqing inspected the room, then personally laid down several layers of Array Restrictions. He also had Gong Ling secretly monitor the surroundings to ensure everything was foolproof.

"Husband, what are you doing...?"

Zhao Wanyi asked with a surprised expression. ’It’s our wedding night, surely there’s no need to be so paranoid? It’s not like anyone is eavesdropping outside.’

Ling Changqing took a soft breath and said gently, "Since I am to become your Dao Companion, there are some things I can no longer hide from you."

"What things?"

Zhao Wanqing asked, looking slightly nervous.

"My true identity, of course!"

As Ling Changqing spoke, a ripple of light and shadow passed over his face. His flawless disguise vanished, revealing the image of a handsome youth in purple robes, with eyes like polished lacquer and a posture as graceful as a dragon or phoenix.

Zhao Wanqing was taken aback, her lovely face flushing an even deeper red. "I never expected... Husband, your true face is... so handsome," she whispered. "You hid it quite well."

Ling Changqing’s disguised face and bearing were also in the highest tier, but they still weren’t as striking as his true appearance.

"It’s not just my appearance. My real name is Ling Changqing, not Ling Changxing!"

At these words, Zhao Wanqing didn’t think much of it.

But Zhao Wanyi reacted instantly. Her expression changed dramatically as she subconsciously shot to her feet, crying out in a choked voice:

"Ling Changqing? You... How could you... You can’t be..."

"That’s right. I am that legendary Child of Destiny!"

Ling Changqing’s expression was serene. Behind him, a resplendent golden light and purple qi blazed, coalescing above his head into a vast, jeweled canopy.

Upon this canopy of Destiny, wondrous visions appeared one after another: golden lanterns and purple lotuses, the sun, moon, and stars, the magnificent spectacle of a Celestial Palace, and the cycle of reincarnation.

The two sisters were left dumbfounded, and it took them a long moment to come to their senses.

"So, does this mean... we’ve actually become the Dao Companions of you, the Child of Destiny?"

Zhao Wanyi said, her soft, melodious voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, that’s right. You are my Dao Companions, and you always will be!"

Ling Changqing nodded, his expression gentle.

"..."

The sisters exchanged a look, both feeling a dizzying thrill that left them feeling as if they were floating.

’So... is this what it feels like to have a blessing fall right into your lap? It’s really...’

"Ouch!"

Zhao Wanqing cried out in pain. It turned out Zhao Wanyi had pinched her hard.

"Sister, why did you pinch me? Can’t you pinch yourself?"

Zhao Wanqing retorted, annoyed, and pinched her sister right back.

"I just wanted to make sure we weren’t dreaming!"

Zhao Wanyi smiled sheepishly, then rose and wrapped her arms around Ling Changqing’s neck, her breath sweet as an orchid.

"From now on, my sister and I belong to you, Husband. You must not abandon us!"

"My dear, you can rest assured. As long as you two don’t leave me, I will certainly never abandon you."

Ling Changqing held her close, gave her a kiss, and spoke softly.

...

「Wentian Mountain Range, the main sect grounds of Lu Hua Palace」

Dressed in a magnificent, wide-sleeved, embroidered bright-red palace gown, her hair adorned with pearls and jade, the dignified and stately Qin Mengxuan held a translucent, crystal-like Lotus Feather Duster. Her lustrous eyes were narrowed slightly as she silently scrutinized the four beauties standing before her.

These four Female Cultivators were her Direct Disciples, the Saintesses of the Sect, and all of them currently possessed the Cultivation of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

They were all dressed in snow-white Magical Robes, their features peerlessly beautiful. From their auras to their figures, their beauty was flawless.

"...Master, you summoned the four of us. What instructions do you have?"

The woman in the lead—a poised and graceful beauty with a voluptuous figure and a radiant face—stepped forward, bowed, and asked respectfully.

She was Qin Mengxuan’s first and eldest Direct Disciple, named Su Linxin.

Qin Mengxuan’s beautiful face was serene. With a light wave of her Duster, she said slowly:

"I’ve summoned you for a particular reason. I, your master, have chosen a fine husband for you. Soon, you will all go and serve him."

"???"

The four beauties stared at one another, momentarily stunned. They couldn’t immediately process what their Master, the Sect Leader, had just said.

After a moment of thought, Su Linxin gathered her courage and asked, "Master, forgive this disciple’s foolishness, but have you arranged a husband for each of us, or... do you intend for the four of us to share one husband?"

As Direct Disciples of the Elder Sect Leader and Saintesses of the Sect, the next Grand Palace Master would likely be chosen from among them. Even those who weren’t selected would become part of the Sect’s core leadership.

With such prestigious identities, logically, there should be no man worthy of having all four of them marry him.

"Of course it’s the four of you sharing one husband!"

Qin Mengxuan huffed. "And it won’t just be you. Later on, if those other girls pass the Sect’s internal screening and assessment, they will join in as well."

"Then... may I be so bold as to ask, Master, who exactly is this future husband we are to serve?"

A stunningly beautiful girl, whose features were pure and bright and whose bearing was as graceful as an immortal, spoke up.

"The Child of Destiny, of course—Ling Changqing!"

With that one sentence, Qin Mengxuan made the faces of all four beauties change drastically.

"Master, are you serious? Our future husband... is he really that legendary Child of Destiny?"

Su Linxin pressed on nervously, her pleasant voice trembling slightly.

"Of course. Why would I, your master, deceive you?"

Qin Mengxuan smiled. "Don’t ask about the specific reasons. In short, whether or not you can seize this once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity will depend on your own performance!"

"Rest assured, Master. We disciples will not fail our mission!"

The four beauties said in unison.

Not a single one of them objected to Qin Mengxuan’s arrangement. In fact, this kind of arrangement was precisely what they had dreamed of.

"Master, when can we meet our husband?"

Another woman spoke, her gaze sharp and her beauty cold and bewitching. She carried a jade-colored Sword Box on her back, and her stunningly fiery figure was on full display. She was also the tallest of the four women.

"Do not be hasty. This matter must wait a while longer. From this day forward, you are all forbidden to go out without permission. You will remain in my Cave Mansion Hall for Cultivation in Seclusion. When the time is right, I will personally take you to see him."

Qin Mengxuan instructed with a solemn expression.

Success is born of secrecy; failure, from a wagging tongue.

From Qin Mengxuan’s perspective, her top priority was to ensure Ling Changqing’s safety. Therefore, she wouldn’t dare take any risks without complete certainty.

Of course, her four Direct Disciples had already passed the Sect’s most stringent internal reviews, so their loyalty was beyond question and they could be trusted.

...

「Morning in the Zhao Family territory. The sun was rising, filling the sky with rosy light.」

Inside the boudoir, on the jade candlesticks, the dragon-and-phoenix filigree candles—each as thick as a child’s arm—had quietly burned down to their wicks.

A woman’s fiery red wedding dress was scattered across the thick carpet, along with a transparent bodice, an underskirt, a Waistband, embroidered slippers, and other items.

Deep within the embroidered curtains, on the wide Beautiful Jade Embroidery Bed, three figures slept in a tight embrace, their faint, sweet scent filling the air.

After a long while, Ling Changqing slowly opened his eyes. On his left and right, two enchanting, exquisitely soft and fragrant bodies were pressed against him, their flawless, jade-like faces holding serene smiles.

"...Husband, are you awake?"

As if sensing his stare, Zhao Wanyi woke up first. Her beautiful eyes, shimmering like gentle waves, met his gaze. Her gorgeous face was flushed as red as a large peony, making her exceptionally alluring.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Ling Changqing asked with a smile, his hand gently caressing her smooth, firm, slender waist.

"..."

Her face bright red, Zhao Wanyi buried her head in Ling Changqing’s chest and said nothing.

Although it was the sisters’ first time engaging in Dual Cultivation, after a brief period of shyness and awkwardness, both women had gradually let themselves go.

Once they adapted, they not only turned the tables and took the lead, but they even inverted the natural order of things, trying many indescribable and intimate games with their clothing.

Later, they even buried their heads under the brocade quilt, blindfolded Ling Changqing, and made him guess which of them was the elder sister and which was the younger.

To be honest, Ling Changqing hadn’t initially noticed any differences in the physical details between the twin sisters.

It was only after he had them both completely naked side-by-side, allowing him to repeatedly admire and compare them, that Ling Changqing finally noticed a few subtle differences, giving him a great sense of accomplishment.

"Let’s get up in a bit. We still have to see the Patriarch."

As he spoke, Ling Changqing used his Secret Technique Divine Techniques to observe them and saw that both sisters’ Destiny had increased significantly. This was clearly his doing.

The Zhao sisters were already well aware of this. As long as they continued their Cultivation with Ling Changqing, never mind becoming Nascent Soul True Monarchs—even reaching the Divinity Transformation Peak, or higher Realms, was no longer an impossible dream.