Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Mount Buzhou is dazzlingly red today.

It's not the kind of red that symbolizes rivers of blood; it's a festive, bright red.

Ever since they used Di Jun's Star Array as fireworks last time, the entire prehistoric world knows that the Wu Clan is now wealthy, not only powerful but also rich. This time, Lin Xuan's marriage to Yunxiao, the chief disciple of the Jie Sect, was such a grand affair, it was as if they paved the way with innate spiritual treasures.

Outside the Pangu Temple, a banquet was laid out for a full 30,000 li (approximately 15,000 kilometers).

Dragon liver and phoenix marrow flying in the sky, Qilin arms running on the ground (of course, they are mixed-blood Qilin from the demon race), and ten-thousand-year-old spirit turtle soup swimming in the sea are served on the table as if they were free.

"The Sage of Heaven has arrived—!"

Xing Tian roared at the top of his lungs, and his roar shook the surrounding clouds apart.

A vast expanse of azure mist stretched across the horizon, and the Tongtian Sect Leader, riding his Kui Niu, led the way with a smug look on his face. Behind him, a dense mass of heads—the "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage" of the Jie Sect. Though called ten thousand immortals, in reality, only a handful of minor figures were brought along; after all, Tongtian had said that today they were going to feast on the rich, and they could bring as many as they could.

Duobao Daoren followed behind his master, initially quite cheerful despite his large belly, but his eyes widened as soon as he landed.

He saw the great shaman who was greeting guests, holding a winnowing basket and pouring feed into the troughs of the guests' mounts.

The feed was glittering.

Duobao rubbed his eyes, leaned closer to take a look, and almost bit his tongue off.

"Master...Master!" Duobao tugged at Tongtian's sleeve, his voice trembling. "That...that's Nine Heavens Breath Soil mixed with Stardust? They're feeding the horses with that?!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader was also taken aback for a moment, then coughed dryly and puffed out his chest: "What's all the fuss about! This will be your Senior Sister Yunxiao's in-laws' home from now on, we can't show weakness! Stand up straight!"

Duobao was heartbroken.

He was an expert in crafting artifacts, but also a greedy man. He stared at the red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the Pangu Temple; the wicks of those lanterns seemed to be burning… ten-thousand-year-old fire essence?

"This isn't a wedding, it's flaunting wealth," Duobao muttered under his breath. "No wonder you agreed so readily, Master; the dowry is just too good to pass up."

Just then, Lin Xuan came out to greet them.

Today, Lin Xuan wore a bright red wedding robe, embroidered with the totems of the Twelve Ancestral Witches in gold thread, looking both festive and imposing. Behind him followed Di Jiang, Hou Tu, and a group of people, each with a beaming smile.

"Father-in-law!" Lin Xuan called out smoothly, and stepped forward to give Tongtian a deep bow. "I am honored that you have come in person."

Tongtian laughed heartily, jumped off the Kui Niu's back, and patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder: "Good lad! You're in high spirits today! I trust you with Yunxiao in my care. But let's get this straight: if you dare to wrong her, my Qingping Sword won't stand for you."

"Don't worry, if I dare to bully Yunxiao, you won't even need to lift a finger; my older brother can break my legs." Lin Xuan pointed to Dijiang behind him.

Dijiang immediately nodded in agreement, his face serious: "That's right! Don't worry, Sage Tongtian, our Wu Clan doesn't tolerate bullying our wives. Anyone who dares to make Yunxiao shed tears is going against all twelve of us!"

These words caused the surrounding disciples of the Jie Sect to exchange bewildered glances.

Is this the legendary, vicious ancestral witch? Why does she look like a protective mother hen?

"Come, come, Senior Brother Duobao, Senior Sister Jinling, and all my brothers and sisters from the Jie Sect!" Lin Xuan turned around and cupped his hands to the sea of ​​Jie Sect disciples. "Today, there's plenty of wine and meat! Take any leftovers home! Don't be shy!"

"Yay—!"

Bixiao was the first to cheer. She had already seen the mountain of spiritual fruits piled up on the table over there, and she pulled Qiongxiao along as they rushed inside.

Duobao originally wanted to maintain his composure, but when he saw Lin Xuan casually hand a high-grade spirit stone to the gatekeeper demon as a reward, his composure vanished instantly.

"Junior Brother Lin Xuan... oh no, brother-in-law!" Duobao rubbed his hands together and came closer, his face full of smiles. "Um... I heard you guys are recruiting consultants for weapon crafting? What do you think of me, your senior brother?"

Lin Xuan laughed.

This chubby guy, Duobao, is indeed a very honest person.

"Recruit! Of course, recruit!" Lin Xuan lowered his voice. "As long as you're willing to come, I'll take care of all the magic weapon repair work in the Underworld from now on, charging by the piece and giving you merit points."

Duobao's eyes instantly transformed into the shape of coins.

Just then, Houtu came over and tugged at Lin Xuan's sleeve: "The auspicious time has arrived, it's time to go pick up the bride."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and straightened his collar.

Although this is her fourth marriage (including the one with Chang Xixi), this time is different. Who is Yunxiao? She is the chief steward of the Jie Sect, the kind of gentle and dignified woman who can command respect.

To marry her, Lin Xuan went to great lengths. He not only pleaded with his brother Gonggong to "borrow" the twenty-four beads (actually, he traded them for two jars of fine wine), but also added the twelve beads given as a system reward, bringing his total to thirty-six perfect Dinghai Divine Pearls, which he then presented as a betrothal gift.

"Let's go!" Lin Xuan waved his hand. "Let's go pick up our wife!"

At this time, the backyard of Pangu Temple had been decorated as a new house.

Yunxiao sat before her dressing table, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Adorned with a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, her red lips gleaming, she was breathtakingly beautiful. But her palms were sweaty.

"Big sister, why are you so nervous?" Bixiao said indistinctly, her mouth full of a spiritual fruit. "Brother Lin Xuan is such a good person, he wouldn't eat you."

Yunxiao rolled her eyes at her sister: "You don't understand."

She wasn't afraid of Lin Xuan; she was afraid of not doing a good job.

The Queen Mother of the West is the head of all female immortals, Xihe and Changxi are goddesses of the moon, and Nuwa is a sage. Although she is also a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, she always feels a bit of pressure in front of these "older sisters".

Don't worry.

A gentle voice came from inside. Nuwa walked in, holding a pair of jade ruyi scepters.

"Sister..." Yunxiao quickly tried to stand up.

Nuwa pressed her shoulder and smiled as she tucked the jade ruyi into her hair: "We're all family, don't be so reserved. Lin Xuan may seem unreliable, but he's actually quite shrewd. You're quiet, so you can keep him in check."

Looking into Nuwa's sincere eyes, Yunxiao felt a weight lifted from his heart.

"The groom is here!"

A commotion arose outside.

Yunxiao's heart skipped a beat. She heard the familiar footsteps getting closer and closer, each step feeling like it was pounding on her heart.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Xuan stood against the light at the doorway, his smile brighter than the sunshine outside. He didn't say anything sarcastic like most people would; instead, he walked straight over and extended his hand to Yunxiao.

"Come on, let me show you our home."

At that moment, Yunxiao felt that even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire outside, as long as she held this hand, she would dare to brave it.