Eternal Life as False Emperor

Apart from these Immortal Seeds, the Wang Family members also came to pay their respects to Zheng Yi.

Although Zheng Yi has not yet officially become an Alchemist, marrying the daughter of Master Zhang is enough to show his value, and everyone is willing to build a good relationship in advance.

During the time when Master Zhang is absent, the Wang Family’s alchemy supply relies on Zheng Yi to sustain it.

Initially, the Spirit Pills left by Master Zhang were enough to support, but subsequently, the importance of Zheng Yi became increasingly apparent, and everyone saw it with their own eyes.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi on gaining a wife, may your life be even more fulfilling in the future."

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi is indeed another outstanding talent of our Wang Family!"

In the end, even Wang Miaomiao personally came to offer her congratulations.

Zheng Yi smiled faintly and said, "Senior Sister Wang’s skills are the greatest. Once you break through to Foundation Establishment Realm and become another Foundation Establishment Elder of the Wang family,

that will be a truly great fortune."

"Today is your wedding, don’t say that. I cannot steal your thunder."

Wang Miaomiao’s lips curved slightly at Zheng Yi’s words. Although her expression was somewhat teasing, she still said these words.

Obviously.

Though she has the backing of an Elder, she is still willing to make friends on equal terms with those she respects.

When meeting with Zheng Yi, her previous arrogance was nowhere to be seen.

Not long after, Elder Wang also slowly approached.

They drank a cup together with Zheng Yi, and everything was understood without words.

In the front hall, Zheng Yi stayed until nightfall, until all the guests had left.

Only then did he slowly make his way to the courtyard where the bride was.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by the sight of the handmaids who came as part of the dowry from Master Zhang’s residence holding hands, firmly blocking the gate to the courtyard, not allowing Zheng Yi to easily enter.

"Sir, sir, to enter the bride’s room, you must pass through us.

Sir cannot rely on the status of a Cultivator and ignore this."

Looking at the scene before him, Zheng Yi smiled faintly and took out a few red envelopes from his bosom.

He had studied the customs of marriage in advance and knew what to do.

After handing over the red envelopes, the mouth corners of the handmaids curved in a smile as they looked at Zheng Yi, but their small hands still held firmly.

"Sir, this is not enough."

"Not enough?"

Zheng Yi smiled again and took out more red envelopes from his bosom.

This time.

Instead of handing them directly to the maids, he tossed them into the air.

The handmaids, forming a human wall in front, scrambled to catch the red envelopes and immediately dispersed.

Zheng Yi seized the opportunity to pass through the "human wall" and successfully overcame this obstacle.

Zheng Yi arrived outside the bride’s room.

The leading maid appeared here, hands on hips, pouting at Zheng Yi, "Sir, you are indeed sly, no wonder the master reminded us before he left to be cautious of you.

Afraid that one day, the young lady would be sold by you, and you’d have her counting money for you."

"What is this test this time?"

Zheng Yi asked directly.

"Mr. Clever."

The leading maid laughed softly, "This time the test is, you must write a love poem that my young lady would like.

Besides being skilled in embroidery and cultivation, the young lady is also incredibly interested in poetry and songs.

With your extraordinary demeanor and literary brilliance, surely you won’t find this difficult, right?"

The maid, plump and full of fortune, said these slightly challenging words without making it seem deliberately difficult.

"The Four Treasures of the Study have already been prepared for you."

The plump maid said.

"Then, I shall write one."

Zheng Yi smiled gently.

Poems and lyrics.

He had in his mind a rich treasury from another world.

Ever since leaving that world, though.

He almost never used it.

If not for this obstacle today, Zheng Yi feared he might not remember it for a long time.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Yi picked up a brush.

With a gentle flick on the rice paper in front of him, he wrote down a poem: "If life could only be as it was at first sight, why do autumn winds lament painted fans.

This love could be revisited, but at that time it was already lost in confusion."

"It’s done."

Zheng Yi handed over the rice paper.

The plump maid couldn’t believe it: "Sir, do you want to reconsider?

If the young lady is not satisfied, that would be troublesome."

"No need."

Zheng Yi was full of confidence.

The plump maid mumbled as if wanting to say something more, but seeing Zheng Yi so confidently poised, could only brace herself to take the rice paper, turn around, and walk into the room.

"Young lady, sir has written a poem, I wonder if it’s good."

Zhang Qingmiao took the poem, softly reading each word aloud.

Feeling the rich emotions between the lines, her eyes turned red.

She restrained the joy in her heart and said, "This poem is, of course, excellent, let him in.

If this poem couldn’t pass, no man in the world could enter my chamber."

"Is it really that impressive?"

The plump maid couldn’t comprehend.

She knew that her young lady had always had high standards for poetry. Could it really be as they say in the tales, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?

"So it turns out the young lady likes sir so much."

The plump maid presumed she had guessed the reason and couldn’t help but say.

"You talk too much."

Zhang Qingmiao rolled her eyes at her.

The plump maid laughed happily, feeling smart for guessing it right.

Even though she felt she was toiling in the cool wind outside, blocking for her young lady was a bit laborious, she had no choice but to serve as a dowry maid.

Soon enough.

She figured it out and obediently exited.

"My wife, I have arrived."

Zheng Yi chuckled softly.

He then blew out the candle in the room, plunging the room into darkness, Zheng Yi slowly approached.

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increased by fifty."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increased by thirty."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, ’Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique’ Spiritual Qi increased by fifteen."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, ’Celestial Cloud Technique’ Spiritual Qi increased by seventy-five."

Zheng Yi’s heart suddenly trembled.

He never expected that after cultivating the Celestial Cloud Technique, combining with someone possessing a Spirit Root would yield such a significant improvement, indeed an unexpected delight.

And greater surprises followed.

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Gold Spirit Root increased by five."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Water Spirit Root increased by seven."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Earth Spirit Root increased by three."

Each prompt of Spirit Root restoration sounded in Zheng Yi’s mind.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Zheng Yi intensified the "absorption."

That night, Zheng Yi exerted every effort he had.

The progress of Spirit Root restoration steadily and continuously rose.

By the following morning, Zheng Yi slowly awoke and looked at the beauty beside him, still sound asleep.

He leisurely got up and dressed.

Just as he turned, he saw the girl on the bed waking up too.

Zhang Qingmiao looked at Zheng Yi, her eyes deep with a hint of shyness.

"Husband."

Zhang Qingmiao sweetly called out once.

Zheng Yi responded and said, "There are not many rules in the household; just be comfortable as if you were still in Master Zhang’s house."

Zheng Yi smiled as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingmiao’s heart was as sweet as honey.

She knew that a woman marrying into her husband’s family should observe the three obediences and four virtues, and if there were elders at home, should also honor the parents-in-law.

For instance, at that moment.

If there were elders at home.

Even if her body ached, as a daughter-in-law, she would have to endure the pain to serve tea to her in-laws. Such were the manners.

However, with Zheng Yi living alone, naturally, the rules of the household were set by Zheng Yi.

Most affairs in the residence were managed by Zhang Qingmiao, as Zheng Yi either practiced alchemy or cultivated daily.

Even though Zheng Yi had already taken three wives.

Those three, however, did not have Spirit Roots. The only importance they held was the children borne by the first wife, Wang Qingg, and the second wife, Wang Yumo.

Because the children were considered to have Spirit Roots.

But the children were still young.

Plus, with Master Zhang backing her as an Alchemist.

She was confident that she could get along well with the other three women.

"Thank you, husband."

Zhang Qingmiao added.

After leaving the room, Zheng Yi did not waste time heading to the Skill Transmission Hall but instead went to the Cultivation Area in the residence.

He performed a Grand Circulation.

Successful in executing the Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique, he held his breath, preparing to keep cultivating in one go.

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