“No!” Su Xuan immediately rebutted. “You can’t do that!”
Sang Dai’s smile remained soft. “Exactly, why should I do that? Su Xuan, we’re not in the wrong. We are not the criminals. How could I let this defeat me, moping around, wondering why I’m alive, bringing so many calamities?”
Su Xuan saw the emotions in her eyes.
Resilience, gentleness, and defiance.
He suddenly realized he was terribly wrong.
He had thought that Sang Dai couldn’t bear the destruction of the Weisheng family because of her, that she would distance herself from them because she feared that those close to her would die because of her.
But in reality, Sang Dai understood more clearly than he did that she was not at fault.
“My birth wasn’t my fault. My connection to the Four Sufferings isn’t my fault. The Weisheng family perished because of me, and I’m saddened and guilty, but the past can’t be changed. I should keep moving forward, find the true culprit, and avenge them. And you, you were dragged into all this because of me. The Heavenly Dao wants to kill you. If I leave, do you think you won’t come after me?”
Su Xuan cupped her face, their noses brushing, his breath burning like fire. “Even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you. Even if the Four Realms kill you, I will stand with you.”
Sang Dai’s heart twisted painfully, but she held back her tears and smiled. “Yes, Su Xuan, I know you will.”
After all, in the original story, Su Xuan had died for her.
She held him tightly and whispered, “We’re not wrong. We are not the ones who should pay the price. Because I’m not at fault, I’m not afraid. I’m only afraid of not being able to find the true culprit to avenge them. I’m only afraid that I won’t be able to strike down this heaven to protect you all.”
Thunder roared, and the light rain that had been falling became heavier, drumming against the spiritual barrier with a crisp sound.
“Dai Dai…”
“Su Xuan, those of you who choose to stand with me, Master, and everyone who stands by me, if the Heavenly Dao truly wants to kill you, I will not hesitate to strike down this heaven.”
Sang Dai stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. “I’ll give you this chance only once. You can’t lie to me again. I’ll always be with you, through life and death, together.”
“Su Xuan, will you join me?” Sang Dai turned her hand, forming a golden contract seal. “A twin soul marriage contract—if I die, you die. If you die, I die. We’ll be with each other forever.”
How could he possibly refuse?
Sang Dai was the reason he lived. His greatest dream in this life was to marry her.
To have a home with her, to have a name with her.
Sang Dai opened her collar and placed her hand over her heart. A drop of heart’s blood was drawn out by spiritual energy.
Without hesitation, she pressed her name onto the seal, the spiritual imprint belonging to “Sang Dai” glowing with golden light.
“Su Xuan, do you agree? With this marriage contract, you will be able to find me no matter where I am, whether it’s at the ends of the earth or the corners of the world.”
There would never be another day like today, when Sang Dai removed the Silver Feather and Nine Ring Hairpin, and he could not find her anywhere.
The Twin Soul Marriage Contract could never be undone. No matter where Sang Dai was, he could always follow the contract to find her.
He was willing.
He had dreamt of it for so long.
Su Xuan’s hands trembled as he took his heart’s blood and carefully pressed it onto the floating seal of the contract in the void.
His name lit up, and powerful spiritual energy burst forth. The golden seal slowly faded and merged into their hearts.
Su Xuan closed his eyes, feeling the soul-binding connection between them in his sea of consciousness.
He could clearly sense Sang Dai’s presence. His soul and hers were tightly bound together, an invisible force pulling them toward one another.
Sang Dai embraced him and gently kissed him: “Do you feel it? I am now your wife.”
Su Xuan couldn’t hold back his tears. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her, the tears burning hotter than spring water.
“Dai Dai… you’re really mine…”
Sang Dai held him and let him kiss her.
She, too, felt it—there was a burning spiritual figure in her sea of consciousness, a tiny person, and that was Su Xuan’s soul.
The Twin Soul Marriage Contract made their existence exceptionally clear and distinct.
They were married now, bound by a marriage contract that they could never undo in this lifetime.
Sang Dai never imagined she would have a day like this, marrying the one person she had been rivals with for over a hundred years.
The little fox kept crying. Sang Dai patted his shoulder: “Su Xuan, we have official standing now. After the union, we are Dao companions.”
Su Xuan’s mind was still a bit unclear. He had been trying to keep himself awake, and he lifted his head to look at her, his gaze slowly growing dim: “Dai Dai, are you really sure?”
Sang Dai chuckled: “I’ve already formed a marriage contract with you. Why are you still asking these questions?”
He stood there, motionless. Sang Dai said, “Su Xuan, you’re too tall.”
The little fox bent down.
Sang Dai stood on tiptoe to embrace him and kissed his lips. Sword cultivators were especially gentle when they were with their loved ones, unlike a certain fox who seemed to want to devour her. They had been close many times before at Linglong Town, and Sang Dai knew how much the little fox desired her. Su Xuan held her waist and kissed her back. Sang Dai simply allowed him, holding onto his arm to steady herself.
She looked up in a daze and saw the rain falling on the spiritual protection barrier. Many fiery orbs hung beside the hot springs. Su Xuan was worried Sang Dai might be cold.
Sensing the fox’s paws tugging at her clothes, Sang Dai raised her body to help him loosen the tie. Her outer robe fell away, followed by her inner garment. The thin clothes clung to her skin after being drenched in the spring water. The sword cultivator tilted her head to make it easier for him to kiss. The fox’s paws quickly pulled aside her clothes and covered her small chest. His sounds were unrestrained, and the fox’s swallowing motions made Sang Dai’s face flush with embarrassment.
She pushed his head away: “Don’t make any noise.”
Su Xuan lifted his gaze to look at her, then leaned in to kiss her lips: “So sweet.”
It was as if he could taste something. Sang Dai closed her eyes and pushed his head away. Suddenly, she was lifted, the sensation of weightlessness causing her to instinctively wrap around his side. “Su Xuan!”
The little fox pressed the person against the spring wall, then turned and retrieved the Qiankun bag placed on the shore. He took out a porcelain bottle, poured a pill into his mouth, and swallowed it, then took out another bottle and handed it to Sang Dai.
“Dai Dai, my mind will go foggy, and my body temperature will rise in a moment.”
It was the Frostguard Pill, and Sang Dai knew what he meant. She took the pill and swallowed it in one go.
The sword cultivator had been stripped of all her clothes, and her chest was covered with marks and bite marks he had left. When the little fox half-beastified, his canine teeth would show, and when rubbing against Sang Dai, it almost made him lose control.
“Dai Dai, hold me tight.”
Sang Dai understood his meaning, held him tightly, and rested her chin on his neck. The little fox leaned in closer, just like before, helping her. The sword cultivator furrowed her brows, but at this moment, it was much easier than before in the water. The discomfort was quickly suppressed by the little fox’s skill. The sword cultivator’s nails dug deep into his shoulder, leaving dozens of crescent-shaped marks. Sang Dai rested her cheek on his shoulder, her face flushed, her eyes confused and hollow, her consciousness clearly shattered.
At this moment, the sword cultivator was very obedient, fully dependent on him. After adding his finger, Sang Dai furrowed her brows slightly, and Su Xuan hurriedly comforted her: “Can you bear with it, baby?”
Earlier, Su Xuan had liked this, and Sang Dai always went along with it. After all, he wouldn’t be too reckless and always listened to her.
Sang Dai didn’t speak, lying on Su Xuan’s shoulder as she had in the past. For the past two days, every night, Su Xuan would make her come once with two fingers, then slowly add more and try to help her adjust. She didn’t speak, but her slender back arched, and her breathing became a little difficult.
Su Xuan looked at Sang Dai; this face was etched into his bones. He had liked her the first time he saw her many years ago, and even after all this time, he still liked her.
Her brows, her eyes, her voice, every movement of hers, he loved them all to pieces. How could he love her so much?
No matter how Sang Dai treated him, he loved her so much.
The little fox kissed her cheek: “Baby, I love you so much.”
Sang Dai didn’t hear his words clearly, her head dizzy, only focusing on her breathing. This hot spring was crafted with Xuan Jade. The sword cultivator’s back was pressed against the jade wall, his knees bent and wrapped around the little fox’s sides. The nine-tailed fox used its tail to support her, lifting her up, which freed his hands.
His silver hair was loose on his shoulders, wet from the water, dripping onto Sang Dai’s body. Her gaze was unfocused, and Su Xuan could hold her with one hand, calling her softly: “Dai Dai, look at me.”
Sang Dai blinked, confused, and looked at him. Su Xuan whispered, “Can you hold on a little longer?”
She didn’t understand at this moment. The little fox showed her the answer through his actions. The sword cultivator’s jade-like neck was tilted back, fragile like a dying crane. Her hands tightly gripped Su Xuan’s arm, and his muscles were so tight that they caused her pain. Pain, only pain; human cultivators and demon cultivators were naturally incompatible, especially the large-bodied nine-tailed fox tribe.
Sang Dai considered herself very patient. She was tall among female cultivators in the human race, but in front of Su Xuan, she always seemed small and delicate. She endured until her lips trembled, her body breaking into a cold sweat. The little fox didn’t dare move and hurried to kiss her lips: “Dai Dai, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The preparations had been more than adequate, and after nearly half an hour of soothing, the sword cultivator’s body had opened to its maximum extent. But when it came time for him to take action, it was still hard to start, impossible to move. The little fox was also in agony, something he had never experienced before. Yet, she was suffering more than him. Su Xuan kept kissing her, trying to ease her pain, until Sang Dai truly couldn’t bear it anymore.
She helplessly lay on his shoulder: “You… give me a break. This really isn’t working.”
Sang Dai knew that continuing like this would lead to nothing, the blood dripping into the spring. Su Xuan glanced down, sweat covering his forehead, fully aware that this day was inevitable. They had chosen to marry each other and had accepted the difference in their physical sizes. This was a hurdle for them.
Su Xuan whispered, “I’m sorry, Dai Dai, I’m sorry.”
Saying sorry, yet like a broken axe, he cleaved open the body of his lover. The sword cultivator bit him until blood flowed, and the little fox, summoning all his strength, endured the pain and finally had the woman he loved.
Her face turned pale. At this moment, Su Xuan could only feel thankful that they were in the bath pool of Zhenhua Crossing. He held the sword cultivator’s head and kissed her with a slight movement. She felt discomfort, but she knew it was inevitable. She just had to endure, and it would pass. The initial discomfort gradually transformed into something else. His tail supported her body, with a few tails holding her knees in place. Sang Dai lacked strength, relying entirely on these tails to hold herself up.
She lifted her gaze in confusion to look at Su Xuan. The little fox’s pain had also shifted, turning into a bone-deep pleasure. His eyes never left her, and as he noticed Sang Dai’s gradually more pleasing sounds, he loosened a little, adding more force. Sang Dai furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t stop him. Her face grew redder.
“Baby, are you better now?” Su Xuan quickly kissed her neck and earlobe. “Does it no longer hurt? I can’t bear it anymore, okay? Let me make you more comfortable, alright?”
He didn’t even wait for Sang Dai’s response and immediately launched an all-out assault. Sang Dai couldn’t utter a word of refusal, her voice shattered and unbearable.
The heat of the bamboo forest rose in waves, and the rain struck the spiritual protection shield. Sang Dai could only see the hanging Hellfire orbs. She heard her own melodic sounds growing higher and higher, fragmented and irregular. She suddenly remembered the words the little fox had said to her before. When it came to the act itself, her mouth could only utter cries.
She couldn’t say a single complete sentence.
Su Xuan had been thinking about her for a long time. The nine-tailed fox clan began receiving training in this area from a young age, so this particular fox had learned a lot, but Sang Dai was not the same.
She knew that someone was rich in theoretical knowledge. When it came to heating things up, she didn’t expect it to be so extensive. She only felt that this fox was shameless and indeed worthy of being an ancient divine beast—fierce and ruthless.
In the depths of the bamboo forest, a loud rustling sound mixed with the crackling rain, with beads of water striking the shield. Sang Dai didn’t know how long had passed. It seemed like only an hour. She helplessly called out to him, “Su… Su Xuan, my back hurts, Su Xuan, let’s go back…”
Though the spring wall was made of warm jade, it was still solid. Su Xuan did not stop, lifting her out of the hot spring. “We’ll go back, wait for me, my good baby.”
Su Xuan carried her back to the cave. The large cave was surrounded by hanging Hellfire Orbs, and a main bed large enough for seven or eight people sat in the middle.
Previously, there was no bed here. During his heat cycle, Su Xuan would transform into his true form and curl up in the cave, but this time Sang Dai came with him. He couldn’t let her sleep on the floor, so he specially bought a soft bed for the cave, knowing she was afraid of the cold, and hung Hellfire Balls around the bed.
He had laid several layers of silk blankets. When the sword cultivator was placed on the bed, the red marks on her back would not be hurt again. Sang Dai had not yet come to her senses when Su Xuan dried his fox fur. His warm, soft tail once again propped up her knees, continuing what they had started before.
He was too fierce. Sang Dai cried and looked at him. She couldn’t speak, only trying to communicate with her gaze.
But when she met his eyes:
【Baby, you’re so obedient, so good, so obedient.】
【Dai Dai, look at me, good baby.】
【Dai Dai, your face is so red, your voice sounds so nice. Good baby, do you like it this way too?】
Sang Dai wanted to cover his beautiful eyes.
For the first time, she hated this particular aspect of herself.
She didn’t want to hear Su Xuan’s thoughts anymore.