"That brat Li Huntian, I don't know where he got some kind of immortal brew, but the whole group got so plastered, not even using their true essence could shake the drunkenness," Lei Dong managed a dry chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "Got carried away drinking, started roughhousing and demanding spars, so... never mind that. Wan Yan, what's the deal with your three trials?" What was a brother for? To sell out at the crucial moment. Lei Dong rambled for a bit before swiftly changing the subject.

"That Li Huntian, really!" Ding Wan Yan pouted playfully, a mix of shyness and barely concealed excitement in her expression. "In our Great Ding Kingdom, although a girl must obey her parents regarding marriage, hmph, the real authority lies on the wedding night. If the husband can't pass the three trials, then... well, if you truly don't wish to proceed, I won't force you~ I just thought it would be fun."

Lei Dong felt a slight dizziness, but he couldn't back down now, could he? He rallied his spirit. "Wan Yan, bring out whatever tricks you have, your husband will take them all on."

"Very well. Although our Great Ding Kingdom was established through martial prowess, we greatly respect strategy and military acumen. Our ancestor invented a strategic war game that is widely popular in the Great Ding Kingdom, and now it has spread across the entire Kang Prefecture," Ding Wan Yan seemed to recall the feeling of playing chess at home as a child. "I specially prepared a set of pieces. If you can defeat me in the war game, you will have passed the first trial. If you pass the first trial, there will be a small reward, oh." Ding Wan Yan winked with her silky, alluring eyes and gently brushed against him.

"So the war game was invented by your Great Ding Kingdom? That's amazing; I often played that as a child." Lei Dong was pleasantly surprised. When he was young, he didn't know this world held such powerful cultivators. He only knew the current Great General was his ideal, or perhaps carving out territory to become an Emperor. Because of this, he had always loved the war game, which was said to greatly sharpen one's ability for deployment and formation. It was somewhat akin to Chinese Chess, but more complex. Lei Dong was extremely proficient at it.

"Since that's the case, nothing could be better." Ding Wan Yan took out a set of war game pieces, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Heh heh, let your husband teach you what it means to play the war game. When your husband was young, I was already hailed as the number one master in Lei Family Town. The solitude was unbearable!" As soon as he saw the pieces, Lei Dong was transported back to his childhood, those times commanding the fields of the war game. He felt a spark of excitement, rubbing his hands together. "Come, come, let's start quickly."

The time it took for an incense stick to burn later, sweat was beading on Lei Dong's forehead.

"My Lord, your main camp is surrounded. Will you fight to the death, or surrender?" Ding Wan Yan gently set down a piece, smiling sweetly.

"This round doesn't count; your husband hasn't played in ages, so I must be rusty. One more round."

Another incense stick burned down. Lei Dong wiped the sweat from his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "A mistake, a mistake. I was ruined by Li Huntian today; that wine was too fierce, my head is still swimming. One more, one more~"

Ten rounds later.

Lei Dong had already stripped off his black robe, and his undergarment was soaked with sweat. Seeing his main camp breached again, symbolizing the capture of his commanding general, he managed a strained smile. "Actually, your husband suddenly needed to relieve himself just now, which broke my focus. I'll be right back."

Pretending to step out for a quick pee, Lei Dong returned to resetting the pieces. Ding Wan Yan, however, covered her mouth, laughing heartily. "Husband, how about we skip to the second trial? Let's count this one as passed, shall we?"

"Are you kidding? Are you looking down on my chess skills?" Lei Dong's eyes were turning slightly red. "No, no, one more game. Your husband must show you what true master's loneliness is like."

Ding Wan Yan was nearly falling asleep from the monotonous play, but she indulged him for one more match. Who knew that only halfway through, a faint sound came from outside the room. As Ding Wan Yan instinctively turned her head, upon looking back, she found several of her key pieces had vanished. And Lei Dong, with a sweep of grand confidence, encircled his main force outside her command post, declaring haughtily, "Wife, you lose."

Ding Wan Yan was momentarily speechless, covering her mouth while chuckling. "Husband, is this the demeanor of the legendary number one master of Lei Family Town? Truly formidable~"

"Not at all, just sheer luck, sheer luck." Lei Dong shamelessly leaned in close. "Wife, it's time for the reward. Come, let your husband steal a little kiss first~" Saying that, he pouted and leaned in to plant a kiss on her delicate, powder-pink, and rosy cheek that seemed ready to burst.

Unexpectedly, before Lei Dong could even touch her, Ding Wan Yan suddenly became ethereal, transforming into a wisp of swirling Yin malevolence mist that drifted backward. Even with Lei Dong's current cultivation, he could only see the hazy fog rapidly dissipating throughout the entire bedroom. A wisp here, a thread there. He magnified his divine sense to its limit, yet could find no trace of Ding Wan Yan.

"Hehe~" Suddenly, Lei Dong felt a slight chill behind him, and at the same time, Ding Wan Yan's coquettish laughter reached his ears. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard her soft, almost murmuring whisper: "Good boy, don't move." A pair of jade-like arms threaded lightly under his armpits, trembling slightly, and wrapped around his chest. Her cheek nestled gently against his broad back, adopting an expression of utter enjoyment.

Lei Dong, too, reveled in her tender embrace; his slightly agitated heart gradually calmed, settling into a state of tranquility.

Suddenly, her pretty face moved upward, her scented lips, now slightly hot, pressed lightly against Lei Dong's neck, and then his ear. Waves of thrilling sensation washed over him, making Lei Dong feel utterly weightless. Even his soul experienced a stir, like a swift current of electricity passing through.

Lei Dong's bloodline instantly surged, his breathing growing ragged. As he turned to embrace Ding Wan Yan, she once again dissolved into a wisp of lingering malevolence mist, slipping through the gaps between his fingers. As the mist swirled backward, it gradually coalesced back into her tall and graceful figure. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she covered her mouth, giggling incessantly. "Husband, just a little, tiny reward."

Lei Dong was left parched and breathless by her teasing. He whispered urgently, "Then, Wan Yan, let's quickly proceed to the second trial."

"Look how anxious you are? The second trial has always been a test of literary talent. However, Wan Yan knows that husband generally dislikes such things. So, I'll bend the rules a bit and use my own discretion to let husband pass this trial directly. We'll move straight to the third. I mentioned earlier that the Great Ding Kingdom rose through martial power, hence the populace has a rather fierce temperament; everyone enjoys a good brawl or two. Even the young women practice some flashy moves, just in case. Fortunately, husband, you are also a pugnacious person, so this third trial is naturally the Martial Trial."

"The Martial Trial?" Lei Dong was stunned, quickly shaking his head. "This might not be right? If we actually fight, this entire cave residence will be demolished. Wan Yan, why don't you make another exception and let your husband pass this one too?"

"Husband, how can you play games like this?" Ding Wan Yan shot him a playful glance with her bright eyes, laughing lightly. "How can you pass so easily once, or even twice? If you are unwilling to take this Martial Trial, you won't get to touch a single strand of Wan Yan's hair tonight."

"Ugh, then let's do it." Lei Dong could only smile wryly in his heart; this Senior Sister, who was also his wife, was no simple figure. Her true strength was formidable; if he fought with all his might, he risked injuring her. But if he held back, he was unlikely to win. "We can't fight in here; let's go up to the heavens to fight, and then we'll return."

"No need for such complexity; we'll fight right here," Ding Wan Yan glanced at the exquisitely and elegantly decorated wedding chamber, with its various vases and antiques. "We'll have a minor spar, but whoever damages even a single item in this room during the contest will automatically lose." Saying this, she took out a chain and hung it around her neck, the pendant being a bright, smooth pearl that settled perfectly in the center of her proud bosom. Then, with a flick of her finger, she lit an incense stick, her smile becoming utterly captivating. "Husband, see this pearl? Before this incense stick burns out, you must find a way to take this pearl from me. Otherwise, it counts as your loss, and you'll be regretting it sleeping on the floor tonight."

This declaration jolted Lei Dong awake. Following Ding Wan Yan's next statement—that if he won, she would do whatever he wanted—his eyes flared red. His entire being lunged towards her like a phantom, raising a claw, swift as lightning, aimed directly at her delicate chest. Ding Wan Yan let out a delicate laugh and retreated backward, her form blurring slightly. Although she didn't fully dissolve into Yin mist this time, her movements were still swift and graceful, leaving a faint shimmer in the air.

What followed was this couple engaged in an intense display of evasions and pursuit within the not-so-spacious bridal chamber. Lei Dong had to admit that in terms of raw cultivation, his Senior Sister surpassed him by more than just a small margin. It was only thanks to his relentless practice of the Ghost Shadow Evasion technique that he could barely keep pace with her rhythm. However, when the incense stick was already halfway burned, Lei Dong still hadn't managed to touch even the edge of her garment.

He couldn't help but feel a growing anxiety. Would their auspicious wedding night really end with him sleeping on the floor? Yet, one couldn't be sure; his Senior Sister did possess a soft exterior but an iron will. She might actually do it. Lei Dong dared not slacken; he deployed the Netherworld Serpent Art, wrapping himself in swirling spectral energy. With a flicker of thought, strands of black mist transformed into several dark ribbons, moving like flexible tentacles, wrapping towards her.

Ding Wan Yan, however, seemed unwilling to surrender so easily. With a charming smile, her Yin malevolence energy surged forth, transforming into several Yin blades that spun rapidly, effortlessly obliterating Lei Dong's black tentacles. Thus, after several exchanges, Lei Dong watched helplessly as the incense stick neared its end.

In desperation, a plan flashed in his mind. His ghostly evasion technique suddenly solidified; his entire body froze mid-air. With a loud thud, he crashed hard onto the ground, his face contorted in agony and confusion—RU