Cultivation starts with picking up attributes-Chapter 48: Ch-: Marriage (slightly R-18)

The crimson moon hung low above the quiet garden, casting a rosy hue over the silken decorations that fluttered in the evening breeze.

The guests had long since departed, laughter and music fading into distant memory.

All that remained now were the soft glimmers of talisman light, their glow tracing faint runes in the air like the lingering echoes of a benediction.

Tian Shen and Feng Yin stood in the middle of it all, still hand in hand, the enchanted red ribbon now unbound but its warmth lingering in their Qi.

Neither spoke for a long moment, simply drinking in the serenity, the weight of the day finally settling into their bones.

It had been a simple ceremony, modest by cultivation world standards—but it had felt right. Intimate. Theirs.

Feng Yin turned to him, brushing aside a loose strand of hair from his face.

"You didn’t cry. I half expected you to, little hubby."

Tian Shen grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Had to keep my image intact. I can’t have disciples thinking their senior brother’s a crybaby."

"Hm, but I wouldn’t mind seeing that. Your soft side is cute."

He pulled her closer.

"Then maybe I’ll save it for the bedroom."

Feng Yin arched a brow.

"Oh? Is that where we’re going now?"

Instead of answering, Tian Shen gently lifted her into his arms.

She let out a small laugh, her hands looping around his neck as he carried her out of the garden and toward their private quarters.

The path was lit with spirit lanterns, casting pale golden light across the ground.

The quiet crackle of energy from the enchanted talismans echoed faintly behind them, like the garden itself was blessing their union.

Their quarters had been prepared with care—Feng Yan had seen to that personally, though he’d been careful not to say a word.

A warm bath steamed in the adjacent chamber, petals of frost lotus floating over the surface.

Delicate incense curled from a nearby burner, scented with calming herbs and mild aphrodisiacs.

Tian Shen set her down gently by the edge of the bath.

"Want to soak first, my wife?"

The way he said it made her cheeks flush ever so slightly.

"Trying to relax me before you pounce?"

He knelt to untie the sash at her waist, his fingers moving with slow reverence.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just want to appreciate you like this a little longer."

Her robe slid from her shoulders, revealing the soft, fair glow of her skin beneath the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Feng Yin stepped into the bath with a relaxed sigh, sinking into the water until it lapped at her collarbone.

Tian Shen joined her, sitting across from her in silence for a while.

Their knees brushed under the surface. She smiled faintly.

"It’s strange," she said, "I thought I’d feel nervous. But I don’t. Not with you."

He reached over, brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

"I think we’ve already shared more than most couples ever do. Pain, trust, danger... This is just the next step."

She leaned forward, resting her forehead to his.

"Still... tonight is special. I want to remember it forever."

Tian Shen’s hand slid into hers under the water.

"Then let’s make it unforgettable."

...

Later, the scent of lotus lingered faintly on their skin as they lay together on the large bed, silken red sheets beneath them, the canopy overhead trailing shimmering veils of spiritual silk.

Feng Yin rested against his bare chest, her fingers lazily drawing patterns over the faint glow of his meridians.

"The seed is blooming tonight," she whispered.

"Blame you," he murmured, his fingers combing through her hair. "You’ve always had that effect on me."

She lifted her gaze.

"Do you want to try it again?"

Tian Shen stilled.

"Dual cultivation?"

She nodded.

"We’re compatible in Qi... and in spirit. It won’t just strengthen us. It’ll bond us deeper."

Tian Shen gently turned her to face him, cradling her cheek.

"You sure are hungry, huh."

Feng Yin kissed his palm.

"I have always been hungry, darling~."

Their lips met—soft at first, testing, learning, then deepening as heat built between them.

It was not rushed, not hungry, but slow and burning. A deliberate dance of breaths and whispers.

His hands memorized the curve of her waist, the strength of her despite the softness.

As they surrendered to each other, their Qi slowly began to resonate.

Tian Shen felt the first pulse of connection—her spiritual energy intertwining with his, not forced but welcomed.

Their breathing fell into rhythm, hearts beating in near-perfect sync. A gentle warmth bloomed in his dantian and spiraled outward.

Feng Yin gasped quietly, not from pain but from the intimate feel of their Spirits merging at the edges.

The jade pendent on her wrist glowed faintly—the one her father had given her long ago. She removed it, placing it beside the bed.

Tonight, she wasn’t a prodigy, or a sect heir. She was just his.

They moved together, not just in body but in essence. Their cultivation bases pulsed and realigned, rising in waves.

Tian Shen’s Qi spread into hers, twining, amplifying. She welcomed him, sent her own threads in turn.

Each movement of their bodies brought a surge of warmth and unity, not just physical but spiritual.

At one point, Tian Shen paused, gazing into her half-lidded eyes.

"You’re beautiful."

She smiled, breathless.

"You’re mine."

Their words hung in the air, thick with promise.

Her fingertips traced the line of his jaw, soft and deliberate, as though memorizing every detail. He leaned into her touch, his breath fanning her skin like a whispered prayer.

Her skin responded with goosebumps, not from the air, but from the heat coiling between them.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers—slow, almost teasing. She arched into him, wanting more, needing it. He gave it.

Their mouths met in a kiss that was less a question and more an answer—hungry, possessive, deep.

His hands roamed her back, dragging slowly down her spine like he was drawing secrets from her bones.

She clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there was no space, no distance, no time—just them, and the shared rhythm of breath and heartbeats.

"You feel like fire," she whispered, voice trembling.

He laughed softly, deep in his throat.

"Then burn with me."

As he said that, he thrusted his shaft into her, without any foreplay, without any formalities.

"AAAGGGHHHH!!~"

Feng mewled in passion, feeling him inside her.

"AAHHH~"

"UUGGHH~"

Time lost meaning. Their movements were unhurried, exploratory—like a sacred ritual passed down through longing.

Every thrust was electric. Every sigh, every moan, was a thread weaving them tighter.

"AAGGHHH~"

"AAHHH~"

Her legs curled around his waist, welcoming him not just into her body, but into a place no one else had ever been.

He mewled with her, like casting a spell. Over and over. And every time, they melted a little more unto each other.

Their rhythm built—waves swelling with emotion, crashing in shared pleasure and need.

He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, each one a declaration: I see you. I want you. You’re mine.

She met him with equal passion. Her nails scored light trails down his back, her mouth seeking his, her hips meeting his, drinking in every sound he gave. Her body arched beneath him, her soul opened wide.

"H-Hubby~"

She moaned, barely coherent.

"I know," he murmured against her skin.

"I feel it too."

They soared together, that final crescendo not just a peak of passion.

"I am cumminggg~"

"Fill me up~"

"AAAHHHH~"

*Squirt**Squirt**Squirt*

"UGHH~"

*Splurt**Splurt**Splurt*

It was overwhelming, not just in sensation but in meaning. It was more than pleasure—it was surrender, trust, love forged in fire.

Afterward, they didn’t speak. Words would have broken the fragile magic hanging between them.

Instead, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, skin sticky, breaths still uneven. He ran his fingers through her hair, a tender rhythm that said more than any poem.

She tilted her face up to look at him, smiling lazily.

"You’re never getting rid of me now."

He smiled back, eyes gleaming.

"Good. I’d never let you go."

And as sleep slowly pulled them under, still tangled in each other, the world outside ceased to matter.

Only they did.

Panting, they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, sweat beading on their brows, their cores still gently humming.

Feng Yin’s head rested on his chest, listening to his heart.

"I felt everything you gave me. Every piece."

Tian Shen kissed the top of her head.

"And you accepted it all."

They lay in peaceful silence. There was no awkwardness. No shame.

Only the satisfaction of knowing they had stepped into a new realm—together.

After a while, Feng Yin broke the silence with a quiet giggle.

"So... was that the system’s doing, or are you naturally talented at this?"

He groaned.

"Yin’er... don’t bring the system into our bedroom."

She kissed him again.

"Fine. Then I’ll just say it plainly: you were amazing."

"Flatterer."

"Truth."

She cuddled closer, her palm resting over his heart.

"I want this forever, Tian Shen. You, me. Even if the world turns to chaos. Let’s protect this."

He nodded.

"We will. I swear it."

Their fingers intertwined, pulsing faintly with residual spiritual light. The night deepened, stars wheeling slowly above, silent witnesses to a union forged not just in passion, but in love.

In the quiet afterglow, a new path opened.

Together, they would walk it—hand in hand, heart to heart, through all the storms to come.

And tonight, it had begun with love.