The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Ying Fei turned around and slightly raised his hand.

Two disciples stepped out from the ranks, each carrying a tray covered with red brocade.

All eyes in the room were focused on it.

Gu Xingluo, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain herself and grabbed Shen Nianqing's hand tightly.

"Recite it clearly! Recite it clearly!"

Her voice was on an abnormal frequency.

"Lift it up! Lift it up now! I want to see! I need to see it right now!"

Shen Nianqing looked at Ying Fei.

Ying Fei turned slightly to the side and gestured "please" with her hand.

Mr. Chen said that Miss Shen should unveil this betrothal gift herself.

A very faint, soft light spread across Shen Nianqing's eyes.

She nodded.

He walked unhurriedly toward the two disciples.

The sound of high heels hitting the floor resonated with the heartbeats of hundreds of people in the audience.

Her fingers touched the edge of the crimson brocade.

Then, gently lift it up.

The brocade slipped off.

In an instant...

light.

Light that defies definition in any conventional vocabulary burst forth from that lamp.

All seven lamp wicks lit up at the same time.

The first lamp, Tian Shu, glowed with a bluish-green hue, like the dawn breaking in the east.

The second lamp, Tianxuan, emitted a crimson-gold light, like the blazing midday sun.

The third lamp, Tianji, emitted a frosty white glow, like moonlight spreading across water.

The fourth lamp, Tianquan, is a deep blue, like a star lost in the deep sea.

The fifth lamp, Yuheng, is a bright, warm yellow, like the twilight of autumn.

The sixth lamp, Kaiyang, is a deep, dark purple, like the last glimmer of color before the sunset fades away.

The seventh lamp, Yao Guang, is pure white and flawless, so clear that it can reflect the depths of people's hearts.

Seven beams of light rose from the lamp and converged in mid-air, where they formed a flowing, seven-colored halo that slowly rotated.

The lights in the entire exhibition hall were completely suppressed.

The replica that Fang Shouye had painstakingly created over thirty years was now just ten steps away.

In contrast, the "glow" of the counterfeit is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

They're not on the same level.

It's not even a world.

Inside the exhibition hall, there was a deathly silence.

It lasted for a full five seconds.

"what!"

I don't know who uttered the first exclamation, but it was like a domino effect.

"Oh my god..."

"What...what is this...?"

"A lamp? This is a lamp? It's clearly a star fallen to earth!"

A female collector in the front row stood up abruptly, covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes reddened.

"So beautiful... This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life..."

The live stream chat exploded at that moment.

The number of online users jumped from eight million to ten million.

I cried.

I cried too; the moment I saw this light, tears streamed down my face.

What kind of magical object is this?! Does such a thing really exist in this world?!

[For example, this is more than ten times more beautiful than the old replicas! The light is real! It's genuinely glowing! It illuminates itself without electricity or fire!]

[Brother! This is the betrothal gift from you! Waaah, I'm so jealous!]

Why didn't they marry me?! Why?! What terrible things did I do in my past life?!

Shen Nianqing, do you know how lucky you are?! Women all over the world envy you!

This is not of this world; it came from heaven!

The discussion at the scene surged like a tidal wave.

"Another Seven-Star Dharma Lamp? With the same structure as the one Elder Fang made?"

"But this light... Old Master Fang's lamp doesn't have this kind of light!"

"Could it be a counterfeit? Made with better materials?"

"Counterfeit products can glow? Have you ever seen a counterfeit product that glows?"

"This can't be real... Elder Fang said the genuine article is a supreme treasure of the Daoist sect, how could he possibly take it out..."

Just then...

"Do not move!!"

A loud shout rang out from the back of the exhibition hall.

Fang Shouye is 72 years old.

His appearance at that moment shocked everyone present who knew him.

His eyes were wide open, his facial muscles twitched violently, and he charged straight at us from behind the crowd.

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan stepped aside at the same time.

Fang Shouye rushed to the Seven Star Lamp, his legs buckled, and he almost knelt down.

He held his body firmly, his hands hovering three inches above the lamp, not daring to touch it, not daring to breathe too heavily.

His gaze swept across the lamp body with an almost frantic speed.

lamp post.

Runes.

rivet.

Distance between cups.

He saw the arc that "decreases by half a millimeter".

He saw the irreplaceable patina on the bronze surface of the lamp body, a patina that had accumulated over a thousand years.

He saw the wick; it wasn't alexandrite, nor any known mineral.

siderite.

Genuine extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

Fang Shouye's lips began to tremble.

He extended a finger and touched the thirty-sixth cloud-shaped inscription on the lamppost with utmost gentleness.

That turning point.

A curve that tapers inwards at seven degrees.

wrong!

Not seven degrees!

His replica was seven degrees, but the curvature on this lamp is even smaller than seven degrees.

Approximately... six and a half degrees.

Fang Shouye abruptly pulled his hand back, as if he had been burned.

"real."

His voice was forced out from deep in his throat.

"It's true."

The entire room fell silent.

"Bronze color, patina, riveting, direction of runes, decreasing spacing between lamps, meteorite wick..."

With each word he spoke, his voice rose a notch.

"All correct, all correct!"

He suddenly turned to Zhou Dechang, then to Ji Jingshan.

"This is the foremost of the four sacred artifacts of Taoism! The genuine Seven-Star Lamp! Not a replica! Not a fake! It's real!!"

His voice boomed through the exhibition hall, the echo of which made everyone's ears ring.

"But... how is that possible..."

He turned to look at Ying Fei, his eyes filled with something almost pleading.

"This is a supreme sacred artifact of Taoism... passed down through generations of Celestial Masters... How could you... how could you bear to part with it..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was just a murmur.

"To be used as a betrothal gift...to be used as a betrothal gift..."

Fang Shouye rested his hands on his knees, head bowed, shoulders swaying slightly.

"I spent thirty years and only managed to make a one-tenth of the replica, while the real thing... the real thing is just like this..."

He couldn't continue.

Zhou Dechang strode forward, squatted down by the lamp, changed his reading glasses twice, and then simply threw away the third pair, looking directly with his naked eyes.

"Cloud script! Old Ji, look at this cloud script! It matches the ancient records perfectly! It's even more precise than the records! This casting technique..."

"I saw it!"

Ji Jingshan came around from the other side, his nose almost touching the lamp body.

"The texture of this copper is so different; its purity is something that can't be replicated in later generations! And this wick, made of meteorite iron from outer space… I touched it, and it was warm! It was warm!"

"It is naturally warm and has never been cold for a thousand years."

Zhou Dechang replied, his voice trembling.

"Ancient texts say 'the fire of seven stars arises spontaneously from yin and yang,' this is not literary rhetoric, it's reality! It truly burns on its own!"

The three national treasures stood around the lamp, talking excitedly like three students entering a laboratory for the first time.

The chat in the live stream wasn't just scrolling; it was rioting.

[Master Fang confirmed it!!! It's genuine!!!]

[After thirty years of making a mere one-tenth of a replica, the genuine article was given as a betrothal gift. Old Master Fang must be devastated!]

[My current feelings: The first layer is the box containing 20 million worth of paper, the second layer is the true head of the Four Sacred Artifacts of Taoism... What does he plan to send for the third layer? Heavens?]

【Marry me! You must marry me! Shen Nianqing, if you don't marry me, I'll marry me in your place!】

[Waaaaah! Why isn't my brother my brother?! I'd be willing to be his sister! Or even his aunt!]

[Pei Jingchuan couldn't buy a single counterfeit with two hundred million, while others directly gave the real thing as a betrothal gift. The difference... cannot be measured in money.]

Did Old Fang cry? I have a feeling he's about to cry.

Next to the display case.

Gu Xingluo has completely lost her mind.

"Shen Nianqing!"

"The foremost of the four sacred artifacts of Taoism! A treasure passed down for a thousand years! He's offering it as your betrothal gift!"

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she was extremely excited.

"You're such a wonderful man!"

She shook Shen Nianqing's arm violently, her voice trembling with tears.

"Waaah! Nianqing, we're best friends, right? The best kind, right? Good things should be shared, right?"

Shen Nianqing turned her head.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness.

The seven-colored radiance of the Seven Star Lamp was reflected in her pupils, like a whole Milky Way being crushed and melted into amber.

Upon hearing Gu Xingluo's words...

She rolled her eyes, landing the glance with perfect precision.

"dream."

Gu Xingluo: "..."

Studio:

[Hahaha, a fatal eye roll!]

Shen Nianqing: Sharing is impossible, it's impossible for me to share in this lifetime.

[Food possessiveness! A pout from that little mouth is all it takes to protect her food!]

My sister-in-law is usually gentle, but when it comes to my brother, she won't give an inch!

Just as the entire audience was immersed in the shock and revelry.

It shouldn't be taking a step forward.

He took out a neatly folded piece of silk from his sleeve.

"Miss Shen."

Shen Nianqing withdrew her gaze and looked at Ying Fei.

Yingfei held the silk cloth with both hands and bowed as she presented it.

"In addition to the betrothal gifts, Mr. Chen also wrote a letter."

"This is the second letter Mr. Chen wrote to Miss Shen!"

The entire audience held their breath for a moment.

Shen Nianqing paused slightly the moment her fingertips touched the silk.

Then she gently took it and lowered her head.

The live stream was quiet for two seconds, and then the comments slowly appeared.

[Second letter...]

The last letter said, "If the sky falls, I'll hold it up first." What will this one say...?

I desperately want to know what happened, but I also feel I shouldn't know. It's hers.

[Hey streamer, stop filming! Let your sister-in-law see this quickly.]

Damn it... I'm getting jealous again.