Chapter 109: A Wedding Dowry for My Nian Nian

Jiang Niannian ate her Sedge Cakes while Yin Buqi nonchalantly selected a few attendants from the crowd.

She watched as the attendants struggled to maintain their composure, their expressions eerily reminiscent of students being called to the blackboard by a math teacher—faces filled with dread as if facing their impending doom.

Jiang Niannian found it strange. No one begged for mercy or resisted; they simply stepped forward obediently to meet their fate.

What she didn’t know was that before her arrival, many had resisted—only to meet an even more gruesome death.

Perplexed, Jiang Niannian asked, “What are you doing?”

Yin Buqi replied, “A spy has exposed Qingqiu’s location. The Three Great Immortal Sects have sent numerous infiltrators. I’m just taking care of them.”

“Huh? How did that happen?”

“Nian Nian, don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Jiang Niannian still looked concerned. “But—”

Yin Buqi grasped her hand.

“Don’t worry. Any cultivator who comes, I will kill.”

She gazed at him for a long moment before stepping forward to wrap her arms around his waist.

“I don’t want you to carry everything alone.”

“Alright.”

Yin Buqi pressed a tender kiss to her hair.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you somewhere.”

…

Jiang Niannian stood before a vast, breathtaking landscape, momentarily stunned.

It was a hidden paradise, overflowing with spiritual energy—like a real-life utopia.

The scenery was as if painted in delicate ink wash: misty mountains and flowing waters, an elegant and tranquil palette. Streams and waterfalls cascaded down the cliffs, and the sky was adorned with drifting clouds and soft red mists. They stood in the middle of a vast open space, surrounded by nothing but ethereal beauty.

“Where is this?”

Yin Buqi replied, “This place is called ‘Endless Night.’ It is said that before the Era of Wen Shili, a great cultivator of the Grand Ascension stage lived here—Dao Lord Cang Hua. Originally named ‘Zang Hua’ (Buried Flowers), he changed his title because ‘Zang’ carried too much yin energy. This was his secluded sanctuary.”

Jiang Niannian asked, “How did you find this place?”

“I stumbled upon it while reading ancient texts in the library.”

“Are we here to find Dao Lord Cang Hua?”

Yin Buqi shook his head.

“No. He’s already dead.”

Jiang Niannian was surprised.

“Dead? How did he die?”

“His Dao lineage was strong, and he was on the verge of ascension—until he suddenly succumbed to demonic corruption. The Four Great Immortal Sects joined forces to eradicate him.”

Yin Buqi’s gaze darkened.

“It’s quite strange.”

Jiang Niannian felt a pang of pity before asking, “Then why did we come here?”

“In the future, a palace will be built here. If you ever grow tired of Qingqiu, you can live here instead.”

“But this land has no owner,” she pointed out. How could he just claim it?

“I’ve already set up an enchantment. It belongs to you now.”

As he spoke, Yin Buqi gestured toward the distant mountains shrouded in mist.

Jiang Niannian chuckled. “What do I need such a vast territory for?”

Yin Buqi merely smiled. With his other hand, he gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. His red eyes, deep as a bottomless well, overflowed with an intoxicating tenderness as he gazed at her.

He murmured, “From here to the border of Qingqiu—eighteen thousand eight hundred miles of land, all for my Nian Nian… as your wedding dowry.”

His cool palm lingered against her cheek, the touch so gentle yet binding—like silken threads wrapping around her heart, tightening with an overwhelming intensity.

Gradually, Jiang Niannian felt the skin under his touch grow unbearably hot, her face tinged with a warm blush.

“So… all these days, you’ve been leaving frequently to set up this enchantment?”

“Mhm. In three months, there will be an auspicious day.” Yin Buqi’s gaze was unwavering.

“Nian Nian, I want—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Niannian leaned in and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It was rare for her to be so bold and passionate.

Yin Buqi’s pupils flickered slightly. He suddenly straightened, placing a hand on her slender waist. Her breath hitched, and his long fingers lightly brushed against her skin.

Jiang Niannian’s breath turned into soft, pleading murmurs—one after another, growing increasingly desperate.

“Yin Buqi, let go… we’re outside…”

“There’s no one around.”

“No, it’s too embarrassing…”

“Nian Nian.”

His tail involuntarily appeared, coiling gently around her waist and slowly tightening.

It slid under the side of her dress, brushing against her skin—like a silent yet undeniable invitation.

“You really are impossible,” Jiang Niannian huffed, her face completely flushed.

Yin Buqi’s red eyes narrowed slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Every sensation seemed to converge on her touch.

Without hesitation, he summoned a small barrier and pulled her inside.

Nine long black tails wrapped around her tightly, encircling her from her ankles to her waist, their soft, plush fur almost swallowing her whole.

And then, within the barrier, sounds that made one’s face burn occasionally drifted out.

At the very end, Jiang Niannian whispered softly, “Buqi, if it’s you… I’m willing.”

…

After returning to Qingqiu, Yin Buqi immediately ordered the construction of a palace in Endless Night.

For more than half a month, he never left Qingqiu, dispatching patrols daily to monitor the enchanted boundaries.

Sealed off from the outside world, Qingqiu felt like an impenetrable fortress.

Then one day, the last remaining spy was finally exposed.

At first glance, the person looked unremarkable, but they were actually at the Void Refinement stage—a high-ranking cultivator in the immortal sects. Hiding their identity, they had posed as a lowly attendant, secretly slaughtering many Qingqiu Nine-Tails and smuggling their tails out for the sects to use in cultivation and alchemy.

The Three Great Immortal Sects had gone to great lengths to plant this spy, but within three months, Yin Buqi had uncovered them.

As a warning to others, Yin Buqi gathered everyone and had the traitor bound to a pillar and burned alive.

The raging orange flames devoured him completely, incinerating both body and soul.

Even as he perished, his venomous curse echoed through Qingqiu—

He declared that Qingqiu would never prevail against humanity, that it was doomed to fall.

But no one cared.

Because every Qingqiu Nine-Tails held absolute faith in their young lord, Yin Buqi.

They believed that his ancestral bloodline would lead them back to their former glory.

That night, candlelight flickered.

Jiang Niannian leaned over from behind, wrapping her arms around Yin Buqi’s shoulders, resting her chin in the crook of his neck. Her bright almond eyes glanced at the open scroll on the table.

“Buqi, what are you looking at?”

Yin Buqi, somewhat distracted, replied, “Studying the Puppet String Technique.”

“What kind of spell is that? Why are you suddenly interested in it?”

Seeing that Yin Buqi didn’t answer, Jiang Niannian turned away, looking slightly upset.

Yin Buqi sighed, setting the scroll aside. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

She glared at him fiercely, pouting. “For an entire month, you wouldn’t let me do anything while you searched for spies. I’m bored to death!”

With her round almond eyes wide open, she looked just like an angry little cat.

Yin Buqi chuckled, his laughter wicked and sultry. With a low, teasing voice, he asked, “Even with me here, Nian Nian is still bored?”

His tone was serious.

Jiang Niannian pursed her lips and muttered, “Yes.”

Yin Buqi’s gaze grew even more indulgent.

He whispered by her ear, “Give me two more days. Then, I’ll take you out to play.”