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

Su Qingluan's wrists were icy cold, while Shen Nianqing's palms were warm.

At the edge of the stage, the old Taoist priest Qingxu suddenly widened his eyes.

The whisk in his hand fell directly to the ground.

He opened his mouth and gasped several times.

Finished!

What on earth is this old lady doing?!

Qingxu was so anxious that he jumped up and down, wishing he could rush up and forcibly pry their hands apart.

That's the nemesis of Tianyin Pavilion!

It was a terrifying event that nearly overturned the entire venue with a decade-long obsession!

You, a mere mortal with no cultivation, managed to break her Dao heart by sheer luck. Instead of quickly offering incense and sending her away, you actually tried to grab her?

Should we invite her to stay as a guest?

Do you really think this living ancestor is a beggar coming from the roadside?

Booth seating area.

Shen Xingzhou, holding the priceless Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither, nearly dropped himself and the zither onto the carpet with a tremor in his hand.

He stared at his younger sister's retreating figure and swallowed hard.

The phone in Chen Xiaoyu's hand tilted to the side, and the camera lens swayed to the ceiling.

Lin Keke grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's waist and her voice shattered.

"Xiaoyu... what is your sister-in-law... trying to do?"

"I have no idea."

Chen Xiaoyu gasped for breath in pain.

"I've never seen such a wild plot in my life."

When rivals meet, instead of fighting or making a scene, they publicly present each other with a betrothal gift of national treasure value.

Now the main character wants to invite his love rival home?

The live stream chat exploded.

The data stream from tens of millions of online users caused a brief server lag.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!]

[My sister-in-law is on fire! This is true dominance!]

[Perspective! Family members! Type "Perspective" in the chat!]

[Such generosity, such grandeur! If I were this junior sister, I'd want to join this family right away!]

What does "dimensional reduction attack" mean? It means you don't argue, I don't argue, you give gifts, I treat! A high-level game, absolutely a high-level game!

[This is the woman Chen Ge cherishes so much; Sister-in-law is awesome!]

In the center of the hall.

Su Qingluan looked down at her wrist, which was being held.

Shift your gaze upwards.

He met Shen Nianqing's eyes.

The coldness that had been gathering in Su Qingluan's eyes suddenly froze.

Shen Nianqing did not see the condescension of a victor.

There was no mockery.

There was no boasting.

There was no feigned pity either.

Only calm and open-mindedness.

This frankness is more lethal than the Jiangnan folk song from before.

Su Qingluan suddenly felt the pent-up frustration in her heart dissipate.

Ten years of cultivation, yet his obsession runs too deep.

Today, the world has been broken through, revealing a realm I've never seen before.

Su Qingluan's lips curled into a smile.

Her originally aloof and cold face instantly gained a bright and lively charm.

She reached out and grasped Shen Nianqing's hand, placing it over the back of her hand.

"OK."

Su Qingluan's voice was no longer hoarse; it was clear and bright, with a hint of cunning.

"I haven't been involved in worldly affairs for a long time."

She leaned in slightly, her gaze fixed on Shen Nianqing.

"Then please take good care of me, sister."

The word "older sister" came into the room.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

That "sister" made him break out in a cold sweat.

Shen Xingzhou shivered.

He hugged the guqin in his arms even tighter, as if afraid that the instrument would fly up and kill someone at any moment.

Shen Nianqing's expression remained unchanged.

She nodded.

"Of course."

Then, Shen Nianqing turned her head and looked at Qingxu, who was desperately shrinking into the shadows at the edge of the stage.

"Elder Qingxu."

Shen Nianqing spoke gently.

"If you don't mind, how about we stay at the Shen family's house for a couple of days?"

Upon hearing this, Qingxu's entire Taoist robe trembled.

The old Taoist priest waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"No! No!"

Qingxu began to retreat, speaking at an extremely fast pace.

"I suddenly remembered that there's a batch of pills in my Purple Mansion that's at a crucial stage! The timing can't be delayed!"

"Miss Shen's hospitality is appreciated! I'll take my leave now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingxu formed a hand seal.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and then a gentle breeze swept by.

The edges of the stage were empty.

This Taoist master, who had reached the Purple Mansion realm, slipped away faster than a rabbit.

The celebrities in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak up and try to persuade them to stay.

What happened tonight has completely exceeded their comprehension.

……

The night was deep.

Jiangcheng Avenue.

A black, extended Lincoln drove smoothly.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was oppressive and suffocating.

Shen Xingzhou sat in the passenger seat.

He clutched the brocade box containing the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither tightly in his arms.

He kept his eyes fixed on the windshield in front of him, without looking to the side.

Even their breathing was deliberately kept quiet.

The driver gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his brow beaded with sweat.

He glanced furtively in the rearview mirror, then immediately looked away as if he'd been electrocuted.

back row.

Shen Nianqing and Su Qingluan sat side by side.

The two were separated by a genuine leather armrest box.

Su Qingluan closed her eyes to rest.

Place your hands naturally on your knees.

His aura had been completely concealed, but he still exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

Shen Nianqing turned her head to look at the street scene outside the window.

Neon lights flashed across her profile.

There's a speed bump ahead.

The car bumped slightly.

Shen Xingzhou turned around abruptly and angrily shouted at the driver in a low voice.

"Drive carefully!"

The driver was so startled that his hand trembled, and the car immediately slowed down.

Su Qingluan opened her eyes.

She glanced at the trembling Shen Xingzhou, then at the composed Shen Nianqing beside him.

"Are you always this paranoid when you go out?"

Su Qingluan spoke, her voice calm.

Shen Xingzhou didn't dare to reply.

He was afraid that if he said the wrong word, he would provoke this female devil to lash out on the spot.

Shen Nianqing turned her head.

"My brother has a quick temper, and he was a little nervous today because of a minor accident."

Su Qingluan nodded.

My gaze swept over the luxurious interior of the car.

Starry sky ceiling, crystal wine cabinet, in-vehicle screen.

Half an hour later.

The vehicle drove into the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

The large iron gate of the Shen family villa slowly opened.

Bright lights.

The car came to a complete stop.

Shen Xingzhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Holding the guqin, he was practically thrown out of the passenger seat.

He quickly went around to the back seat and opened the car door.

"arrive."

Shen Xingzhou managed to utter two words.

Shen Nianqing got off the bus first.

She stood beside the car and straightened her skirt.

Then, a dark red color appeared at the car door.

Su Qingluan stepped out of the car.

The night breeze blew her Taoist robe, making her figure appear even more slender.

The main gate of the Shen family villa.

Fifty disciples of the Punishment Hall stood on both sides.

Everyone was wearing a black suit and a white shirt.

Carrying two swords on his back.

The atmosphere was cold and stern.

Lu Chen stood in the very center of the steps.

His one arm was draped behind his back.

His single eye gleamed with a restrained sharpness.

Seeing the Shen family's car return, Lu Chen stepped forward.

"Miss Shen."

Lu Chen bowed.

"You've worked hard, sir."

Shen Nianqing nodded.

Lu Chen straightened up.

His gaze naturally swept over the people behind Shen Nianqing.

next second.

Lu Chen's single eye suddenly contracted.

Looking at Su Qingluan standing next to Shen Nianqing.

Looking at that familiar dark red Taoist robe.

Lu Chen gasped, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The forty-nine Punishment Hall disciples standing ramrod straight around her also collapsed in dismay the moment they saw Su Qingluan's face.

The somber atmosphere vanished, replaced only by terror.

"Su...Su..."

Lu Chen's voice cracked.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to keep his voice steady.

"My little darling? What brings you here?"