Chapter 3261: Perfect Marriage

Chapter 3261: A Perfect Reunion

The epoch-spanning wedding finally concluded.

Since that day, a full month had passed without a glimpse of Ye Huangdi.

Meanwhile, the eternal light over Yu Nü Feng hadn't dimmed for a month; it remained just as radiant.

"Alright, that's some persistence."

Countless individuals gave Yu Nü Feng a thumbs-up.

Unfortunately, no one could see what was happening inside.

As for Ming Di, he was leaping about in frustration, desperately wanting to film a collector's edition.

Afterward, Yue Shang and Di Huang visited him for tea.

The beating nearly turned Ming Di to dust, and it even dragged in the Ten Yama Kings. Every time Ming Di was thrashed, the entire underworld felt embarrassed, leading batches of residents to pack up and move to the Heavenly Realm for safety.

Yu Nü Feng was brimming with springtime vitality.

Bathed in the morning light, Ye Huangdi finally arose, stretching languidly, his face practically radiating contentment. Of the past ten thousand years, this month had been the most comfortable—no heavenly tribulations, no wars.

Glancing at his wives, each with flushed cheeks,

He recalled those steamy moments and couldn't help but cover his face—it was just too embarrassing.

But Ye Huangdi didn't mind at all.

Not to boast, but another month or so? He'd still be going strong.

Soon, the aroma of food filled the air.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu was still that perfect homemaker, possessing excellent culinary skills.

That day, the eternal light finally dispersed.

Then, a trio showed up as a team: Xiong Er, Xie Yun, and Si Tu Nan. Their excuse was refreshingly simple—they were representing the myriad heavens to offer condolences, and if he truly couldn't keep up, they were more than willing to lend a hand.

"It's over, my youth is gone."

"An old man like me can predict that next year, there will be a bunch of little kids."

"That means we'll be in-laws."

The three of them glanced around, muttering to themselves.

They had already concocted a plan: once back, they would train their great-great-grandsons one by one, primarily teaching them how to win over girls. When Ye Chen's little daughters were old enough to play, they would send over their great-great-grandsons to court them. That way, they would become family.

And so, Ye Chen would have to address them as great-great-grandfathers.

The more they pondered it, the more brilliant it seemed, and soon the three of them were grinning from ear to ear.

Before long, three figures were suspended from the crooked tree outside the mountain.

"Wash up and wait for me."

After the meal, Ye Chen patted his behind and departed, leaving that bold remark.

Behind him, a barrage of dishes and bowls came flying.

Ye Huangdi made a quick escape, and as soon as he stepped out, he spotted the little spirit child.

"Come on, tell your brother."

"Which one felt the best."

"Which one sounded the sweetest."

"What positions did you try."

The little creature was chuckling, his round eyes blinking innocently.

This was essentially a query on behalf of the myriad heavens.

Who knows how many people were eavesdropping with pricked ears.

Ye Chen was direct about it—he grabbed the palm-sized little spirit child, squeezed him into a ball, then stretched him out like dough, and tied him in a dead knot. The cracking of bones was enough to make anyone wince in pain.

Ye Huangdi vanished from sight.

When he reappeared, it was on a tranquil mortal ancient star.

Ye Chen was there, secretly following someone.

It was a mortal man, carrying a book basket, trekking over mountains and rivers to head to the capital for the imperial examination.

He was Tang San Shao, also known as Li Xiao Yao.

In his first life, he was terribly ugly, as dark as could be.

In his second life, he was strikingly handsome, devilishly good-looking.

Now, in his third life, he was utterly ordinary, living a simple life with no memories of his past—just a regular person, aiming to pass the exam and return home in glory.

His fragmented memories were due to flaws in the cycle of reincarnation.

Ye Chen had known this all along—the grand cycle of heaven wasn't perfect.

Ye Ling was still following him, accompanying him every step.

In his first life, she had killed him.

In his second, he had died for her.

In this third, it was her turn to watch over him, living plainly and peacefully—that was enough.

Ah!

Ye Chen didn't reveal himself or disturb them, simply leaving quietly.

When he appeared again, it was in Zhu Xian Town.

He could see Ye Fan and Yang Lan holding hands, strolling through the streets, the scene warm and cozy.

"You really take after your mother!"

Ye Chen cleared his throat. Ten thousand years had passed, and still no sign of his daughter-in-law's belly swelling.

Was he still waiting to hold a grandchild?

Well, Ye Fan was just like Yao Chi—taking it way too easy.

"Tonight, it's the bridal chamber."

Ye Chen was about to speak, but someone beat him to it—Xuan Di.

See? The emperor might not be in a hurry, but the eunuch is.

He was a heavenly calamity, a heavenly tribulation, for heaven's sake—why wasn't he thinking about making babies instead of strolling around? Learn from your old man: he hadn't left the house for a month and was still holding strong.

Ye Fan coughed awkwardly, and Yang Lan smiled shyly.

Ye Chen left; the rest of the scene probably wasn't for him to witness.

And it wasn't for certain others either.

Before departing, he left behind a barrier of eternal light—anyone who peeked would suffer.

That night, far too many people ended up blind.

This was a Peach Blossom Paradise, with petals floating in the air, dreamy and illusory.

You could see Di Huang, and Dong Hua Nü Di.

Besides them, there was Zi Xuan.

The scene resembled a family of three—one husband and two wives.

In this way, it was truly a perfect resolution.

Ye Chen smiled and turned away, stepping into a divine mountain.

As soon as he entered, he saw that fellow Di Zun hanging from a tree, swaying back and forth.

"Got beaten up?"

"Lost your eyesight?"

"You're my first life, after all—talk about losing face."

"So, help your brother out!" Di Zun grimaced.

"Sure, no problem."

Ye Chen waved his hand, infusing a strand of eternal light into Di Zun's body.

The reason this guy was beaten was simple: he couldn't defeat the Dream Demon.

So, he had to lend a hand.

Helping meant opening a back door for him, lifting a heavenly restriction, making it easier for him to break through—but it still depended on his own fate.

"See you around."

Ye Chen came quickly and left just as fast.

"You son of a—put me down!" Di Zun cursed loudly.

But there was no response.

Given Ye Chen's temperament, not beating him was already generous.

However, that eternal light of his worked wonders.

Just three days after he left, Di Zun soared into the sky, dominating heaven and earth. In a single day, he broke through several realms. With Ye Chen, the embodiment of heaven, opening a back door, what was there to say? He charged straight to the peak of Quasi Huang, forcefully entering the most complete state.

That day, the divine mountain was in total chaos.

That certain someone trying to force his way finally subdued the Dream Demon.

Or perhaps the Dream Demon went easy on him.

She had likely come to terms with it after surviving ten thousand years here and developed a sense of belonging.

From then on, the two lived a shamelessly blissful life.

Their wedding was even more significant than Ye Chen's—not only did it span epochs, but it also crossed universes. On the day they married, who knows how many people showed up for the celebration. The mountain of special products was towering and impressive, a feast for the eyes.

"Wu Lei, the delivery's here—sign for it."

By now, Ye Chen was standing outside Wu Lei City, tossing something inside.

More precisely, he threw a person in.

Finding this guy had taken him a great deal of effort; using eternal power, he forcefully broke through the epochs and smuggled him out from the first epoch. Someone might ask, what if he grabbed the wrong one? Please, with the embodiment of heaven making the move, how could he possibly miss?

"It's him."

Wu Lei covered her mouth, tears welling up instantly.

"Come on, a little gift for you."

From outside the city, Ye Chen called out again, and more objects flew in—one large sack after another, piling into a small mountain, with a banner hanging on it that read "Special Products of Da Chu."

Wu Lei went from crying to laughing.

Who knows if it was from emotion or amusement.

"If you need more, just say so."

Ye Chen waved and gradually walked away, having arranged another fated match.

At the peak of the Immortal Manor, he appeared again.

From afar, he saw that fellow Shen Zun sitting there, wiping his nosebleed.

"Tsk, tsk."

Ye Chen clicked his tongue in disbelief—who had beaten him up like this?

"Is your lady straightforward in bed?"

Shen Zun stood up, clutching his waist; he looked like he had been thoroughly thrashed by Qi Huan.

"Not really straightforward."

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his words full of meaning.

"I knew it!"

"No wonder she's sisters—they're both the same. Qi Huan scratched me up good."

"Come on, some collector's edition special products."

The former brother-in-law and former brother-in-law stood shoulder to shoulder on the mountaintop, having a warm and friendly chat about bedroom matters.

Looking at their backs, they seemed nothing but sleazy.

That night, the scenes in the Immortal Manor were exceptionally steamy.

Another month passed without Shen Zun stepping out.

By then, Ye Chen had arrived in a small ancient town in the mortal world. It was nighttime, with red lanterns hanging high and the streets bustling with people, filled with shouts and calls. The human world was lively, carrying a worldly charm that the immortal realm lacked.

"Come on, tell me my fate in love."

Ye Chen stopped and sat down, seeking a fortune-telling.

The fortune-teller was a young man—or more accurately, a woman disguised as a man, elegant and handsome, with clear, untainted eyes.

It was the Gu Tian Ting Nü Di.

She hadn't appeared at the epoch-spanning wedding; instead, she had entered the mortal world.

"If it's not accurate, no payment."

Ye Chen pulled out a fruit from somewhere and chomped on it without a care.

"Your fate in love is perfect."

The female emperor smiled faintly, calm and serene.

"We still have a game of chess unfinished between us." Ye Chen laughed.

Under the moonlight, in the bustling mortal world, the fortune-telling table was set with an incomplete board.

The commander of the first epoch.

The commander of the second epoch.

They played a game of the mortal world, perhaps settling a karmic tie.

"Once, I had a grand wish."

"What wish?"

"To hang the female emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Court from a tree."

"Then what?"

"Then, I figured it'd be even better to carry her to bed."

"Don't joke around."

The two picked up pieces and played, chatting casually.

Did she have feelings for him?

Perhaps that's what people would ask the female emperor.

But her feelings were severed.

That would be her answer. From the moment Chu Xuan and Chu Ling were separated, she had placed all her emotions on them. If Ye Chen was her mortal attachment, then she had already let it go—a single emotion, a single fate, best forgotten in the rivers and lakes.

The game ended in a draw.

A draw was the best outcome.

"Ye Chen, invite me to watch some fireworks."

"Alright."

Instantly, a firework shot into the sky, blooming proudly in the stars like vibrant flowers or dancing butterflies, reflecting the starlight in a dreamy haze.

The female emperor tilted her face up, her beautiful eyes misty.

Fireworks were splendid, yet fleeting, much like a human life—reaching ultimate brilliance before fading into darkness, leaving no trace in the mortal world.

But she would remember its beauty.

Ye Chen left, like fading time, stepping away gradually.