Chapter 125:The Aloof Immortal and the Wealthy Prince 14

In the mortal realm, Jincheng, at the Prince Jing’s residence.

The midday sun was bright and dazzling, and the two inside were lounging on a soft couch to escape the heat.

Jin Muhan was mainly holding onto Zhongli Mingji, whose body was naturally cool, refusing to let go. He shamelessly kept kissing and embracing the immortal, his brazen behavior quite embarrassing.

Zhongli Mingji felt a bit uncomfortable and gently pushed the handsome man who was burying his face in his neck, kissing him. “Muhan, stop… don’t kiss anymore…”

Jin Muhan slightly raised his head, nestling against the shoulder of the immortal, who was like an icy snow lotus.

“Mingji, I’ve already spoken to my father about you. He told me to go with you without worry.”

His father, upon learning that Zhongli Mingji was the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord, couldn’t wait to marry him off, eagerly hoping that the royal family could latch onto the coattails of the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord.

The old emperor was nearly beside himself with joy.

This was one of the only five revered Immortal Lords in the immortal realm! And not just any Immortal Lord, but a stunningly beautiful one who could even help his son ascend to immortality!

For his son to become the companion of the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord was like a pie falling from the sky.

The crown prince shared the same sentiment.

—Hold tight to the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord’s coattails, and let their royal family produce an immortal as well.

Zhongli Mingji gently stroked Jin Muhan’s head, his ethereally beautiful and aloof face softening with tenderness. “Then come with me. I’ll take good care of you.”

“After you ascend, we’ll return to the Eastern Polar Continent and hold a grand wedding ceremony witnessed by immortals, inviting all to celebrate our union.”

Jin Muhan looked up curiously and asked, “Why not hold the wedding at Lingxiao Sect?”

Zhongli Mingji explained softly, “Although I serve as the Grand Elder of Lingxiao Sect, my family is the Zhongli Clan of the Eastern Polar Continent.”

He extended a finger, gently pressing it to the corner of Jin Muhan’s eye, gazing at him with a gentle expression.

“Your earlier guess, though somewhat far-fetched, was correct. I am indeed from a prominent family, and I am destined to take over the Zhongli Clan in the future.”

Jin Muhan blinked. “So, you really are the young master of a prestigious clan.”

“My judgment wasn’t wrong after all.”

He pounced on Zhongli Mingji, his hands pressing against the shoulders of the immortal, whose beauty rivaled jade.

“Mingji, from now on, I’m yours. You have to protect me, okay~”

Zhongli Mingji smiled faintly. “Of course. You can continue living as the wealthy young master, and I’ll shield you from the storms outside.”

Jin Muhan released Zhongli Mingji’s shoulders, grabbing his wrist and planting a kiss on the beauty’s lips.

“I love you.”

He held Zhongli Mingji’s wrists to the sides, indulging in a passionate kiss on the beauty’s crimson lips.

“…So, so much.”

Though his grip wasn’t forceful, it still left red marks on the fair wrists, like plum blossoms in the snow, each mark strikingly beautiful.

“I know. My heart belongs to you as well.”

Zhongli Mingji gently indulged him, though he could have resisted, he chose to let down all his defenses.

The Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord, who had regained his Jade Balance Realm cultivation, was even careful not to use too much strength, fearing he might hurt his mortal lover. Thus, he rarely employed his immortal powers.

The immortal was as gentle as melting ice, utterly indulgent toward his mortal companion.

“It’s fortunate that I was the one who found you lying by the roadside,” Jin Muhan remarked with emotion.

It was indeed fortunate that he had saved Zhongli Mingji back then, or else he would have missed out on such a wonderful partner.

Hearing this, a smile touched the corners of Zhongli Mingji’s eyes. “I’m not just anyone’s match.”

“Only you could capture my heart.”

Jin Muhan held Zhongli Mingji’s wrists, gazing infatuatedly at the gentle figure before him. All the unease he had felt earlier was soothed.

His beloved was within arm’s reach, never once considering abandoning him.

The scenario he had feared—that his beloved would regain all memories and leave him to return home—never came to pass. This revered Immortal Lord had never thought of breaking their bond.

At this moment, he remained convinced that Zhongli Mingji had indeed lost his memory earlier and that the sudden return of his memories was due to the appearance of the Demon Lord.

In truth, Zhongli Mingji had considered explaining, wanting to say that he had been unable to speak earlier and that no one would have believed his true identity.

But every time he brought it up, Jin Muhan would change the subject. It seemed he could never keep up with Jin Muhan’s train of thought, and his attempts to explain were always left unfinished.

Gradually, he stopped trying to explain, simply pretending that he had lost his memory during those three months.

Zhongli Mingji was about to comfort Jin Muhan further when he sensed the arrival of many immortals outside the protective barrier of the Prince Jing’s residence. Their auras were familiar.

“They… have finally come.”

He freed his hand from Jin Muhan’s grasp, glancing at the disheveled wealthy man.

“Get dressed. The immortal realm has sent people to find me.” He straightened up, smoothing out his crumpled sleeves and collar, and slowly got out of bed to put on his shoes.

“They really know how to pick their timing,” Jin Muhan grumbled, reluctantly putting on his outer robe, puffing out his cheeks as he stood up from the bed.

He slipped on his boots and followed Zhongli Mingji outside, where they were greeted by a sky full of immortals.

Besides members of the Zhongli Clan and Lingxiao Sect, disciples from the other three major sects had also come, as they all wanted to see the current state of the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord.

Zhongli Mingji, who had been long awaited, lazily surveyed the uninvited immortals, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss.

“Such a grand gathering. Are you all here for me?”

An Wuyou descended from the clouds, examining his serene son.

After confirming his son’s well-being, he turned his gaze to the young man following Zhongli Mingji. The man had a handsome face, resembling a wealthy young master nurtured in the opulence of the mortal realm.

“Jin Muhan, are you the one my son has set his heart on?”

Jin Muhan, whose name had been called, looked up at the stunningly beautiful man approaching him. His features bore a striking resemblance to Zhongli Mingji, whom he adored.

“I am Jin Muhan.”

He guessed, “Are you Mingji’s father?”

An Wuyou raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Indeed! My son and I look very much alike.”

His son’s peerless beauty was inherited from him, while his cultivation talent came from his wife.

This beautiful immortal, who had married into the Zhongli Clan, was once the foremost beauty in the immortal realm, having overshadowed all celestial maidens for centuries.

It wasn’t until he married Zhongli Jiang six hundred years ago that his fame began to wane slightly.

His relationship with Zhongli Jiang was one of a strong woman and a weaker man, a non-traditional dynamic where the woman took the lead.

Jin Muhan nodded in agreement. “You truly are as handsome as Mingji.”

Hearing this, An Wuyou’s lips curved into a smile, and he patted Zhongli Mingji’s shoulder.

“Mingji, your companion is quite good.”

He could clearly see that Jin Muhan’s eyes held only admiration and respect for him, devoid of the flirtatiousness or disdain that other immortals often showed.

Not belittling him for his beauty despite his modest cultivation, Jin Muhan was a rare clear-minded individual, a man worthy of praise.

A glance at the haughty immortals behind him made it clear that An Wuyou’s appreciation and support for Jin Muhan were well-founded.

If it weren’t for An Wuyou’s marriage to Zhongli Jiang, those immortals would have treated him with even more contempt, given his low cultivation level.

An Wuyou smiled. “Mingji, your mother and I approve of this companion. Once he ascends, bring him back to the Eastern Polar Continent to formalize your union.”

It was rare to find a young man who pleased him so, and he saw no harm in allowing him to be with his son.

Zhongli Mingji nodded slightly. “Thank you, Father.”

He turned his gaze back to the immortals filling the sky outside the courtyard, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss.

The clansmen sent by his mother would not harm him; they would do their utmost to protect him. Lingxiao Sect, too, would prioritize his safety.

However, the three major sects—Qingyun Sect, Wuxiang Temple, and Tiangang Pavilion—were likely here to test his strength.

The news of his love for a mortal had not been deliberately concealed, so it was no surprise that other sects had learned of it. Naturally, they would wonder if his cultivation in the Path of Ruthlessness had weakened.

After all, the strength of the Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord was tied to Lingxiao Sect’s standing among the four major sects, as well as its influence within the Immortal Alliance.