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

The white-haired elder took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked utterly resigned.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, and the sound of breathing stopped.

Mr. Chen asked…

The elder cleared his throat, his aged voice echoing in the empty exhibition hall.

"Miss Shen, have you been sleeping well lately?"

Four words.

It landed silently.

The air in the room froze for a full three seconds.

"puff!"

An elderly collector in the front row, holding a thermos, sprayed his tea all over the back of the person in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the entire venue erupted in a roar.

It was all good-natured laughter that couldn't be suppressed.

Some people slapped their thighs, some clutched their stomachs, and some laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan, two national treasures, were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then burst into laughter at the same time, their beards twitching as they laughed.

"Aaaaaah!"

Gu Xinglu was the first to call out.

She grabbed Shen Nianqing's arm and jumped three times on the spot, her high heels clattering loudly on the wooden floor.

"Shen Nianqing! You're finished! Your life is completely over!"

Gu Xinglu laughed through her tears and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Others give mountains of gold and silver as betrothal gifts, but your man gives you a talisman to ward off evil spirits, then turns around and asks if you slept well! How can he be so clever!"

Shen Xingzhou sat in the chair, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

He slammed his hand heavily on the mahogany armrest, making the teacups jump around.

"Brother-in-law! Awesome!"

Shen Xingzhou gave a thumbs-up and shouted into the air.

"Sending betrothal gifts from a thousand miles away wasn't enough; they also had to travel a thousand miles to inquire after your well-being! I, Shen Xingzhou, am utterly impressed by this thoughtfulness!"

The cheers and shouts from the audience grew louder and louder.

Center of the booth.

The golden lightning patterns of the Xuan Tian Demon-Subduing Stele intertwined with the seven-colored radiance of the Seven Star Dharma Lamp, illuminating the entire central area.

Shen Nianqing stood where light and shadow met.

His usual aloof demeanor completely crumbled in that instant.

A blush spread across her fair cheeks at a visible speed, reaching all the way to her ears.

She lowered her head, trying to hide it with her long hair, but the corners of her mouth just wouldn't stay up; they kept turning up in a crazy smile.

The surrounding laughter, commotion, and Gu Xingluo's swaying made her unsteady on her feet.

Sixteen disciples of Taiqing Palace stood on either side. These cultivators, who were usually pure and detached from worldly desires, were now all bowing their heads, their shoulders shaking violently, desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

Shen Nianqing took two deep breaths.

She looked up.

Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Her voice was three degrees softer than usual, carrying an undisguised shyness and joy.

"Please tell him, Elder..."

Shen Nianqing paused, then the corners of her mouth curved up again.

"Slept very well."

The elder nodded, his smile widening.

"I will definitely bring it."

Side view of the venue.

Chen Xiaoyu held up her phone, the camera zoomed in on Shen Nianqing's profile.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her cheeks, landing on her phone screen.

"My darlings, did you hear that?"

Chen Xiaoyu sniffed, her voice choked with emotion.

"My brother... after sending out the triple betrothal gifts, my brother took out the two sacred artifacts of the Daoist sect, but what he was most concerned about was whether my sister-in-law was sleeping well..."

Lin Keke stood to the side, wiping away her tears as she nodded.

"Xiaoyu, stop talking. What kind of perfect man is this? Your brother has raised my standards for finding a boyfriend to the heavens."

The number of viewers in the live stream jumped wildly at that moment, directly breaking the 20 million mark.

I'm totally shipping them! I'm totally shipping them! I'm totally shipping them!

What kind of fairytale romance is this?! Why am I, a single person, forced to endure this torture?!

【Brother, you won! You completely won! Marrying you was the right decision in this life!】

[I could savor those four words, "Did you sleep well?", for a whole year! They're so sweet!]

[Some send diamonds and luxury cars, some travel thousands of miles to inquire about his well-being, but I declare Chen Shidu to be the most affectionate person on the entire internet!]

[Hey, your brother isn't just sentimental, he also casually gave away national treasures!]

Rockets, yachts, and carnivals turned the entire screen into a dazzling pink.

The server was sending out alarms like crazy, and the bandwidth was instantly maxed out.

In front of the booth.

Zhou Dechang took off his reading glasses and slowly wiped the area with a soft cloth.

He looked at Shen Nianqing, then at the Xuan Tian Dang Mo Stele, and sighed deeply.

"Old Ji."

Zhou Dechang turned his head, his voice full of emotion.

"I've spent my whole life appraising antiques and handled countless national treasures. Today I finally understand that the most precious things are not these inanimate objects."

Ji Jingshan nodded repeatedly, his hands behind his back.

"Yes, there were three betrothal gifts, each more expensive than the last, but in the end, he didn't mention the value of the treasures, he just asked, 'Did you sleep well?'"

Ji Jingshan looked at the sixteen disciples with admiration in his eyes.

"This deep affection is more valuable than any priceless treasure."

The audience erupted in thunderous applause once again.

Many of the female guests had red eyes and took out handkerchiefs to wipe the corners of their eyes.

Some older male collectors also shook their heads, muttering, "It's so good to be young."

Hilton Hotel, Jiangcheng.

The penthouse presidential suite.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off in the room.

Qi Liancheng stood in front of the French windows and suddenly smashed his wine glass onto the carpet.

"Shen Xingzhou!"

Qi Liancheng gritted his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulging out.

"How dare you humiliate me in public!"

"I want you dead! I want the Shen family utterly disgraced!"

The gray-robed Taoist sat in the shadows.

Withered fingers emerged from the wide sleeves, with black talisman paper spread out in the palm.

The talisman was carved with a hideous ghost face, from which dark red liquid slowly flowed.

"Young Master Qi, please calm down."

Master Zhao's voice was hoarse and grating, echoing in the dimly lit room.

"The appearance of two sacred artifacts of Taoism is something neither you nor I can handle."

"However, the treasure has been covered in dust for six hundred years and has long been tainted by the yin energy of the earth's veins. That Xuan Tian Dang Mo Stele is the top-grade sacrificial artifact that my lineage needs most."

Master Zhao applied pressure with his thumb.

He crushed the black talisman paper into pieces.

The dark red liquid instantly vaporized, turning into a thin stream of blood-red light that sped off in the southwest direction.

"I have already sent a message to my senior brother."

Master Zhao stood up, a strange smile creeping across his gaunt face.

"Young Master Qi, just prepare the money. Within three days, the Shen family will surely suffer a great loss."

Thousands of miles away, deep in the mountains of Shiwan, lies a natural karst cave.

The surrounding stone walls were densely covered with talismans made of human skin.

In the center of the cave, a huge Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation was carved on the ground with blood.

At the heart of the formation, an old man, as thin as a skeleton, sat cross-legged.

He was dressed in a tattered black robe, with sparse hair and sunken eye sockets that showed only the whites of his eyes, not his pupils.

Seven semi-transparent ghostly figures surrounded the old man.

Each of the ghostly figures had no facial features, only a gaping maw filled with sharp teeth.

Sudden.

A streak of crimson light flew in from outside the cave and pierced straight into the old man's brow.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"The Seven-Star Dharma Lamp? The Mysterious Heaven Demon-Subduing Stele?"

His withered lips cracked, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow broken teeth.

"Heh... These good things have actually appeared in the world."

The old man slowly raised his withered right hand.

The seven ghostly figures immediately stopped wandering around and gathered together above his palm, emitting sharp whistles.

"I have cultivated for a hundred years, and I am only one step away from becoming the Ghost King."

He stared at the ghostly figure in his palm, his crimson eyes filled with extreme madness.

"We are just missing two top-quality Taoist artifacts for the refining process. Junior brother, you did a good job this time."

"The Shen family..."

The old man slowly stood up, his black robe fluttering in the cold wind.

"I'll keep this treasure."