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

The red cloth fell to the ground.

A stone tablet stands in the center of the exhibition hall.

It stands nine feet nine inches tall, its entire body is bluish-black, and golden thunder patterns flow across its surface.

One hundred and eight restrictions flickered on the surface of the monument, as if they were breathing.

There is no wind.

But everyone felt a pressure coming down on them.

Extremely upright, extremely heavy, like a mountain pressing down on your head.

The room was deathly silent.

three seconds.

"Thump!"

Zhou Dechang dropped his reading glasses on the ground.

He didn't pick it up; instead, he rushed to the monument, bent his knees, and almost knelt down.

"Old Ji! Look at these thunder patterns! Look at this casting technique!"

Ji Jingshan had already reached the other side.

The 79-year-old man was lying on the base of the monument, his nose almost touching the stone surface, his fingers dangling three inches above the monument, trembling like leaves in the wind.

"Kunlun Ruins Stone...it really is Kunlun Ruins Stone!"

His voice cracked.

"Forged with divine lightning from the heavens, and forged over thirty-six years, it caused a celestial phenomenon that lingered for three days... Everything written in the ancient texts is true!"

Zhou Dechang suddenly looked up and surveyed the entire room.

"This is the Xuan Tian Demon-Subduing Stele!"

"Forged by the third generation Celestial Master of the Zhengyi School, a powerful artifact for suppressing evil in Taoism! Wherever it stands, no evil spirit can invade, no ghosts can be repelled, and no evil spirits will arise within a hundred miles!"

His voice boomed throughout the venue.

"This stele has been lost for six hundred years! Six hundred years! I thought I would only ever see its name in fragments of scrolls in my lifetime!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"The Mysterious Heaven Demon-Subduing Stele?"

"A powerful Taoist artifact for suppressing evil? Even more powerful than the Seven Star Lamp?"

"Just who exactly is Shen's fiancé?!"

The live stream room has completely gone crazy.

[Ah! The two professors pounced on him again!]

Professor Zhou broke his reading glasses! Professor Ji is lying on the ground!

[A demon-suppressing stele lost for six hundred years! Is this the third betrothal gift?!]

[Fifteen million online viewers! I've never seen anything like this in my life!]

[Bro, who are you?! Please show your face!]

Qi Liancheng stood there, his face darkening inch by inch.

He stared at the stele, then glanced at the gray-robed Taoist beside him.

"Master Zhao."

He lowered his voice, his throat tightening.

"Is this monument... really worth that much?"

The gray-robed Taoist priest did not answer immediately.

Those murky eyes were fixed on the monument, the greed in them almost overflowing.

"high."

His voice was low and had an indescribable hoarseness.

"It's higher than the Nine-Headed Infant Mirror, and even higher than the Seven-Star Lamp..."

Qi Liancheng clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"So that means I lost?"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word.

At the other end of the hall, Shen Xingzhou had already burst out laughing.

He ripped off the tie that was askew on his shoulder, threw it on the chair, and strode to the center of the booth.

"Young Master Qi."

"Both professors said that the Xuantian Demon-Subduing Stele, a powerful artifact of Taoism for suppressing evil, has been lost for six hundred years."

"Your Tang Dynasty Buddha statue is worth 120 million, and your Nine Infant Mirror is comparable to the Seven Star Dharma Lamp."

He paused, glancing at the two items.

"Even all of them combined wouldn't be enough for just one corner of this monument."

"I'm not putting you down, and I mean it."

Shen Xingzhou cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Young Master Qi, you did your best in this match."

Qi Liancheng's face turned pale and then flushed.

At this moment, the gray-robed Taoist slowly spoke.

"not necessarily."

One word made Shen Xingzhou stop in his tracks.

"We might not necessarily lose."

The gray-robed Taoist took half a step forward, his eyes shifting from the stele to sweep across the entire area.

"I, an old Taoist priest, have read a fragmented ancient book."

The whole place fell silent.

"Ancient books record that the Xuantian Dangmo Stele was lost for six hundred years because it was buried with the deceased in the mausoleum."

He deliberately slowed down his speech.

"Buried in the deepest part of a large tomb."

"Then this old Taoist priest would like to ask a question..."

He turned around and looked in Shen Nianqing's direction, a forced smile on his face.

"This stele, which should have been lying in the imperial mausoleum... how did it end up here, presented as a betrothal gift?"

He didn't say anything more.

But the atmosphere in the venue instantly changed.

"To be buried with him in the mausoleum?"

"The things buried in the big tomb..."

"How did this stele come about? Who is allowed inside the imperial mausoleum?"

An idea exploded in the crowd, spreading faster and faster.

"Could it be... something from a tomb raider?"

"That's right! The first two items too! Fifty million worth of paper, the four sacred artifacts of Taoism... Where did these things come from through legitimate channels?"

"Shen Nianqing's fiancé... is a tomb raider?"

The discussions surged like a tidal wave.

Qi Liancheng suddenly perked up.

His back straightened instantly, the paleness on his face faded, and an irrepressible smile appeared on his face.

"Haha! So that's how it is..."

"I knew it! I knew where all this stuff came from!"

"Brother Shen, so your sister's fiancé is in this line of work?"

"Not bad, not bad, your brother-in-law is quite professional!"

The room erupted in commotion.

In the front row, Shen Nianqing stood still.

But the look in her eyes as she looked at Qi Liancheng gradually turned cold.

Chen Xiaoyu's hand holding the phone was shaking.

"No..."

Her voice tightened as she recalled her mother's phone call a few days ago.

"My brother isn't a tomb raider! My brother he..."

She couldn't continue.

Because she didn't know how to explain it either.

Lin Ke shrank behind her, her face pale.

"Xiaoyu, what they said...could it be true?"

The tone of the live stream took a sharp turn for the worse.

Wait a minute? Tomb raiding?

"No way, my brother's a tomb raider?"

That makes sense; these things are indeed hard to get through official channels...

I told you, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

[Brother, please don't let this house collapse! I don't believe it!]

[Wake up, upstairs! Using burial goods as betrothal gifts, what is this if not grave robbing?]

[Don't talk nonsense. Do you think tomb raiders could get so many Taoist priests to give them gifts?]

Gu Xingluo grabbed Shen Nianqing's arm.

"Nianqing, ignore them, they're talking nonsense..."

"Everyone, everyone."

Qi Liancheng spread his hands, smiling smugly.

"I didn't say anything. It was Master Zhao who brought it up. But... there's no smoke without fire."

Just then.

The white-haired elder who had been standing at the very front of the line moved.

He took a step forward.

The noise in the venue seemed to have inexplicably diminished.

The old man held a whisk in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked indifferently at the gray-robed Taoist.

The gray-robed Taoist priest subconsciously took a half step back.

"The Nine Infants lineage."

The white-haired elder spoke, his voice low but his words clear.

"The soul of the Blood Python enters the mirror, nurturing evil spirits to prolong its life."

"Our Taoist sect said three hundred years ago that this lineage should have been extinct long ago."

"I didn't expect there to be remnants."

The gray-robed Taoist's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"How...how did you know!"

"No matter how deeply you hide your malevolent energy, you can't escape it."

The elder withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.

He turned around, facing the hundreds of people in the audience and the camera that was broadcasting live.

The aged voice suddenly rose in pitch, clear and resonant.

"Grave robbing?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Our Taoist lineage disdains engaging in tomb raiding."

The elder raised his hand, palm facing up.

"Gentlemen, please look!"

"What is this?!"