I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 254 Wedding Night

The poem was made without any hair.

The first hurdle was easily overcome.

Cheng Laiyun wanted to go into the room to bring the bride out.

Then a young man squeezed through the crowd and respectfully bowed to him.

"Lord Cheng, the first hurdle has been overcome. Now, there is the second hurdle set up by our Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

Cheng Laiyun looked at the young man in the uniform of the Prince of Zhenbei who was blocking his way and sighed inwardly.

Why is there so much trouble just because I'm getting married?

Impressed.

However, on such a joyous occasion, he wouldn't say much, and simply smiled:

"Please lead the way."

...The second test was set up on the martial arts training ground in the middle courtyard of the Xie residence.

This martial arts training ground was originally where Xie Yuheng practiced swordsmanship in his spare time. Today, it has been temporarily requisitioned by the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to serve as a gate for the bride Gao Heyun's family.

The courtyard was paved with blue bricks, and chairs for guests were arranged all around. The wedding procession from the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, dressed entirely in black armor, stood in a row on the east side of the courtyard, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.

As soon as Cheng Laiyun stepped onto the steps of the performance platform, he saw a young man standing in the center.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a slender build, wearing a frost-patterned outfit unique to the Northern Territory, and a long sword hanging at his waist.

The scabbard was entirely black, without any decoration, and the hilt was wrapped with coarse cloth strips that had been worn white.

His appearance wasn't particularly outstanding, but his eyes were unforgettable—not sharp, but empty, as empty as two dry wells, into which no emotion could be poured.

"Cui Beixuan."

Liu Yundu had somehow walked up to Cheng Laiyun's side and said in a low voice:

"The swordsmanship genius of the Northern Territory, He Yun's senior brother."

"I saw him once in the North three years ago. His sword doesn't harm flesh and blood; it targets the mind. Be careful."

Cheng Laiyun nodded, stepped onto the platform, and cupped his hands in greeting to Cui Beixuan: "Senior Brother Cui, please."

Cui Beixuan did not return the gift.

He simply looked at Cheng Laiyun, his gaze as calm as if he were examining a stone.

Then he drew the sword from his waist. The moment the sword was drawn, a very faint, almost imperceptible black mist emanated from it.

The fog was extremely thin, almost invisible, but as soon as it appeared, the temperature around the drill ground dropped a few degrees.

The civil officials sitting in the front row unconsciously shrank back. They didn't know what the fog was, but their instincts told them that something was wrong.

"Soul-Sealing Sword!"

Suddenly, someone cried out. It was an elderly military officer with white hair, wearing the old-style armor of the Ministry of War, pointing at the long sword in Cui Beixuan's hand, his voice trembling:

"Wasn't this sword lost a long time ago? How did it end up in your hands?!"

Cui Beixuan turned his head to look at the old military officer, his tone as calm as if he were recounting an insignificant old story:

"This was bestowed upon me by my master."

He looked down at the jet-black longsword in his hand, a thin layer of black mist slowly swirling around its blade, like a living thing breathing: "Soul-Seizing Sword, an ancient relic. Its blade does not harm flesh and blood, but is specifically designed to slay the mind."

"Anyone pierced by it will be physically unharmed, but their soul will be dragged into their deepest fear within three breaths, unable to escape."

"However, today is a joyous occasion, and I am well aware of the situation and will not harm Lord Cheng in the slightest."

After saying that, he raised his sword, the tip of which pointed at Cheng Laiyun.

Silence fell over the room. Everyone understood the weight of those words—this sword could not harm the body, but it could dig out a person's deepest fears, making the opponent defeat themselves.

Zhao Huaili gripped Qi Dazhuang's arm, his voice trembling, and asked Dazhuang urgently if what this man said was true or false, how could a sword sever a person's mind?

Qi Dazhuang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't speak. He just stared intently at the long sword shrouded in black mist, his palms sweating profusely.

Cheng Lingqiao stood under the corridor, her knuckles white from gripping the pillar. She didn't speak, but her lips were pressed into a thin line.

The granddaughter of the Prince of Zhenbei is not easy to marry...

But shouldn't it be more difficult to find a wife?

Shen Yingyue leaned against a stone pillar next to the martial arts arena, arms crossed, her brows slightly furrowed. She had never seen this sword before.

But she could sense something hidden within the black mist—it wasn't spiritual power, nor blood energy, but a more ancient and chilling force. She took a deep breath and said:

"Today is a joyous day; we must not resort to violence..."

Before she could finish speaking, Cui Beixuan interrupted her:

"This barrier was not set up by my junior sister, but by my master, the Prince of Zhenbei."

These words were spoken.

Everyone stopped talking.

Everyone frowned slightly, trying to guess the intentions behind the Prince of Zhenbei's move.

"Oh, it's nothing." Cheng Laiyun smiled easily and gently moved his wrists.

"Appropriate physical activity is also beneficial to physical and mental health."

He finished speaking.

Then, Cui Beixuan made a move.

Cheng Laiyun did not dodge.

He didn't even summon the colossus. He just stood there, hands behind his back, facing the sword intent formed from the black mist, his expression as calm as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.

The sword tip pierced three inches from his brow and could not penetrate any further.

It wasn't blocked by anything.

The sword intent formed from the black mist dissipated on its own before his brow.

Like a snowflake falling on a scorching hot iron plate, it evaporates before it even has a chance to melt.

For the first time, a look of disbelief appeared on Cui Beixuan's face, which was usually expressionless.

With a flick of his wrist, the second sword strike was even faster than the first. The black mist condensed into three sword intents, targeting Cheng Laiyun's brow, heart, and dantian respectively.

Three sword intents pierced in simultaneously, and then dissipated at the same time.

Yes, it means dissipate.

The black mist dissipated the moment it touched Cheng Laiyun's sea of ​​consciousness, as if it had been swallowed up by something, or as if it had been purified by something. Cheng Laiyun took a half step back, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a very faint, glassy light emerged from his palm, neither dazzling nor ostentatious, but simply shining gently.

The remaining black mist vanished completely under the light of the crystal, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Pure Crystal.

Universe-level divine power.

It is specifically designed to counter all mental attacks.

Even the spacetime illusion mist, a memory-sealing technique at the level of the laws of heaven and earth, cannot harm it.

The mental erosion caused by the mere Soul-Seizing Sword is nothing more than a tickle in front of it.

Cui Beixuan looked down at the sword in his hand. The black mist on the sword had completely dissipated, and the Soul-Seizing Sword, which was originally jet black, now looked no different from an ordinary iron sword.

He looked up at Cheng Laiyun and remained silent for a long time.

He then sheathed his sword, stepped back, and solemnly bowed to Cheng Laiyun.

Cheng Laiyun withdrew the glassy light from his palm, returned the greeting to Cui Beixuan with a cupped-hand salute, and spoke calmly:

"Senior Brother Cui, your sword is very strong. It just so happens that I have a special ability that counters mental attacks." "It's not that your sword is inferior to mine, it's just that my special ability happens to be the opposite of your sword."

Cui Beixuan straightened up, a faint smile appearing on his usually expressionless face, and turned to walk downstairs. He reached Gao Heyun and whispered:

"You are worthy of the title of Prince Zhenbei."

"please."

……

The third challenge is located at the entrance of a small courtyard deep in the bamboo forest.

As Cheng Laiyun followed the disciple through the bamboo forest, he was already making plans in his mind.

The first challenge was the master's poem urging her to get ready, and the second challenge was the Soul-Capturing Sword of the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion.

This third challenge must have been set by Xu Jiayin.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his chin.

Given the young lady's personality, this hurdle... it shouldn't be difficult, but it will definitely be strange.

What kind of questions could there be? When Cheng Laiyun reached the gate of the courtyard, he realized that the scale of this third challenge was much smaller than that of the first two.

There was no drill ground, no military equipment.

Only a few female disciples of the Mo Sect stood side by side at the entrance of the courtyard, completely blocking the road.

Leading the group was Xiao He, Xu Jiayin's junior sister from Dongxu Peak. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl had her hair in two buns. When she saw Cheng Laiyun approaching, she first gave him a proper bow.

"Senior Brother Cheng," Xiao He cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more formal:

"Senior Sister Xu said that the first two trials are for the sake of our sect's reputation, and we can't let outsiders think that our Mo Sect is incompetent."

"But the third hurdle—is her own internal affairs, and she has the final say."

Looking at her expression, which seemed to want to laugh but dared not, Cheng Laiyun had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

He smiled and asked, "What question? Go ahead."

Xiaohe pulled out a tray from behind her, covered with a red cloth.

She placed the tray in front of Cheng Laiyun and ripped off the red cloth.

The tray held a dish of caramelized melon seeds. The dish was full, and the icing still glistened in the candlelight. Next to it was an empty plate.

All the guests in the courtyard were stunned.

The art style of this question is vastly different from the previous two levels.

Xiaohe tried hard to suppress her laughter and read out Xu Jiayin's test questions in a serious tone:

"Senior Brother Cheng, Senior Sister Xu said that if you can peel all the shells off this plate of melon seeds within ten breaths, and not a single seed kernel can be broken, she will take you in her bridal sedan chair."

"If you can't peel it off—" She finally couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"If you can't peel them, you'll have to roast caramelized melon seeds for her yourself for a month straight, not a single day less."

Upon hearing this, all the guests in the courtyard burst into laughter.

Xie Yuheng stroked his beard, shook his head, and laughed. Zhang Linzheng held a teacup, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. The Crown Prince stood under the eaves, covering his mouth with a folding fan, his shoulders shaking.

Even Emperor Jianye put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, shook his head and laughed, saying that Xu Jiayin was indeed a very honest girl, and the Cheng family would never lack melon seeds in the future.

Cheng Laiyun looked at the plate of caramelized melon seeds on the tray, and then at the smile on Xiao He's face that looked like she had been holding it in for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that this third challenge warmed his heart more than the first two challenges combined.

This third hurdle was Xu Jiayin's own little scheme. She didn't want to make things difficult for him, but she also didn't want him to feel that she didn't care at all.

So she set a question that no one would have expected, one that didn't test his cultivation or literary talent, but rather his most familiar subject: caramelized melon seeds.

This is their little secret; it's her way of telling him—I know what you're best at.

He smiled, walked to the tray, took a deep breath, and stretched out both hands at the same time.

His fingers moved so fast they almost left afterimages.

His fingertips were more than ten times more sensitive than usual. The shell of each sunflower seed looked like a map with patterns engraved on it under his fingertips, and it would crack with a gentle pinch.

The melon seeds were precisely picked out and placed in the empty dish next to them, one after another, with a crisp and pleasant sound.

In less than three breaths, he withdrew his hand and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xiao He:

"Alright, let's test it."

Xiaohe looked down and her eyes widened in surprise.

The plate of caramelized melon seeds on the tray was meticulously peeled, with the kernels neatly arranged in a row, glistening and plump, not a single one broken.

A moment of silence fell over the bamboo grove, then Xie Yuheng burst out laughing, followed by Zhang Linzheng, then the Jianye Emperor, and finally all the guests in the courtyard were doubled over with laughter. Xiao He collected the tray, bowed to Cheng Laiyun, and said with a grin:

"Senior Brother Cheng, Senior Sister Xu said that from now on, when you peel sunflower seeds for her, you should do it at this speed."

Then she stepped aside to make way.

The courtyard gate finally opened.

At this moment, Cheng Laiyun couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart.

Inside were his three beautiful young wives!

Three bridal sedan chairs were parked side by side in the center of the courtyard, adorned with red silk ribbons and beaded curtains.

Xu Miaozhen's sedan chair was on the left, Gao Heyun's sedan chair was on the right, and Xu Jiayin's sedan chair was in the middle.

This was specially arranged by Cheng Lingqiao, who said that Jiayin was the youngest and should be placed in the middle, with her older sisters protecting her on both sides, which would be auspicious.

Cheng Laiyun stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the three bridal sedan chairs. He suddenly felt that the three trials he had overcome throughout the day—the urging poem, the soul-capturing sword, and the caramelized melon seeds—were like the marks left by the three brides in his life.

Xu Miaozhen is his foundation, Gao Heyun is his sword, and Xu Jiayin is his light.

Today, he brought all three of them home as his brides. "Lift the sedan chair—"

As the master of ceremonies announced, the three bridal sedan chairs were lifted up at the same time, their red ribbons fluttering like waves in the morning light.

The wedding procession marched through Yongning Street in a grand procession, with firecrackers exploding loudly. Onlookers crowded from one end of the alley to the other.

Cheng Laiyun rode on his chestnut horse, his bright red wedding robes fluttering in the wind. He glanced back at the three bridal sedan chairs behind him, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

The main hall of the Cheng family mansion had already been properly decorated. Red candles burned brightly, festive banners hung, and ancestral tablets and offerings were placed in the center of the hall.

Zhang Linzheng sat in the main seat of the hall, with Yu Qingzheng sitting beside him—this was specially invited by Cheng Laiyun.

His parents died early, and his sister and mother-in-law were his elders. However, given their status, they would inevitably feel awkward sitting in the main seats of the hall. Zhang Linzheng and Yu Qingzheng not only fulfilled the proper etiquette but also allowed his sister and mother-in-law to sit comfortably in the side seats and watch the ceremony.

Cheng Lingqiao had already wiped away her tears several times with her handkerchief.

Zhao Huaili sat next to her, his eyes red-rimmed. He said, "Why are you crying on such a joyous day?" but secretly wiped his eyes several times with his sleeve.

"The auspicious time has arrived—the newlyweds must perform the wedding ceremony!"

Three bridal sedan chairs landed simultaneously at the entrance of the main hall.

Cheng Laiyun personally lifted the sedan chair curtain and helped the three brides out one by one. Xu Miaozhen wore a phoenix crown, with a beaded curtain draped over her face. She walked with ease, each step like a fairy walking on clouds.

Gao Heyun's phoenix coronet and wedding gown could not conceal her heroic spirit.

Xu Jiayin was the last to step out of the sedan chair. Her hand trembled slightly when it touched Cheng Laiyun's palm. Cheng Laiyun squeezed her hand firmly, and she took a deep breath and stepped steadily out of the sedan chair.

Three couples stood side by side in the center of the main hall.

The emcee sang loudly—

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

Cheng Laiyun and the three brides turned around together, facing the sky outside the hall, and bowed in greeting.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

The four turned around, faced Zhang Linzheng and Yu Qingzheng in the main seats, and bowed deeply.

Zhang Linzheng nodded slightly, while Yu Qingzheng stroked his beard with a rare smile on his lips.

Cheng Laiyun then turned to the side and bowed to Granny Zhao and Cheng Lingqiao respectively.

Grandma Zhao was crying so hard she couldn't wring out her handkerchief. Cheng Lingqiao, her eyes red-rimmed, nodded to them. "Husband and wife bow to each other—"

"Send them to the bridal chamber—"