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

Mount Buzhou has been unusually lively these past few days.

The red silk ribbons that the Queen Mother of the West wore when she entered the house last time haven't been completely removed yet, and in some places the "double happiness" characters have even been blown up by the wind. So, we have to replace them with new ones again.

Dijiang stood at the entrance of the Pangu Palace, waving his hand and shouting like thunder: "Change! Change everything! Tear down all the old ones and put on new ones! This time there are two brides, the ceremony must be even grander than last time! If those two from the Taiyin Star think we're favoring one over the other, I'll hold you all accountable!"

The high priests below were all extremely busy.

Xing Tian, ​​carrying a huge mahogany pillar, ran while muttering, "My goodness, can the Thirteenth Prince's body handle this? It's only been a few days, and he's already getting married again? Two of them?"

Kuafu, who was hanging lanterns nearby, chuckled upon hearing this and said in a low voice, "What do you know! Thirteenth Master is exceptionally gifted! Besides, our Thirteenth Master is so handsome, what's that word again... right, 'a feast for the eyes'! Even the female immortals can't resist him, why would Thirteenth Master need to bother?"

Xing Tian thought about it and agreed. He slammed the pillar into the ground, making the ground shake. "That's right! All we need to do is prepare enough wine!"

Compared to the joyous celebrations of the Wu tribe, the rest of the prehistoric world was filled with wailing and lamentation.

These invitations are being sent out far too frequently.

Last time, when the Queen Mother of the West got married, in order not to offend these lunatics, the well-known rogue cultivators and powerful figures in the prehistoric world gritted their teeth and emptied their coffers to give gifts.

It's only been a few days?

It hasn't even been a month, right?

Not again?!

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi's hands trembled as he looked at the bright red invitation card with gold lettering in his hand.

The invitation clearly stated: "It is hereby agreed that in three days, Lin Xuan, the thirteenth ancestral witch of the Witch Clan, will marry the Taiyin Goddess Xihe and Changxi. We hope that all fellow Daoists will grace us with their presence."

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

Zhen Yuanzi was so angry that his beard stood on end. He slammed the invitation on the table: "My ginseng fruit tree is about to be stripped bare! Last time you sent me a plate of fruit, what are you sending this time? Are you suggesting I dig up the roots and send them to them as firewood?"

The old ancestor Hongyun beside him also wore a bitter expression, counting his own stockpiles: "Brother Dao, stop complaining. I heard that this time we not only have to give gifts, but we have to give double. After all, they're marrying two."

"Double portions?!" Zhen Yuanzi's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

He plopped down on the futon, staring blankly at the ceiling: "What exactly is the Witch Clan trying to do? Is Lin Xuan a reincarnated stallion? Doesn't he cultivate? All he thinks about is getting married?"

The same scene unfolded in every corner of the primordial world.

The Old Ancestor of the North Sea Styx, upon seeing the invitation, was so enraged that he crushed two of the Blood God Seeds he had just refined.

The independent cultivators on the Kunlun Mountains even moved overnight, fearing they would be captured by the Wu Clan to make up their numbers.

But what's most frustrating about this whole thing isn't the gift-giving part.

It was jealousy.

I'm genuinely jealous.

Who is the Queen Mother of the West? She is the head of all female immortals, noble and aloof, the dream lover of countless male immortals.

As a result, Lin Xuan got involved with her.

That's fine, after all, the Queen Mother of the West is powerful, and everyone thinks Lin Xuan is just going there to live off a woman and suffer.

But now?

The two goddesses of the Moon Star are famously otherworldly, aloof and pure, especially Chang Xi, who is the white moonlight in the hearts of many.

As a result, Lin Xuan took advantage of her again!

And it was two at once!

In a cave on an unnamed hill, several rogue cultivators gathered together to drink and drown their sorrows.

"I refuse to accept this!" A Taoist priest in blue robes, completely drunk, pounded the table and wailed, "I've cultivated for thirty thousand years, and I haven't even held a Daoist partner's hand! What makes Lin Xuan so special? Just because he's fair-skinned? Just because he has many brothers?"

Another Taoist priest sighed, "Don't even mention it. I heard that even Donghuang Taiyi was driven away this time. He got it by his own skill."

"What kind of skill is that? The skill of living off a woman!" The Taoist in green robes became even more agitated. "Is there any justice in this world? Some are dying of thirst while others are drowning in abundance! Lin Xuan alone has monopolized the three most beautiful goddesses in the primordial world. How are we bachelors supposed to survive?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" His companion quickly covered his mouth, glancing outside in horror. "Are you crazy? If the witch clan's spies hear you, they'll drag you out to fill the sea hole tomorrow!"

The Taoist in green robes shuddered, sobering up halfway, but a sour feeling still welled up inside him.

At this moment, in the hearts of the male immortals of the primordial world, the name Lin Xuan had become synonymous with "public enemy".

If looks could kill, Lin Xuan would probably be riddled with holes by now.

Meanwhile, on Mount Buzhou, Lin Xuan, the person involved, was lying in a rocking chair, listening to the system's notification sound.

"Ding! A surge in primordial resentment energy has been detected."

"Ding! The mental state of all the male immortals in the primordial world has collapsed, which has been converted into 500 system points."

Lin Xuan tossed a peeled grape into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and couldn't help but smile.

Earning these points is way too easy.

"Husband, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing like that...?"

Chang Xi came closer, holding a newly made wedding dress in her hand. She originally wanted to say "lewd," but swallowed the words back and used another word instead.

Lin Xuan sat up, grabbed Chang Xi's hand, and kissed the back of her hand. "I was thinking, the fellow Daoists in this prehistoric world are too enthusiastic. Knowing that we're getting married, they're all so excited they can't sleep at night. Their resentment... oh no, their blessings are almost tangible."

Chang Xi blushed, pulled her hand back, and glared at him reproachfully: "You're so unserious. Hurry up and try on these clothes to see if they fit. Your sister is over there discussing the banquet with Sister Houtu, and you, the groom, are hiding here slacking off."

Lin Xuan stood up, letting Chang Xi fiddle with his clothes.

Looking at Chang Xi's focused profile, he thought to himself: This gigolo is not only delicious, but also pleasing to the eye.

"By the way," Lin Xuan suddenly asked, "Any news from Taiyi?"

Chang Xi paused, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. "I haven't heard of it. But knowing that person's temperament, he definitely won't let this go after suffering such a great loss. Husband, should we...?"

"No need." Lin Xuan interrupted her, reaching out to flick her nose. "Today is our big day, why bring up that unlucky thing? If he dares to come, I'll show him what it means to lose both his wife and his army."

Just then, Zhu Rong's loud voice came from outside.

"Thirteenth Brother! Come out quickly! That old bastard Styx has brought a gift! This time he's learned his lesson and sent two replicas of the Sword of Slaughter. Although they're not as good as the originals, they're still quite nice! Do you want to go take a look?"

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly.

These older brothers are addicted to receiving gifts.

"Let's go." Lin Xuan took Chang Xi's hand. "Let's go see our spoils. And let the whole prehistoric world see that I, Lin Xuan, choose my wife based on merit."

Chang Xi nodded obediently and let him lead her out of the main hall.

Sunlight shone on the two of them, casting long shadows.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Buzhou Mountain, countless guests were forcing themselves to put on fake smiles and queuing up to offer up their savings accumulated over many years.

This day was destined to be a day of suffering for the male immortals of the primordial world.

This was also Lin Xuan's moment of glory.