The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 983 Wedding (02)

The date of Ma Mingzhu and Long Qingyi's wedding arrived in the blink of an eye.

In just over a week, a team of top-notch designers and experts had everything ready, erecting an altar beautiful enough to catch the eye of even Celestial Emperors.

During those days, Qingyi divided his time between training with the Sect Leader and Chen Wei, and savoring every moment with his wives.

He even visited the small village where Rouxi grew up, walking through the dirt alleys with Lingxi in his arms, the little girl pointing at every chicken and stray dog as if they were rare treasures.

He also spent a great deal of time with Mingzhu, although the two had been separated the night before the wedding.

The girls wanted Qingyi to see Mingzhu in her new dress only when everything was ready.

On top of that, they would spend hours doing her makeup, adjusting every little detail in pursuit of absolute perfection, arguing among themselves over the color of a lipstick or the placement of a hairpin as if the fate of the world depended on it.

And so, amid all the preparations, the big moment for Qingyi and Mingzhu's wedding finally arrived.

The venue chosen was a gigantic banquet hall, spacious enough to accommodate five thousand guests.

On that day, there were only a thousand.

It was a large number, yes, but compared to what was customary at weddings in the Celestial Heaven, it was relatively modest.

Of course, no one there was modest.

The top leadership of the Ma Family and many other powerful families from across the Sect were gathered in the hall, side by side with major tycoons, feared experts, and the leaders of the Nine Great Pavilions.

The air vibrated with the murmur of hundreds of conversations, the scent of rare incense mingling with the fragrance of fresh flowers scattered throughout the venue.

Glasses clinked from time to time, and the guests' silk robes shimmered under the golden lights hanging from the high ceiling.

Qingyi's wives, dressed conservatively, occupied the front rows in an area reserved exclusively for them.

The only person there who was not one of Qingyi's wives was the new leader of the Celestial Fairy Palace.

She was a young and beautiful woman, the Sect's greatest swordswoman, who had advanced to the Realm of the Star Sovereign shortly after Rouxi left with Qingyi.

The two chatted in hushed tones, exchanging discreet giggles, while Lingxi, nestled in her mother's lap, admired the beautiful hall with her little mouth slightly agape.

Her bright little eyes wandered over the lights, the flowers, and the people, eventually settling on her father.

Naturally, no expense had been spared on Qingyi's robes either. Meilin had truly gone all out to create the most beautiful robe she had ever made.

This time, it wasn't black, like the one he always wore.

It was a robe as golden as the sun—powerful and majestic—reflecting the hall's light with every step he took, as if the fabric itself were breathing.

Across the fabric, red, black, and jade dragons intertwined in elegant dances, as if each one were telling a story.

On top of his head, a black crown fit perfectly between his horns, clearly tailor-made for him.

At the tips of this crown, small golden jewels sparkled, each one more beautiful and brilliant than the last.

Lingxi had identical golden jewels on the tiara she'd received as a gift from Qianyao, and she had made a point of wearing it that day.

Qingyi slowly turned his face, flashing a smile at his adorable daughter, who was waving at him excitedly with her chubby little hands, babbling something only she understood.

Rouxi chuckled softly and held the little girl more firmly before she could try to throw herself toward the altar.

Soon, however, his expression changed.

A loud snap echoed through the hall, and then a soft, elegant melody began to play.

The conversations gradually died down, heads turning toward the entrance, until only the delicate notes remained, floating in the air.

Standing at the altar, his hands elegantly clasped behind his back, Qingyi watched as Ma Mingzhu appeared at the entrance.

She was beautiful. A true work of art, the result of hours of makeup and the meticulous care Qingyi's wives had taken with every little detail of her appearance and her gown.

Her dark purple hair, verging on burgundy, was carefully pinned up.

A single strand fell to the right side of her face, adorned with gold threads and precious stones that sparkled, swaying gently against her cheek with each step.

Resting on her head was a phoenix crown, adorned with countless jewels, rising more than twenty centimeters above her. It was beautiful, traditional, and, of course, expensive enough to make even the wealthiest tycoons in the room widen their eyes.

They didn't know this, but Qingyi had purchased the jewels Meilin needed to make that crown using the nearly endless wealth plundered from the Heavenly Demon.

Mingzhu's dress was even more beautiful, hugging her curves in a modest way, yet unable to truly hide her stunning figure. The red silk clung to her slender waist and followed the generous curve of her hips, swaying softly with every step.

Behind her trailed a wide, luxurious red cloak, sweeping across the floor, kept clean by a thin barrier of Qi.

She walked beside her grandfather, Ma Zhenwu, with slow, steady steps, her eyes fixed solely on Qingyi from the very first moment.

Neither the weight of the crown, nor the thousand pairs of eyes upon her, nor the muffled murmur of admiration that accompanied each step could divert her from that face on the altar.

The beauty reached the base of the altar, where she parted ways with her grandfather. The old man gave her hand a brief squeeze before letting go.

Then she climbed the steps delicately, her robe trailing behind her, the jewels of her crown chiming faintly, until she stood level with Qingyi.

She stopped beside him, and the two gazed at each other for a moment, saying nothing, while the music continued to play softly.

Mingzhu's chest rose and fell at a slightly hurried pace, betraying the nervousness her perfect face was trying to hide.

"Are you ready?" Qingyi asked, his voice low, meant only for her.

He leaned toward her, planting a gentle kiss on those full, perfect lips, feeling the warmth of her breath escape in a small gasp of surprise.

Mingzhu blushed so deeply she looked as if she were about to burst. Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Finally, she simply nodded hurriedly.

"Yes."

The Sect Leader stood before Qingyi, and his wife stood before Mingzhu.

The two exchanged glances, smiled, and then began the wedding ceremony.

It was a great day for the entire Northern Region, and no one wanted to delay things any longer than necessary.

At last, Qingyi was taking for himself the wife promised to him by fate itself. Well, by Ma Zhenwu, to be a little more specific.

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[I think the CDG story is getting a little too bogged down in slice of life. What do you think about me speeding up these more tedious plotlines a bit?]