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

Old Li stared intently at the dark purple guqin.

He pushed the person in front of him aside, took two steps forward, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"No mistake! Dark, lightning-struck wood, blood-drilled eyes—this is the Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Qin! Ancient records state that this qin was destroyed by lightning eight hundred years ago, yet it has been passed down intact to the Heavenly Sound Pavilion!"

The surrounding celebrities gasped in astonishment.

Chen Xiaoyu held up her phone, the camera pointed at the stage.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[An 800-year-old antique? Trying to play it? Aren't you afraid it'll fall apart?]

[The person upstairs who doesn't know what they're talking about shouldn't spout nonsense. Lightning-struck wood gets stronger the longer it's left out; the value of this instrument is immeasurable!]

Just what kind of amazing background does Brother Chen's junior sister have? The musical instruments she casually pulls out are all of national treasure quality!

[I take back what I just said. My sister-in-law has met her match this time. Her aura and her inner strength are too much for her to handle.]

[Oh no, this match felt unfair from the start. Good luck, sister-in-law!]

Su Qingluan ignored the gasps from the audience.

She walked to the long table and sat down.

Raise both hands, with your ten fingers resting on the strings.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu stood at the edge of the stage, his expression suddenly changing.

He sensed a terrifying spiritual pressure gathering.

That was a unique sonic killing technique of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, and it was mixed with extremely strong emotions.

"Miss Su! No!"

Qingxu lowered his voice and shouted urgently.

"The audience is made up of ordinary people; they can't handle your..."

Su Qingluan did not look at him.

Fingertips fall.

"Clang!"

The sound of the zither begins.

A song titled "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate".

Without any amplification equipment, it exploded directly in the depths of everyone's minds.

This was no ordinary performance.

This is magic.

It is intertwined with Su Qingluan's ten years of arduous cultivation and her obsession with Chen Shidu.

The sound waves transformed into tangible ripples, sweeping outwards from the stage.

Mr. Li, who was in the front row, was the first to be affected.

The fervor in his eyes froze instantly, replaced by endless sorrow.

His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

He mumbled incoherently about someone he had missed many years ago.

The wealthy businessman next to him covered his face with his hands, buried his face in his hands, and burst into tears.

The retired cultural bureau chief leaned back in his chair, looking ecstatic, his hands grabbing wildly in mid-air.

The entire venue, filled with hundreds of celebrities worth hundreds of millions and wielding immense power, completely collapsed the moment the piano music began.

Some wept, some went mad, and some knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

They were all trapped in the illusion constructed by Su Qingluan's obsession.

The spiritual pressure ripples quickly spread to the VIP booth in the very center.

Shen Xingzhou's eyes widened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He tried to stand up and shield his sister, but his body was completely out of his control.

Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke stood frozen in place, their phones slipping from their hands and the screen hitting the corner of the table.

The sound waves were aimed directly at Shen Nianqing.

Just as the spiritual pressure was about to touch her.

The old red string on Shen Nianqing's left wrist suddenly lit up.

A soft white light emanated from the red rope, enveloping Shen Nianqing completely.

The spiritual pressure struck the white light, but it didn't even cause a ripple.

Shen Nianqing sat upright in the chair.

His back was straight and his eyes were clear.

She was surrounded by a chaotic mob of celebrities, but her own little world remained untouched by any law.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu saw everything clearly from the platform.

Staring at that layer of white light, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

Celestial Master's Protective Mantra

Chen Shidu actually sealed his life essence in a broken red rope and gave it to this mortal girl.

This protective spell is powerful enough to withstand any full-force attack from anyone below the level of a Taoist Celestial Master.

On the stage, Su Qingluan also saw that layer of white light.

Her fingers suddenly paused on the strings, producing a very subtle noise.

With nimble fingers, the music grew increasingly urgent and intense.

The melody of "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate" has become menacing.

Su Qingluan unleashed all her spiritual pressure without reservation.

The white light remained.

Shen Nianqing sat in the light screen, quietly watching her.

The song ended.

Su Qingluan pressed her hands down on the strings of the zither.

The sound faded away.

The entire venue remained deathly silent.

Hundreds of celebrities were immersed in the illusion and were unable to wake up for a long time.

Su Qingluan stood up.

Without looking at the tragic scene below the stage, he picked up the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither and walked off the stage.

Step by step, we walked towards the VIP booth in the very center.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu was so anxious on the stage that he kept stamping his feet, but he didn't dare to go down and stop him.

He knew that anyone who dared to stop Su Qingluan would be torn to pieces.

Su Qingluan stopped in front of Shen Nianqing.

The two were no more than a meter apart.

Su Qingluan's eyes were slightly red, and her chest heaved.

She looked at the old red rope that was slowly losing its light, her voice hoarse, filled with undisguised jealousy and resentment.

"You can't even sense spiritual energy."

Su Qingluan stared into Shen Nianqing's eyes.

"You can't understand the origin of this zither, you can't see the evil spirits in this world, and you don't even know how much of his vital energy he used to protect you."

She took a half-step forward.

Do you understand his world?

"Are you good enough for Mr. Chen?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Shen Xingzhou struggled on the edge of the illusion, desperately trying to make a sound, but only able to gasp for breath.

Shen Nianqing did not back down.

As he pulled his left hand back from the table, the red rope's light completely dimmed.

She pulled out a chair and stood up.

The two were of similar height and their line of sight was level.

Shen Nianqing looked directly into Su Qingluan's aggressive eyes with a calm expression.

"Miss Su is right."

Shen Nianqing spoke, her voice steady and without the slightest tremor.

"I truly do not understand your world. I do not understand spiritual energy, Taoist magic, or just how precious this zither is."

Su Qingluan gave a cold laugh.

Shen Nianqing didn't pause; she looked at Su Qingluan with an extremely serious tone.

"But I understand him."

"I understand his comfort when he wears camouflage, and I understand his quietness when he sits in the yard drinking cold tea."

Shen Nianqing slightly raised her chin.

"I understand what kind of home he wants."

Su Qingluan was stunned.

These words struck the deepest part of her Dao heart.

ten years.

He stayed by Chen Shidu's side for ten years.

She understood his Taoist practices, his sword formations, and every ritual he performed in the Taiqing Palace.

But she never thought that Chen Shidu needed a home.

Those who cultivate the Tao consider the whole world their home.

The desolation of Taiqing Palace and the loneliness atop the cliff were what she thought was his rightful place to be.

Until this moment, an ordinary girl stood in front of her and, in the most calm tone, tore apart her self-righteous understanding of the past ten years.

The light in Su Qingluan's eyes flickered violently.

Looking at Shen Nianqing, the heaving in his chest gradually subsided.

Su Qingluan closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, she forcibly suppressed the anger and resentment in them.

"What kind of home do you want?"

Su Qingluan sneered.

She placed the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Qin she was carrying directly on the table in front of Shen Nianqing.

Take a step back.

Su Qingluan crossed her arms and looked at Shen Nianqing.

"So now."

"Please perform."

"Let me see what's so special about the person he chose!"