Mo Liyue's eyes widened in shock, seemingly unable to believe that Xing Yuan, who had always pretended to be a fragile flower or a cunning vixen in front of her, could exhibit such a side.
However, her reaction speed was also incredibly fast. The Demon Cult's customs were open, and though she hadn't practiced them herself, she had learned much through osmosis.
She directly lowered her head and kissed Xing Yuan, silencing the mouth that had thrown her into disarray.
As their lips parted, Mo Liyue smiled brilliantly, her fingertips gently brushing the lips she had just kissed red. She laughed wantonly and solemnly promised, "Alright! As long as you dare to marry, I will surely welcome you with a hundred miles of red dowry."
Xing Yuan smiled, a hint of triumph in her eyes.
This was good! She had already married her sister. Now, let her sister marry her!
If her sister were to remember these events after her return, she could smoothly frame herself as a "victim."
"Then, shall I find myself a family first, and wait for my sister to marry me?" Xing Yuan looked up at Mo Liyue, her expression full of seriousness.
"Good." Mo Liyue couldn't help but embrace the person in front of her, her gaze incredibly gentle.
The greatest external threat had now been resolved, and they could finally relax a little.
However, the martial arts world had recently been targeted by the imperial court. Even though they belonged to the Demon Cult, they needed to act with a bit more discretion. Therefore, when Mo Liyue heard that Xing Yuan's chosen family home was the former An Yan Town, she decisively dispatched some members of the cult who were skilled in wedding matters.
Since she had promised a hundred miles of red dowry, it could only be more, not less. Her future wife deserved all the riches in the world.
This time, as the bride, Xing Yuan didn't need to worry about any preparations. She only needed to wait patiently to be married.
Her thatched hut was also directly dismantled by the enthusiastic members of the Demon Cult and replaced with a wooden house that was infinitely better.
However... Xing Yuan felt like crying without tears. Could she admit that she didn't want to experience a life of poverty and actually wanted to live in a "mansion"?
Mo Liyue, belatedly realizing something, asked with a hint of confusion, "Why are you living here? This place is too..."
Xing Yuan chuckled, "Perhaps I've had too many good days before and wanted to experience something different!
"Besides," Xing Yuan gazed at Mo Liyue with deep affection, her eyes only holding her, "if I weren't here, how could I have had the chance to meet my sister?"
"Ah Yuan is getting better and better at pleasing her sister," Mo Liyue said with a smile, masking the touch of emotion in her heart.
She was still the Saintess of the Demon Cult, after all, and so many people were watching. She needed to maintain some semblance of her dignified image.
However, as Xing Yuan suddenly stole a kiss from her, the string of reason in Mo Liyue's mind snapped.
An irresistible urge compelled Mo Liyue to pull Xing Yuan into a nearby corner and kiss her.
Her movements were now quite practiced. She could even sense which parts of Xing Yuan's body were more sensitive.
Martial artists naturally had supple and sensitive bodies, and even the slightest touch would be amplified in their senses.
Even though their actions were not overly passionate, in this environment, they evoked a powerful sense of stimulation.
Fortunately, reason ultimately curbed the impulse within them.
"If my sister desires it, then speed things up. I'm waiting to marry you!" Xing Yuan gently tugged at her collar, her disheveled hair falling across her face. Every movement exuded a beauty that made it difficult for Mo Liyue to control herself.
"Good! You wait," Mo Liyue murmured, biting Xing Yuan's earlobe.
Then, she dared not look any further and turned to leave with large strides.
Xing Yuan watched Mo Liyue's retreating back with a smile, a slight curl of her lips.
It seemed her charm was as strong as ever! Of course, she would only unleash her charm on her sister without reservation. As for others, they were not worthy of seeing this side of her.
Mo Liyue left in a flustered state. After finally returning to her room and calming herself down through meditation, Xing Yuan's previous demeanor kept reappearing in her mind.
Thinking about it carefully now, Xing Yuan had almost never behaved like that before. This meant there was only one possibility: she was deliberately seducing her.
But what could be done about it? Mo Liyue had completely fallen for her.
Both in body and soul.
Therefore, even though Mo Liyue knew Xing Yuan had some ulterior motives, she had no intention of exposing them. Instead, she issued orders to increase manpower and continue preparations for the wedding.
The person she loved deserved the best. Although Mo Liyue was already somewhat impatient, she was unwilling to compromise on this matter.
Although An Yan Town was remote, such a large-scale deployment of personnel by the Demon Cult could not help but attract the attention of some observant individuals. However, it was a tumultuous time, and even though the existence of the Demon Cult was a thorn in their side, they dared not do anything rash, fearing it would give the imperial court an opportunity.
The members of the Demon Cult were extremely enthusiastic, even though their Saintess was marrying a woman.
Loyalty was something every member of the Demon Cult had to uphold upon joining, and it was the key to the Demon Cult's continued tenacious existence over the years.
However, the preparations required time. They would need at least ten days to have everything ready.
Although there were folk customs that stipulated that betrothed couples should not see each other before the wedding, these rules were irrelevant to the two of them. They were both women, and there were no established regulations about whether seeing each other was permissible.
Thus, they obediently stayed at home during the day under the watchful eyes of the cult members. At night, they would avoid everyone and sleep together, leaving before dawn. Everything proceeded smoothly, with no one discovering anything amiss, or perhaps, if they did, they dared not speak of it.
Before the two of them were married, Mo Liyan arrived with over a thousand people.
Since neither of them had parents, Mo Liyan, as their shared disciple (brother), naturally took on the responsibility of acting as the elders.
Mo Liyan seemed to feel that he was now his master's legitimate brother-in-law and had become quite arrogant. He was beaming with joy while attending as an elder, unable to close his mouth.
Mo Liyue would not indulge him. However, considering it was her wedding day, she did not resort to physical action. She merely glared at Mo Liyan, telling him to restrain himself.
Normally, Mo Liyue's glare was effective. However, on this day, Mo Liyan seemed determined to let loose and showed no intention of holding back. He even occasionally joined the surrounding onlookers, urging the two of them to participate in some entertainment activities.
The challenges they were given became increasingly bizarre, sometimes even requiring them to perform strange actions to show their seriousness about the marriage.