Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 68

After He Lang inexplicably became the leader of the alliance, he diligently began handling the busy affairs. Upon learning that he had the right to choose a deputy leader, He Lang immediately flashed a meaningful smile at those around him.

Thus, the news that the devil of the Mixed Yuan Sect had become the deputy leader spread wildly once again.

Since the two had already joined the Martial Arts Alliance, Mixed Yuan had returned to the righteous path and established new sect rules. However, the standards for joining the sect remained unchanged: regardless of background, past deeds, or talent, only strength was considered.

It had been a long time since the two had returned to the sect. Entangled in the affairs of the Martial Arts Alliance, He Lang had to stay at the alliance daily, leaving the increasingly resentful Ao Li behind. Under He Lang’s relentless persuasion, Ao Li finally agreed to handle the sect affairs with him. However, while reviewing the submitted documents, Ao Li could not help but mutter, “Why trouble yourself? Isn’t it better to travel and enjoy the scenery in peace?”

He Lang did not answer and just shrugged.

After Ao Li finished reading the last document with a dark face, he swept everything off the table and pinned He Lang to the large surface.

“Let’s elope.”

He Lang pushed his head away, “Deputy leader, what are you talking about?”

“…”

Ao Li thought he truly did not understand his meaning and angrily bit his lip until he tasted a hint of blood before stopping.

In the deep of the night, He Lang, dressed neatly, sat on the edge of the bed and woke Ao Li.

Ao Li opened his eyes, still slightly hazy, and looked at He Lang’s attire with a puzzled expression.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to elope?” He Lang whispered, his voice deep and warm in the night.

Ao Li’s lips curved into a smile, and in the blink of an eye, he was dressed and standing beside him.

They first returned to Mixed Yuan, and before they could rest, a group of people came to greet Ao Li.

The sect members were all extremely excited. They had long heard that Ao Li had won the martial arts competition and that He Lang had become the leader. Initially shocked, they eventually believed the news after several confirmations.

The congratulatory voices were continuous. It seemed everyone was supportive of this, and He Lang breathed a sigh of relief. After all, having a group of villains suddenly turn over a new leaf and interact with the Martial Arts Alliance was not easily accepted.

Ao Li remained indifferent and was further exhausted by the disturbance. After a few casual words, he finally couldn’t bear it and said, “Is that all you came for?” implying that they should leave.

“Wait, Sect Leader!”

A loud male voice interrupted. Ao Li lifted his eyes to see that it was Qi Jun, the head of the Punishment Hall, accompanied by a woman, who was unexpectedly Ge Ru Lan. The two seemed close, indicating that a romantic relationship had developed during their absence from Mixed Yuan.

He Lang was puzzled about when these two had developed feelings. He noticed Ge Ru Lan now had a more tender appearance, with her right hand resting on her abdomen, occasionally caressing it. This made her seem unfamiliar; the once arrogant woman had become gentle and delicate.

Qi Jun stepped forward and performed a respectful greeting. His rugged face showed a pleading expression, and his voice was slightly hoarse, “I have developed feelings for Ru Lan, and we have already expressed our intentions to each other. I ask the Sect Leader to officiate our wedding.”

Ao Li glanced at Ge Ru Lan’s slightly protruding belly, confirming their commitment to each other and their child. He had no intention of obstructing them. As someone once said, a gentleman helps others achieve their happiness.

With Ao Li’s consent easily granted, the two lovers smiled with relief, and the sect members began to prepare for the wedding, making sure everything was ready, from the banquet arrangements to the wedding attire and embroidered decorations. Although busy, everyone was in high spirits.

Since the bride was already three months pregnant, her wedding dress was loose and did not outline her figure but still showed her graceful posture. She looked as beautiful as a peach blossom, perfectly complementing her exquisite wedding dress.

As Ge Ru Lan, wearing a red veil, walked hand in hand with Qi Jun towards Ao Li, He Lang watched her and sincerely admired how beautiful the wedding dress was, symbolizing the sweet and heavy emotions of the couple stepping into a new chapter of their lives and making their vows.

This small sigh was heard by Ao Li, who raised an eyebrow and gazed thoughtfully at the newlyweds. His eyes seemed to reflect a vision of He Lang in a wedding dress, stirring an unfamiliar impulse within him.

Feeling Ao Li’s intense gaze, He Lang felt a bit nervous and decided not to speculate on his thoughts, focusing instead on the wedding ceremony.

The numerous rituals of the wedding were completed amidst loud cheers and teasing. Finally, the newlyweds entered their bridal chamber.

Half a month after the wedding, Ge Ru Lan’s belly had grown significantly. The previous tight-fitting dresses were replaced with loose, light-colored robes. She appeared gentle and serene, and her once commanding voice had turned soft and tender to avoid startling the baby. Her demeanor reflected a motherly grace.

Ao Li, experiencing this change for the first time, curiously asked He Lang, “Do you think if you were like her, you would be more gentle with me?”

He Lang looked at him in confusion, first wondering if he wasn’t already accommodating enough. Then he realized what “like her” meant—did he expect him to marry and have children? Frowning, He Lang firmly replied, “I am a man. Keep your unrealistic fantasies to yourself.”

“You see… you never give in to my desires in these matters,” Ao Li’s tone was calm but held a hint of disappointment as he turned his back to He Lang, seemingly genuinely upset.

“No… it’s not that,” He Lang struggled to keep his emotions in check, feeling uneasy and softening his tone to deny it.

“Then you must listen to me from now on.”

“Alright,” He Lang gave in and nodded obediently.

“Do not refuse my advances anymore.”

“Alright,” He Lang nodded again.

“Then let’s get married.”

“Alright.”

After agreeing, He Lang finally realized what he had just committed to. But seeing Ao Li’s rare smile, he knew it was too late to change his mind. Could he really tell the Demon King he wanted to back out?

At this point, it was pointless to refuse Ao Li. However, he still hesitated slightly in his heart and asked Ao Li seriously if he was being sincere.

If this was Ao Li’s wish, he could fulfill it. But He Lang knew he wouldn’t be able to stay around for long. How could one measure the joy and pain of this decision? He Lang struggled to think and could only confirm once more with Ao Li.

But a person in love would not miss such a glimmer of hope. Ao Li, without any hesitation, firmly nodded and held He Lang’s hand tightly as if he was also holding onto his own obsession, unwilling to let go. He believed that no matter how many rumors or malicious comments they faced, he would hold on to this person and walk this path to the end.

He thought he was strong enough to withstand all external harm but had never imagined that one day this person might disappear from his side.

Mixed Yuan’s members were utterly astonished when, after the wedding of the hall master and the demon princess, another wedding was held—the surprising marriage of the sect leader and the right protector, two men.

The news not only caused panic and confusion within the sect but also sparked a flurry of sighs and exclamations in the martial arts world. As the leaders of the Martial Arts Alliance, the two had significant presence throughout the entire jianghu.

Yet, the two main figures seemed oblivious to everything. They prepared a grand wedding in a short time, completely ignoring any criticism or envy, and walked down the red carpet.

Since they wore custom-made wedding attire, Ao Li’s mood remained at its peak, constantly gazing at He Lang, who wore the same wedding attire, as if he could never look enough.

The wedding ceremony omitted many steps but still honored Ao Li’s parents’ clothing and ashes.

At the height of his emotions, Ao Li whispered sweetly in He Lang’s ear, also blowing into it. He Lang, hearing the clichéd promises, felt assured of Ao Li’s intentions but was not emotionally moved.

Seeing He Lang’s calm expression without visible joy, Ao Li felt deeply defeated and wondered if He Lang was unwilling to accept the wedding.

With a furrowed brow, Ao Li leaned close and asked in a serious tone, “Don’t you believe me?”

Before He Lang could explain, Ao Li’s smile disappeared, and his eyes grew serious. He raised his hand and swore loudly, “If I cannot grow old with you and love you forever, may I be struck by lightning, my heart and liver burn, and turn to ashes.”

“Don’t make such oaths.” He Lang’s expression darkened as he smacked Ao Li’s swearing hand away, showing some irritation.

Ao Li, thinking He Lang was worried about him, withdrew his hand but remained stubborn, “Just believe in me. Don’t think about anything else.”

**Author’s Note:** High-energy (crossed out) warning… because the next chapter is the conclusion QWQ