My Wife Is a Divine Dragon
On a stormy night, Yang Ye was taken by his master to a dilapidated temple atop the mountain, where he was wed to a dragon egg! From that moment on, Yang Ye gained a divine dragon as his wife.
Thunder rumbled outside, and rain poured down in torrents.
Inside, an oil lamp flickered.
In the dim light, Yang Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, utterly undisturbed by the storm raging outside. The faint starlight of the world, guided by the cultivation technique, flowed into the sea of stars within his body.
Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open.
The wild wind swept in heavy moisture, snuffing out the oil lamp with a whoosh.
It was an old man who opened the door, holding a tobacco pipe in his hand, looking every bit like a seventy-year-old country farmer.
Seeing Yang Ye practicing on the bed, the old man grinned and said, “Boy, stop practicing. Go get married!”
Yang Ye, eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open wide.
He thought he’d misheard!
Yang Ye was only sixteen, still far from the legal age for marriage, and tonight was a stormy, thundering night—what kind of wedding was this?
A few years ago, Yang Ye’s master had mentioned something about this, saying he’d arranged an extraordinary bride for him. But as for her name, where she lived, how old she was—his master never revealed a thing.
Seeing Yang Ye’s bewilderment, the old man turned and said, “Put on new clothes and come to the ruined temple on the mountain top within a quarter of an hour. Miss the hour, and your bride will be gone!”
As his voice echoed in the room, the old man disappeared.
Yang Ye finally came to his senses, quickly changed into new clothes—a white shirt, black suit and trousers, white socks, and polished leather shoes.