Chapter 131: [Extra] The Couple’s Wedding Gift of Red Threads

Dongji Continent, Zhongli Family.

Today marked the grand wedding of Zhongli Mingji and Jin Muhan. It had been over half a month since Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord defeated the Demon Lord.

The guests attending the ceremony included not only the four major immortal sects but also the five great families, including the Zhongli family. Even the demon realm had sent envoys with congratulatory gifts.

Of course, the envoy from the demon realm was the Left Protector.

The Demon Lord, Fanti, had been stabbed several times by Zhongli Mingji and had returned to the demon realm to recover from his injuries.

As for the Right Protector, she had no desire to face Zhongli Mingji’s icy expression again—the same one that had once rejected her.

She didn’t want to revisit that dark chapter of her life.

In addition, Jin Muhan’s mortal family also attended the grand wedding.

Zhongli Mingji had sent people to the mortal realm to bring the old emperor and crown prince of Longyuan Kingdom, allowing Jin Muhan’s family to witness the ceremony.

He hadn’t overlooked his partner’s family despite Jin Muhan’s weaker cultivation. In fact, he hoped their marriage would receive blessings from both sets of parents.

The old emperor and crown prince couldn’t contain their joy upon seeing Jin Muhan’s wedding. This ceremony, delayed for three years, had finally come to fruition.

Though father and son were ordinary mortals with no connection to immortality, they were born with the fate of emperors. Under their rule, Longyuan Kingdom thrived.

Thus, while they revered immortals, they didn’t aspire to become them.

This father and son duo lived out their lives peacefully until their natural deaths.

The wedding proceeded smoothly, with the only disruption coming from the swordsmen of Lingxiao Sect.

Lingxiao Sect had the most complete attendance, from the sect leader to the elders and their disciples. They were all deeply regretful for having lost Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord in the past, and their guilt weighed heavily on them.

The most crucial point was that after returning to the immortal realm, Xuan Shuang Immortal Lord had never gone back to Lingxiao Sect.

Their eldest senior brother—once the pillar of Lingxiao Sect as the grand elder—had vanished just like that, whisked away by Jin Muhan.

The swordsmen at the wedding banquet were heartbroken.

From the oldest to the youngest, their eyes glistened with unshed tears as they gazed at Zhongli Mingji.

It infuriated Jin Muhan so much that he almost drew his sword to drive out these mood-ruining swordsmen.

Fortunately, Zhongli Mingji stopped him.

The wedding banquet was eventually completed, albeit with difficulty.

The Zhongli family remained composed, as they had already experienced the shock when Zhongli Mingji first brought Jin Muhan home.

However, the other immortal sects and families were all beating their chests in regret, wishing they could be the ones standing at the altar.

But if they had actually tried, they would likely have been defeated and fled under Zhongli Mingji’s cold gaze.

In this era, the only person who could withstand Zhongli Mingji’s icy demeanor and still stay close was Jin Muhan.

Late into the night, after greeting their guests, Zhongli Mingji and Jin Muhan returned to their wedding chamber, bathed in the vibrant red decorations.

Jin Muhan helped the slightly tipsy Zhongli Mingji sit down and was about to remove the jade crown from his head when the cool yet smiling immortal raised his hand.

“Look,” Zhongli Mingji said, his fair palm holding two strikingly vivid red threads.

Jin Muhan’s lips curved into a smile. “For me?”

“Yes,” Zhongli Mingji nodded.

He had used his magic to weave the threads into the shape of a bracelet—threads he had specially requested from the Old Man of the Moon after his last mission in the Xuanyuan world. He then reached out and tied the red bracelet around Jin Muhan’s wrist.

“With my red thread tied to you, you’re mine now,” he said, his phoenix eyes curving with satisfaction, filled with contentment.

Jin Muhan’s heart burned fiercely, and the usually gentle man’s gaze turned dangerous, his eyes brimming with intense love.

“I’m yours, forever and always.”

He picked up the remaining red thread bracelet and tied it around Zhongli Mingji’s wrist, his gaze fixed intently on him.

“Life is short, but without you, what joy is there?”

He leaned in and kissed Zhongli Mingji’s lips, a kiss so pure it was devoid of any desire.

At this moment, he simply wanted to kiss him.

He wanted to tell him that their bond would last for eternity, across lifetimes.

As the saying goes, a red thread of fate spans a thousand miles.

This red thread would firmly bind the two of them together, ensuring they would always be united.