So, Let's Get Married

Early morning.

The leaves rustle, and the sea of clouds flows gently.

The wind swept up withered and flourishing leaves, swirling and falling beside a blue-and-white glass vase by the window, which did not match the pure white roses blooming inside, because the two seasons were not symmetrical.

This is a unique sight that only appears naturally in Mount Taixu, where all four seasons exist.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter can always reveal their subtle flavors in a tiny detail.

However, with the normalization of the earth's veins and magnetic field, this unusual phenomenon is now just a few remnants left over from thousands of years ago. Perhaps in a few hundred years, we will no longer be able to see this breathtaking scene.

The boy blinked, his long eyelashes trembling as they unfurled, revealing a pair of clear, black-and-white eyes. He seemed to still have some drowsiness left, his eyes glistening with a misty moisture, as if he wanted to close his eyes again and go back to sleep almost immediately.

Having experienced the highly developed periods of the post-era and the previous one, the mountains of this era are indeed so boring that it's more practical to just take a nap.

Therefore, there is no guilt about waking up late.

But the sensations transmitted through the body made it belatedly realize that something was wrong. A warm and rhythmic breath was blowing on the nerve endings near the ear, instantly dispelling the summer fatigue.

He opened his eyes again, looked down at the pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, and at his hand that had instinctively covered the other person's hand, and fell silent.

My memory goes back to yesterday evening.

Someone brazenly and naturally pulled himself onto a bed, using himself as a pillow to fall asleep, seemingly taking advantage of his young age and showing no fear of getting into trouble.

But considering Chi Yuan's behavior and actions at Cloud Dragon Waterfall, Su Qing'an vaguely felt that... even if her body recovered completely, the other party wouldn't have any concerns.

Su Qing'an was being squeezed tightly by her, and he could clearly feel the other person's slightly immature yet still alluring softness on his back. He clearly had his eyes downcast and couldn't turn around, but Mona Shi took in the other person's figure as if from God's perspective.

The girl's breasts were full, their undulating whiteness concealed by a light silk undergarment, outlining a beautiful and alluring shape. Her waist was slender, revealing a section of fair skin, through which one could vaguely see her belly button, which stretched vertically like a line. The edges of the rolled-up fabric revealed glimpses of skin that glowed with a faint coral pink in the sunlight.

Her slender neck was slightly bent, her figure graceful and radiant, a strand of gray hair slipped down her soft white earlobe and fell in front of her neck, her whole silhouette was bathed in the soft light cast from the window, giving her a gentle outline.

It is currently the height of summer, and Fuyun Temple, located in the Mount Taixu, is naturally quite hot as it best reflects the normal seasons in Shenzhou.

Therefore, the immortal's smooth skin was exposed, wearing only a sleeveless summer dress. His bare shoulders were smooth and even, and the half-open shirt barely covered the top of his thighs.

Her legs were wrapped around the thin blanket and draped over his waist. You could tell from the touch that her thighs were fleshier, but it was still hard to find any excess fat around them. They were still very soft and elastic.

Su Qing'an found it hard to calm down. Perhaps it was because the girl had been accustomed to practicing martial arts since childhood, her whole body was perfectly proportioned. She was not overly thin, but rather plump and attractive in some places. Her body had a firm yet soft feel, making one wonder how alluring and seductive she would be if time had not stopped at the age of 17.

Even if it's just a developmental stage that's currently stagnant and only scratching the surface, it's still hard for an ordinary person to endure.

The same applies to Su Qing'an. Strong willpower does not mean the absence of worldly desires, and for some reason, her body is responding with a more intense physiological reaction than usual today. In addition, it is morning, just after Awakened, making it even more difficult to suppress in every sense.

What's wrong with Hua today? Su Qing'an remembers that Hua's sleeping posture has always been very peaceful, especially after experiencing the trials of time, she is probably even more serene. It is obviously very rare for her to look so charming and girlish today.

Did they really use me as a body pillow last night?

The boy's earlobes flushed red from the man's unconscious breath. He felt that continuing the situation would likely spiral out of control, so he softly called out:

"Hua, it's morning."

Fu Hua's sleep is very light because, as Fusion Warrior, she is almost detached from normal human physiology and does not have the same fixed dependence on sleep as ordinary people.

In a sense, her sleep is almost purely a matter of habit, much like how immortals who practice fasting live on qi but still obtain nutrients from grains.

The girl could also barely survive without food and rely on the Heaven and Earth Qi to live, but that would be uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Among all the Fusion Warrior, apart from her Gene Ability, almost all the others who could do it were monsters whose normal state was close to Artificial Honkai Collapse.

It is precisely because they have broken free from and distanced themselves from the constraints of carbon-based life that they are able to remove these inherent limitations.

Hearing the boy's call, she blinked almost the next breath, opened her eyes, and her consciousness slowly rose from the turbulent Mind Lake, regaining her ability to think.

But the girl blinked her still sleepy eyes and habitually pulled the human-shaped pillow in her arms closer to herself. Her slow and languid movements made Su Qing'an speechless. During this process, her crystal lips moved closer to the person's earlobe, almost pecking at it, nearly touching the skin.

The immortal woke up, but because she was sleeping with Su Qing'an, her sleep was more relaxed and peaceful than ever before, like a deer resting in an ancient forest, free from natural enemies, sleeping soundly and carefree.

Therefore, even if one is fully conscious, there is no inclination to get up immediately.

Well, their first reaction was probably similar to Su Qing'an's; they both wanted to go back to sleep.

Following the logic of wanting to continue sleeping, it naturally evolves into hugging a pillow.

Something's not right.

Why does this "pillow" seem bigger than before?

She briefly felt the flesh and blood of the person in her arms, then opened her half-closed eyes, which shimmered with a hint of understanding. She then parted her lips and whispered:

"Qing'an, you've grown up."

Su Qing'an didn't think the other person was making a dirty joke—even though it was indeed a double entendre—because, possessing the Manas consciousness, he realized that his physiological desires were stronger than before, and that this was simply an objective fact.

Her original physical age of about thirteen years old suddenly increased to around fifteen years old overnight. Considering this era and Fu Hua's frozen physical age, she was already old enough to get married normally.

As for the corresponding signs, they had already appeared after returning to the Proper World from the Lostbelt. However, the changes were too subtle at that time, and although the two noticed them, they could only let them be for the time being.

The only plausible reason is that it devoured a large number of demonic corpses that were essentially illusory and filled with quantum energy.

After all, apart from that, Su Qing'an couldn't think of any external factors that could affect the growth rate of his body, but more than that, he didn't want to continue being held in the other person's arms as a pillow.

After fully regaining his memories, whether or not to suppress his desires was a rather ambiguous issue, and the young man naturally didn't want to face such a choice at this time. He said:

"Hmm, so I think we should get up and analyze this problem first."

Upon hearing this, the girl's mind wavered slightly. A question she had long refused to ponder resurfaced in her mind, causing a surge of irritation. A rare hint of melancholy crept into her lowered eyes, which she then forcefully suppressed.

Cherish the present; worry about the rest later.

Fu Hua tilted her head forward slightly, her lips lightly pecking behind the person's ear, giving a soft and warm touch, pressing against the skin and sensing the other person's subconscious trembling, without any intention of replying.

She gently scratched her abdomen through the fabric with her soft hand resting on the man's waist, and whispered:

"It's yours now, you can use it for whatever you want."

A pavilion near the temple.

The two were neatly dressed and faced each other across the distance.

It was already after breakfast.

Su Qing'an felt a complex mix of emotions as she was forced to adopt a healthier lifestyle.

Why is it always me who initiates these kinds of things? It's so strange.

It was one thing to be aware of what happened at Cloud Dragon Waterfall, but since my memory hadn't returned, I was in a very passive position and it's normal that they gained the upper hand.

However, the stimulation encountered in the Imaginary World this time was enough to fully restore his personality, and the related memories were also complete. The fact that he was dominated by someone else seems to indicate that it was purely a matter of personality compatibility.

... If his opponent were Fu Hua, who was truly 17 years old in the previous era, he would certainly not lose.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that if it were Young Hua, she wouldn't dare to make a move at all. A few stolen kisses would be the limit. How could she possibly be as direct and irresistible as the previous ones?

Upon realizing this, Su Qing'an felt relieved and secretly resolved never to sleep with Hua again before their actual marriage.

His current physical age is sufficient for him to seek pleasure, get married, and have children, which is completely different from his more celibate childhood. If he were to sleep with his partner Tiāntiān, he would probably have to be prepared for consistently poor sleep quality or other problems.

Su Qing'an took a sip of the fragrant tea brewed from freshly picked tea leaves from nearby and looked at the person sitting opposite her.

The girl wore a dark black Daoist robe with wide sleeves that did not appear bulky, presumably just for decoration. Overall, the fabric was quite fitted, and the pattern and the part that turned at the waistline accentuated the figure, making her look exceptionally slender.

This is probably a design created by a friend.

According to Xiao Xuan, she was designed from the beginning to make the life of the Immortal Chi Yuan more colorful. Therefore, the database contains a large number of clothing design drawings from the previous era. After comparing the styles and cultures of the corresponding dynasties, she can automatically combine elements to innovate and finally reproduce them with some instruments left in Mount Taixu.

This is why the Immortal Chi Yuan could enjoy a good quality of life without having to worry about buying clothes.

The various facilities on Mount Taixu were, in a sense, very well thought out. It seems that Cang Xuan and Dan Zhu had considered the issue of lifespan long ago and devoted a lot of effort to it, making many preparations in advance...

Even Su Qing'an had arrived here after thousands of years, could still glimpse the good intentions of the two in some details and ingenuity during her time here. It was as if they were proving in the dark that some warmth would not be completely erased by time. Even now, they were still trying to maintain a Pure Land in the immortal's heart, hoping that she could have her own happiness.

It's a bit strange, really.

Aside from that, when the boy first glimpsed the person's slender and supple waist, his first reaction was actually to touch it—the slightly resilient yet bouncy feel, the snow-white skin beneath the fabric, and that adorable belly...

I'm not quite the same person I used to be anymore.

Something's not right. Theoretically, he should have entered a state of post-coital reflection, so why is his mind still so active?

The girl's long, winter-gray hair was tied into a ponytail that draped down her back. Her cool, aloof brows and delicate face, bathed in the light, resembled a canvas painted with colorful ink, making her even more captivating and beautiful. She placed the fragrant tea in her hand on the table and said softly:

"Will you wash those bedding later, or will I?"

Su Qing'an's hand, which was resting on the teacup, suddenly froze. For the two of them, who had extremely high precision in controlling Honkai Energy, there was absolutely no need for discussion. It was something that could be done in almost a minute. Bringing it up now was probably just to see an interesting expression on his face.

In fact, she was very successful.

Even though the boy's expression remained unchanged, only a few subtle movements hinted at his inner turmoil. Fu Hua, observing this, found it amusing enough. She pursed her lips and smiled, saying:

"Just kidding. Do you feel any other changes in your body?"

Su Qing'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt he wasn't in the wrong, but for some reason, he had a strange feeling that his aura had been overwhelmed, making him feel completely manipulated. However, this wasn't important; as long as he could avoid the topic in time, he would reply immediately:

"There are no deeper changes, at least I can't sense them."

The boy glanced at his hands, which were a little bigger than before. For some reason, the scars that had faded back on them reappeared—marks left from the wounds inflicted by wielding the Spear of Longinus in the Nine Nether, now healed. It seemed that as his memories returned, the experiences once etched into his soul were gradually reappearing in this form.

On the other hand, the thorn-like patterns on the chest, arms, and ankles vaguely outline the former appearance in light colors, making one wonder if it will eventually return to its state at the beginning of the previous era.

More importantly, in addition to these scars that have existed for a very long time, there are illusory marks that resemble thorns intertwined and intertwined, mixed with black fire patterns, spreading and encircling the entire torso, as if symbolizing the scene on that day when the Manas consciousness was stripped away and burned, and he died on the throne entangled in chains of thorns and gold.

Even if it's just a pattern resembling a tattoo or Stigmata, the moment he sees such a sight, he can instantly empathize with the suffering he once faced, the feeling of his soul being peeled away inch by inch, his memories and emotions being gradually eroded into emptiness—a feeling he never wants to experience again in this life.

If she could, Su Qing'an wouldn't even want to recall a single feeling from that time.

On the other hand, being entangled by these strange marks that appear and disappear all over the body is quite troublesome.

He continued:

"The scars from my previous injuries are gradually becoming visible. Let's see if there are any changes in a few more days."

Fu Hua frowned and asked:

"If your sudden growth can be explained by eating those demons, then what about these scars?"

Su Qing'an thought for a moment and said:

"You should remember that my corpse in the Nine Nether Netherworlds was in a mutilated state. My entire arm was chopped off by Ji... the enemy, and there was a huge, irreparable hole in my chest cavity."

"But after the restart, all the damage and injuries were completely repaired, leaving only corresponding scars. I guess this is the god's own philosophy, like collecting medals."

"And the reason I survived this time is because of the restart. Unlike before, I feel that I should have left no trace, whether in terms of soul or body. Although I don't know how the gods did it, this body is a mortal body that He created. It's not surprising that He would inscribe these things that belong to my past according to His interests."

"As for the Karma relationship between physical growth and scarring, it's roughly that the closer the body is to its age at death, the more it will revert to a corresponding state."

"We'll know whether all these scars will reappear when I reach the age of twenty."

The immortal remained silent for a moment upon hearing this. A god?

Although she wouldn't have met Su Qing'an and wouldn't have been able to make up for the regrets that followed if this unknown dimension hadn't existed, she still disliked the fact that there was an unknown entity behind him controlling everything about him.

If it can give life, it can also give death.

This kind of vague and intangible unease is difficult to dispel by any means.

Ultimately, compared to the Honkai she had been fighting against, the so-called gods were probably much more difficult to deal with.

The former can be gradually understood as the struggle progresses, while the latter is like a mirage, unattainable and impossible to measure.

But at this moment, compared to this mysterious existence that we don't know how far away we will have to face, or even that we will never have to face at all.

The details revealed by Su Qing'an's physical changes today indirectly corroborate the issues he had previously been unwilling to consider.

The girl pursed her lips, looked into the man's eyes and brows, and asked softly:

"If you can't fill that gene accumulation gap, your lifespan will still be limited by this body, right?"

Su Qing'an, sensing the mortal-like metabolism of this body and the tattered Abyss Flower within the Soul Hall, smiled and said:

"Yes."

"So, let's get married."