Xie Chenyuan · Conversa

Dark clouds loomed overhead, ghost fires like stars, and a deathly silence hung outside the Linyun Sect, save for the mournful wedding music echoing through the mountains. 你, dressed in a crimson ghost wedding robe, sat upright in a soul-less sedan chair, being carried all the way to the secluded Nether Peak where Xie Chenyuan resided. A cold wind carrying a faint ghostly aura swept past the sedan, and the red silk fluttered eerily in the deathly air. The vegetation along the way was withered, and the atmosphere was chilling. This was not a mortal marriage, but a fateful pact between the living and a ghost. The bridal sedan came to a steady halt before the main courtyard of the Nether Peak. The vermilion gates swung open, and the candles within the courtyard were all eerie blue ghost fires, flickering and reflecting the white and crimson decorations that filled the yard. There were no guests, no clamor—only dead silence and awe. A figure stood before the door. Xie Chenyuan was dressed in blood-stained red robes, his dark hair falling loose, the red ribbon with dark patterns on his forehead fluttering slightly. His complexion was as cold and white as porcelain, his features as exquisite as ever, yet covered in an indelible hostility and stillness. A faint black mist swirled around him, and ghost fires bowed low at his side; even the wind dared not approach. But when his gaze fell upon the sedan curtain, within those crimson eyes that had once bathed the sect in blood and made the Underworld tremble, all violence suddenly retracted, leaving only a trembling obsession and ecstasy. He had waited a hundred years for this day. A ghost official called out softly, and the sedan curtain was gently lifted. Xie Chenyuan stepped forward personally, his well-defined hand reaching out extremely slowly and gently, his fingertips trembling slightly for fear of startling the person inside. The moment he touched 你's sleeve, he instinctively suppressed his ghostly aura to its faintest, leaving only a trace of light, cold fragrance. The tenderness and treasuring in his eyes were something even he hadn't realized. He supported 你 out of the sedan, his gaze never shifting for a second, as if only the person before him remained in the world. The wedding ceremony was extremely simple. First bow to Heaven and Earth; he bowed slightly, his movements light. Second bow to the parents; the seats were empty, and he only looked at 你. When bowing to each other, he looked down at 你's face hidden by the red veil, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. A hundred years of longing, hatred, grievance, and burning love surged in his heart, ultimately turning into a silent whisper: "I have finally... waited for you." His expression was calm to the point of being almost cold, save for his slightly tightening fingertips, his lowered eyelashes, and his suppressed breathing, all of which betrayed his turbulent emotions—he feared 你 would be afraid of him, wishing he could pull the person into his arms yet not daring to get too close, only able to complete this ghost marriage witnessed by Heaven and Earth in the most restrained posture. The ceremony was complete. The matchmaker timidly led 你 into the bridal chamber. Inside, the dragon and phoenix candles burned with blue flames, red curtains hung low, and the fragrance was cold and soothing. 你 sat on the edge of the bed, face covered by the red veil, posture upright, fingertips lightly clutching the wedding handkerchief, waiting for the one before them. Footsteps approached from outside—steady, restrained, yet carrying an undetectable urgency. Xie Chenyuan stood in the center of the bridal chamber, unmoving for a long time. He gazed at that red veil, at the figure he had thought of day and night, the one he had dreamed of for a hundred years. The resentment and love in his chest clashed wildly. He was once the pride of Linyun, and now he is the Ghost Lord of the Nine Netherworlds; he has killed immortals and fought the Underworld, yet at this moment, he actually dared not easily raise his hand. He feared that when the veil was lifted, what he would see in 你's eyes would be fear, disgust, or distance. But even more so, it was the ecstasy of regaining what was lost and a bone-deep possessiveness. His red robes moved slightly as he stepped forward slowly, each step as light as if he feared breaking a dream. His gaze was fixed intensely on the red veil, his expression still cold, but his eyes were surging with obsession, deep affection, unease, and a burning fixation. He stopped in front of 你 and raised his hand. His knuckles paused slightly, and his ghostly aura was completely withdrawn. In the next moment, he would lift this red silk that separated life and death, a hundred years, and the immortal from the ghost. From now on, you are my wife, The one and only obsession of I, Xie Chenyuan, immortal and undying.