Eighteen-year-old bride and eighty-year-old groom

Inside an Immortal Cave hidden within the mountain belly of the Yin Corpse Sect.

Moss covered the stone walls, and water droplets trickled down the rock crevices, splashing onto the ground to form a small puddle.

Contrasting sharply with the cold and dampness were the red silks and '囍' (double happiness) characters filling the room; red candles flickered, casting an eerie, distorted light on everything.

Inside the bridal chamber, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the earthy smell of soil, filling the nostrils.

A large red carved wooden bed was placed in the center of the stone chamber, looking out of place in this simple Immortal Cave.

The bed was covered with a brand new, large crimson brocade quilt.

Su Qinghan, wearing a large red wedding gown, huddled in the corner of the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees.

The slightly loose wedding gown could not conceal the exaggerated curve formed by her slender waist and full hips.

Her high, rounded chest was compressed by her curled knees, hinting at the astonishing uniqueness beneath.

Her beautiful eyes, which should have been sparkling and as bright as stars, now held only a deathly gray despair.

Not far from the bed, stood a man, or more precisely, an old man.

He wore the same large red wedding robe, but on him, it looked only grotesque and comical.

His face was covered in wrinkles, his hair and beard were like snow, and his entire being exuded an lingering aura of old age.

"Don't... come over!"

Su Qinghan's voice carried an uncontrollable sob, heartbreakingly mournful in the silent bridal chamber.

Her Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivation was tightly locked by a Restriction, making her no different from a Mortal. Facing this old man who was on the verge of death, she had little room to resist.

Lin Yuan stood still, not approaching.

The flickering candlelight made the deep furrows on his aged face appear even more pronounced.

Eighty years had passed since his Transmigration; he had long grown accustomed to all the scorn and ridicule of the world, his heart as still as an ancient well.

"Don't worry. I won't touch you!"

His voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, yet surprisingly calm.

"Besides, I am also a victim."

Su Qinghan's long eyelashes trembled violently, but the wariness in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

As the leader of the Righteous Path, a Disciple of the Misty Immortal Sect.

She had known since childhood that these demonic Cultivators were all eccentric, sinister, and unscrupulous in their actions.

She didn't believe a word he said.

Just like now, when the Yin Corpse Sect and the Misty Immortal Sect had a fierce conflict and a great battle, she was ambushed and captured by the Demonic Woman Xue Linglong.

She had expected to be killed directly, but instead, her cultivation was sealed, and she was brought back to their Sect.

Then, she was forcibly married to this eighty or ninety-year-old man and brought into the bridal chamber.

With such eccentric behavior, she didn't know why they were doing this!

Lin Yuan looked at her eyes, which were full of disbelief, and a self-mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Having lived two lives for nearly a century, he hadn't even touched a girl's hand.

"To be frank, and not to make you laugh, if this old man were a few years younger, facing a beauty like you, I would have pounced on you by now!"

"Alas, this old man is already at the end of his rope, willing in spirit but weak in flesh!"

"If I were to force myself with you... I'm afraid I would immediately die from exhaustion and return to the Underworld."

Hearing this, Su Qinghan's tense body relaxed slightly.

After all, Lin Yuan's words did not sound false.

But just then, an unusual wave of heat suddenly surged from her Dantian, and the hot current instantly flooded her limbs and bones.

A flush of abnormal redness rose on Su Qinghan's beautiful face.

"No... this is bad!" Her voice trembled with fear. "Before the wedding ceremony, she... she fed me... a Love Potion!"

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Su Qinghan.

Although a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, his life was more important!

"What should I do? These old bones of mine can't handle such torment!"

Then, as if he thought of something, a look of joy appeared on his face.

He patted his Storage Pouch at his waist, and a spiritual light flashed.

An old porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

"Years ago, I accidentally obtained a Clear Heart Pill, specifically for countering such charm poisons!"

Saying this, he quickly opened the stopper and poured out a dusty Medicinal Pill.

The Medicinal Pill was dull in color, and its medicinal aroma had almost completely dissipated.

This Medicinal Pill was quite precious, and he had never been willing to use it, having kept it for so many years.

But now, although this woman's magical power was sealed, Cultivators had strong bodies, and while he had cultivation, his body was decaying.

If the other party were to go wild, he couldn't guarantee he could resist.

Su Qinghan looked at the Medicinal Pill, a struggle flashing in her eyes. This Medicinal Pill was indeed quite old, and its efficacy was probably greatly diminished.

However, the internal heat waves were rising higher and higher, and her rationality was being devoured frantically.

Now she had no choice but to reach out her fair, slender hand and take the Medicinal Pill.

Then she put it into her mouth, raised her fair, slender neck, and swallowed it.

As the Medicinal Pill entered her stomach, a cool sensation spread, and the scorching heat wave slowly began to dissipate.

Su Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you!"

Her tone was still cold, but it held a touch more sincerity.

Lin Yuan saw the flush on her face slowly fade and also let out a slight sigh of relief.

But Su Qinghan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

The dissipating heat suddenly returned with an even fiercer intensity.

The flush on her cheeks deepened, and her eyes began to glaze over.

Her breathing became rapid, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with water, full of uncontrollable enchantment.

She looked at Lin Yuan, her gaze like a traveler dying of thirst in a desert seeing an oasis.

Lin Yuan looked at her and swallowed: "Uh... maybe this medicine has been sitting for fifty years, it might have... expired!"

"You... don't look at me like that, I can't do it!"

Lin Yuan's old bones couldn't handle the strain; he even suspected he might be crushed to death by her butt!

But Su Qinghan clearly felt that Lin Yuan's Medicinal Pill was not taking effect, but rather, after failing, its medicinal properties had undergone a strange transformation.

From an antidote, it had turned into a potent catalyst!

"Now... what do we do!"

Lin Yuan's mind raced, thinking of a solution: "I'll help you remove the Restriction; when you recover your magical power, maybe you can suppress the poison with your own cultivation!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Su Qinghan's dazed eyes: "Hurry! I can't hold on much longer!"

Lin Yuan struggled for a long time before climbing onto the bed, his trembling fingers pressing against Su Qinghan's back.

Her skin was burning hot to the touch.

Fortunately, he had Cultivated for many years; although his cultivation wasn't great, he still had some knowledge.

He happened to recognize this Restriction.

The magical power within his body surged from his fingertips and pressed against Su Qinghan's soft nape.

A moment later, the Restriction broke with a snap.

Su Qinghan's Qi Refining Eighth Layer magical power erupted, and she quickly sat cross-legged, circulating her magical power to suppress the constantly rising evil fire within her body.

As her magical power fought against the evil fire, the flush on Su Qinghan's cheeks began to slowly dissipate.

Lin Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid Qi, and his hanging heart also settled down.

He moved his body, slowly getting off the bed.

But Su Qinghan felt the man's aura, and at once, the evil fire could no longer be suppressed.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the last trace of clarity in her beautiful eyes completely vanished.

All that remained was raw and irresistible instinct.

A pair of fair, smooth arms directly wrapped around Lin Yuan's neck from behind, then pulled him down onto the bed!

Eighth Layer of Qi Refining against Qi Refining Third Layer.

This was an utterly one-sided crushing of strength...