Dare to Cancel the Engagement? I Will Marry Your Ancestor! - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Dual Cultivation Method

On the happy day for the sect leader, the Tianyun Sect was adorned with red silk and lanterns. Invited guests and curious locals crowded at the gate. Suddenly, someone shouted, “The sect leader is back!” The crowd erupted in excitement, and a grand red wedding procession appeared at the bottom of the white jade steps.

Mo Ling, riding a mighty horse, appeared with a proud look on his face. He was completing one of life’s two great joys today—marrying Long Xianxian, the seemingly young ancestor of the Long family, despite her old age. All the humiliation from being rejected by Long Ziyan in the past was washed away today.

“Congratulations to Sect Leader Mo on your wedding!”

“The union of Tianyun Sect and the Long family bodes well for the future, Sect Leader Mo!”

The splendid wedding sedan chair arrived at the gate. Mo Ling dismounted, walked to the sedan chair, and respectfully extended his hand. A moment later, a delicate white hand emerged from the sedan chair.

Everyone held their breath, eager to see the legendary ageless beauty. Long Xianxian, wearing a beautiful red wedding outfit, exuded a cold elegance with her captivating eyes, like a rose blooming in a chilly pond. Her unmatched beauty left the entire crowd speechless.

Mo Ling smiled and led Long Xianxian into the sect. They stood before the main hall to take their vows.

“I, Mo Ling.”

“I, Long Xianxian.”

Together they vowed, “Today we become Dao companions. Even if the world ends, our hearts and bodies will remain loyal to each other. Any breach of this vow will bring heavenly retribution!”

As they finished, a glowing light intertwined around them and disappeared into the sky, symbolizing the binding nature of their vow. The crowd erupted into applause. The vow meant they were now one heart and one mind, unable to betray each other.

“Sect Leader Mo, you promised to be each other’s angels, and now you’ve secretly married a stunning beauty!”

Mo Ling noticed Long Xianxian’s slight smile at this remark and felt a sense of alarm.

“Haha! Just kidding, Sect Leader Mo and Madam, please don’t take offense. Our sects are close, so let’s look out for each other.”

It was the leader of a nearby small sect who had spoken. Unlike the powerful Xingyao Sect, most of the guests at this wedding were from smaller sects.

“If the sect master is interested, our disciples can exchange pointers more often in the future.” Mo Ling smoothly extended a favor without leaving any room for refusal.

Just as Xingyao Sect relied on its subordinate sects for tributes, a sect like Tianyun Sect had its own path to growth.

Starting with alliances with smaller sects, they would gradually strengthen their foundation, expanding step by step.

For decades, Tianyun Sect had remained stagnant—partly due to its lack of strength and partly because the original sect master was too soft-hearted, often seen as an easy target by others, both openly and behind the scenes.

But things were different now. Mo Ling was no longer that naïve, overly benevolent sect master.

The wedding festivities lasted deep into the night. By dusk, Long Qianqian had already been escorted to the bridal chamber by the maids, while Mo Ling stayed behind to entertain guests until they had all left.

Unavoidably, he had been made to drink quite a lot. Staggering slightly, Mo Ling finally arrived at the door of the bridal chamber.

“Damn…”

He placed a hand against the door but hesitated to push it open.

He was really married. The whole thing felt surreal, like a dream.

Inside the chamber, Long Qianqian sensed his presence outside. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the embroidered fabric of her wedding attire.

She waited for a long time, but Mo Ling never stepped inside.

Had he… regretted it? A flicker of disappointment crossed her gaze.

Just as she was about to overthink, the door creaked open, and Mo Ling walked in.

He lifted her red bridal veil, and their eyes met in silence.

And then…? What now? Mo Ling’s mind was a chaotic mess.

Though he had never experienced it himself, he had certainly seen others do it before. Should he just throw Long Qianqian onto the bed?

No, no. Mo Ling recalled her imposing demeanor back at the Long family. If he acted too recklessly, he might end up receiving two solid slaps across the face.

His gaze wandered awkwardly as he casually swept his robes aside and sat down on the edge of the bed—keeping a respectable two-fist distance between them.

And so they sat, neither speaking a word.

After a long silence, Long Qianqian finally spoke. “Did you drink?”

Mo Ling instinctively sniffed himself. Before returning, he had deliberately used a cleansing spell, so he was sure he smelled fresh.

“Yeah, had to entertain the guests. No way around it,” he replied, even as his mind began constructing various scenarios of how he could ‘accidentally’ push Long Qianqian down.

“Oh.” Long Qianqian responded simply.

Mo Ling: “…”

Long Qianqian: “…”

The silence stretched on.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Mo Ling finally asked.

“Haha, the weather today was really nice.”

Their voices overlapped.

Mo Ling shut his eyes in embarrassment, cringing at his own words.

Just as he was frantically searching for something to break the awkward atmosphere, he suddenly felt a weight against his chest.

Long Qianqian’s palm pressed gently against him, exerting slight pressure as she pushed him backward.

Before he could register her expression, the candlelight in the room flickered out, plunging them into darkness.

“Do you know the art of dual cultivation?” In the darkness, Long Qianqian’s voice carried an unmistakable hint of something deeper.

The art of dual cultivation—though rarely practiced, it was a fundamental lesson for every cultivator.

Besides, Long Qianqian possessed the perfect physique for dual cultivation. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t tempted.

Mo Ling didn’t reply. Instead, he abruptly flipped over, pressing Long Qianqian beneath him. A golden glow radiated from his body.

Seeing this, Long Qianqian responded in kind, a shimmering aura appearing around her.

Gradually, their energies intertwined, blending seamlessly together.

As Mo Ling felt Long Qianqian’s spiritual consciousness merge with his own, he almost wanted to shout in excitement.

Unlike emotional cultivation techniques or standard methods of training, this was an entirely different kind of experience—one that was dangerously addictive.

Every time he released his spiritual essence, Long Qianqian accepted it effortlessly. Their energies swirled together, harmonizing in the vast expanse of their consciousness.

As time passed, Mo Ling could feel his body and power undergoing a profound transformation.