Vahn gently rubbed Seraphina's back, his cold expression melting into tenderness. "Wifey, your wish is my command. We will have the grandest wedding the world has ever seen. We can secure the treasure later."

Seraphina should have been happy. Her husband had prioritized her emotional needs over his raw ambition. But she wasn't.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the increasingly volatile elemental vortex in the sky. She realized that if they lost the treasure here, the other Saintesses and the Demonic Geniuses might get their hands on it, leading to their doom in this Secret Realm.

Her small, petty wish for a perfect, formal reunion with her husband could become the reason for their mutual downfall.

If that happens, she would never be able to forgive herself for such selfishness. She was in an agony of dilemma.

Just then, the Sky Dragon's next proposal broke through all her hesitation.

"Don't be so hasty, Humans," the Dragon rumbled, still trying to grasp the confusing human customs. "I don't understand why you two are hesitating so much. If you two love each other, you should be able to mate anywhere. Mating is fine; we dragons mate anytime we want."

The Dragon, interpreting the "formal wedding" as merely a matter of privacy and spiritual acknowledgment, offered a compromise.

"Still, if you care so much about this 'marriage' thing, I can hold a marriage for you two with a Guardian's Blessing, and I assure you no one will be able to watch you two performing the Rite. My power can weave a create spatial isolation around you."

The Dragon's offer was ludicrous, yet it was the perfect solution. The Dragon was offering a private, sealed ceremony blessed by an ancient Guardian.

This acknowledgment satisfied Seraphina's spiritual need for a "wedding" while meeting the immediate crisis.

Seraphina's blush remained, but her dilemma was instantly resolved. This was her chance to do something for husband, and she didn't want to miss it.

Seraphina looked Vahn straight in the eye, her blue eyes shining with newfound determination that eclipsed any remaining shyness. The acquisition of the divine treasures and their own safety was more important than formality.

"Vahn, I think we should accept the Sky Dragon's offer now," she stated firmly. "I am ready to perform the Dual Cultivation with you."

"Are you sure?" Vahn asked, the question full of sincerity, though his own heart pounding heavily in his chest.

"Yes," she affirmed, looking absolutely resolute.

After receiving her unwavering confirmation, Vahn's eyes swept over Seraphina's holy physique, his cold ambition briefly overtaken by primal desire.

Her large, firm breasts, the luscious, sweet lips he had tasted before, her enchanting blue eyes—all stirred a forbidden desire within him, a hunger he no longer had to suppress.

The Sky Dragon sensed the shift in intent and responded immediately. Its powerful voice boomed, now filled with satisfaction.

"Excellent! The fate of the Eternal Phoenix lies in your hand!"

The Dragon raised one colossal claw, channeling its immense elemental power.

The air around Vahn and Seraphina instantly intensified, not with lightning, but with pure, life-giving essence.

"I offer the Guardian's Blessing!" the Dragon declared. "May your union be eternal, and may the power flow between you be complete!"

The light surrounding them was so intense it forced the Stone Monkey King to shield its eyes.

It was a formal, albeit bizarre, wedding ceremony—a blessing acknowledged by the ancient laws of the Secret Realm.

Immediately following the blessing, the Dragon used its innate power. The chaotic elemental vortex in the sky was momentarily suppressed.

A shimmering spatial curtain, thick and utterly soundproof, dropped down around Vahn and Seraphina, isolating them completely from the world.

Within the cocoon of pure spatial isolation, the true act began.

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(AN: Warning! Explicit sexual content ahead! )

Vahn and Seraphina found themselves seated on top of a massive bed, heaped high with soft silk and scattered with flowers that released a sweet, fragrant scent.

The entire environment felt explicitly crafted as a nuptial chamber.

The only thing missing was Seraphina's bridal gown and Vahn's groom attire.

Seraphina was visibly nervous, her usual Saintess composure disrupted. She kept her eyes lowered, avoiding Vahn's intense gaze.

Before proceeding, Vahn offered her a final way out, his voice filled with genuine concern rather than his usual cynical calculation. "Are you truly ready, Seraphina? I mean, you don't have to force yourself. We can fight that perverted Dragon to get the treasure as well."

Seraphina looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes resolute. She shook her head.

"No, Vahn. At first, I wasn't sure. But after meeting it face-to-face, I am certain we won't be able to defeat it. It's an Emperor-Level Beast from the ancient era. No one can defeat it by force. You'll have to pass its tests to get the inheritances."

A soft blush touched her cheeks as she continued. "Besides, I am not doing this against my will at all. I, too, eagerly waited for this. But I apologize that I won't be able to assist you much, as I was not taught well about this type of human pleasure."

Vahn threw back his head and laughed—a sound of pure joy and satisfaction. "Haha. Since you said so, let me teach you. Although.. like you, I am also an amateur in this field."

Saying that, Vahn gently leaned closer to Seraphina's naturally pink, luscious lips.

Then, without delay, he claimed them as if his owm. The initial kiss was tender and reverent, a soft promise shared between husband and wife. But the tenderness quickly gave way to a wild, unrestrained fervor, their lips moving together in a desperate, intoxicating embrace.

Huff, huff, huff..

The fierce, unrestrained kiss finally broke, leaving both Vahn and Seraphina huffing for breath, their eyes cloudy with immediate passion.

"Let's take it to the next stage, Wifey. I can't wait any longer."

"Next stage? But wait—"

​Vahn didn't give them time to finish. With a swift movement, he lifted Seraphina up onto his arms in a classic Princess carry, then gently but decisively threw her onto the massive, soft bed. The mattress bounced, causing her two firm and bouncy breasts to jiggle beneath her robes.

​With a wolfish grin that replaced his tenderness with raw hunger, Vahn jumped on top of her soft, plump body.

This time, he didn't immediately kiss her. Instead, he pressed their bodies together with an intense, desperate force, as if seeking not just physical release, but warmth for their souls itself, attempting to fill the void of his isolated existence with her pure, radiant light.

The Dual Cultivation Art, the Dragon Phoenix Union, was not just a physical act; it was a spiritual fusing of their two opposing and immense powers.

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