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

A side hall of Taiqing Palace.

Three wisps of blue smoke rose from the purple-gold bronze incense burner.

There were twelve rosewood chairs, and eleven people were seated there.

The head monk of the Golden Register Temple picked up his teacup, brushed away the floating leaves on the surface of the water, and took a sip.

"It's been five days."

He put down his teacup and looked out the door.

"Junior Brother Qingxu hasn't made a move yet."

Elder Wu Lei was twirling two lightning-struck walnuts in his hands, which made a clicking sound.

"Given his sword-riding speed, he should have made a round trip by now. The fact that we haven't heard from him means something must have happened."

Elder Danfang took out an account book from his sleeve, picked up a pen, and dipped it in ink.

"Let me do the math. If the head of the Purple Palace were to die in the line of duty, how much would the pension be? Add to that the cost of the coffin, and the Taiqing Palace's public accounts would be emptied."

"Don't bother calculating."

The head of the Golden Register Institute tapped on the table.

"Whether Qingxu lives or dies is a minor matter, but Su Qingluan bringing the Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Zither down the mountain is a very serious matter."

Elder Wu Lei stopped eating the walnuts in his hand.

"If she goes to Jiangcheng with this murderous aura and runs into the young lady of the Shen family, and the two of them start fighting on the spot, half of Jiangcheng will be gone."

Elder Danfang closed the ledger.

"Miss Shen is just a mortal. Su Qingluan could crush her with a single finger. The Celestial Master is still on the mountain; who can stop him?"

Master Xuanmo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

"Those chosen by the Celestial Master must possess extraordinary abilities."

"Let's wait and see."

The voice just fell.

The heavy wooden door of the side hall was kicked open.

boom.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Qingxu leaned against the door frame.

His Taoist robe was torn at the hem, his hair was askew, and he was covered in sweat.

He braced himself on his knees with both hands, panting heavily.

"You're not dead?"

Elder Danfang blurted out.

Qingxu straightened up and glared at the elder of the alchemy room.

He strode to the table, picked up the tea that the head monk of the Kinrokuin Temple had just poured, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You're all having a great time drinking tea and chatting!"

Qingxu slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

"I'm practically dead in Jiangcheng!"

The head monk of the Golden Register Temple handed over a handkerchief.

"Take your time. Miss Shen and Miss Su, they didn't lay a hand on you?"

Qingxu hastily wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"To take action? That's even scarier than taking action!"

All twelve pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

"I'll hide by the stage."

Qingxu lowered his voice.

"That girl, Su Qingluan, broke a string on her zither in front of all the celebrities present."

Elder Wu Lei stood up.

"She used spiritual pressure?"

"It moved; the broken string cut through the side wall."

Qingxu swallowed.

"Miss Shen stood right in front of her, without taking a single step back."

The side hall was completely silent.

"and then?"

Master Xuanmo asked.

"Then."

Qingxu took a deep breath.

Miss Shen stepped forward and grasped Su Qingluan's wrist.

hiss.

Elder Danfang gasped.

A mortal went to capture the young master of Tianyin Pavilion, who was in a state of rage.

This behavior is extremely dangerous.

"Your arm is broken?"

The head monk of the Golden Register Temple asked.

"It's not broken."

Qingxu shook his head.

"Not only did Miss Shen not lose her hand, she also invited Su Qingluan to the Shen family villa as a guest, and the two of them went back in the same car."

Everyone looked at each other.

The walnut in Elder Wulei's hand fell to the ground and rolled a long way.

"Su Qingluan agreed?"

"I agreed."

Qingxu's expression was strange.

"Su Qingluan not only agreed, but also called Miss Shen 'elder sister' in front of me."

The side hall fell into complete silence.

The only sound was the wind blowing through the window.

Call her "older sister".

The young master of Tianyin Pavilion, who was ruthless and had been obsessed with his goal for ten years, called a mortal woman "sister".

Master Xuanmo paused, his hand stroking his beard.

He looked down at the white beard he had plucked.

"Without shedding blood."

Master Xuanmo spoke in a deep voice.

"Turning hostility into friendship. This Miss Shen has such a magnanimous spirit."

The head monk of the Golden Register Temple nodded in agreement.

"Su Qingluan cultivates in accordance with the way of heaven, while Miss Shen is neither humble nor arrogant, but open and tolerant, which breaks her obsession. Such a state of mind and cultivation far surpasses that of us."

Elder Danfang picked up the walnuts from the ground and stuffed them into Elder Wulei's hand.

"We have to admit that the Celestial Master has a keen eye for talent. Miss Shen is very secure in her position as the Empress."

Master Xuanmo stood up.

He straightened his purple Taoist robe.

The elders then stood up.

"Now that Junior Brother Qingxu has returned safely, the fourth betrothal gift has been delivered securely."

Master Xuanmo's gaze swept over the crowd.

"The first four items—the Taiyi Star Letter, the Seven Star Lamp, the Xuantian Demon-Slaying Stele, and the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither—are already at the pinnacle of their quality."

He stepped out of the hall.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

Qingxu asked.

"Let's go to the back mountain."

Master Xuanmo stepped out of the palace gate.

"We should consult with the Celestial Master about this fifth betrothal gift."

The back mountain of Taiqing Palace.

At the top of the cliff.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and the wind howled fiercely.

Chen Shidu sat on a blue stone.

Holding an ordinary carving knife, he was carving a piece of wood struck by lightning.

Wood chips fell in a soft rustling sound.

Master Xuanmo led the twelve elders up the stone steps to the precipice. They stopped three zhang behind Chen Shidu and bowed in unison.

"Celestial Master".

Master Xuanmo spoke.

Chen Shidu's carving knife never stopped.

"Qingxu is back."

Qingxu stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"Master, the fourth betrothal gift, the Nine Heavens Phoenix Zither, has been personally delivered by Miss Su to the Shen family in Jiangcheng."

Chen Shidu paused for a moment with his carving knife.

Blow away the wood chips.

"She didn't make things difficult for Nianqing, did she?"

"no."

Qingxu answered truthfully.

"Miss Shen invited Miss Su to stay with her, and the two got along very well. Miss Su even called Miss Shen 'elder sister'."

Chen Shidu's lips curled into a tiny smile.

He put away his carving knife and tucked the roughly carved piece of lightning-struck wood into his sleeve.

"Nianqing has always been magnanimous."

Chen Shidu looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

"It's a good thing that Qingluan has come to her senses."

Master Xuanmo stepped forward two steps.

"Celestial Master, the first four betrothal gifts have already shaken the world."

Master Xuanmo looked solemn.

"According to the rules of our Taoist sect, the betrothal gifts are of nine levels, each level being more important than the last."

The head of the Golden Register Institute then spoke.

"The fifth betrothal gift must surpass the first four. I've considered the items in the Taiqing Palace treasury, and they all seem to fall short."

Elder Wu Lei made the suggestion.

"Open the ancestral master's shrine? Ask for that ritual implement left behind by the Celestial Master?"

Master Xuanmo shook his head.

"That magical artifact is too violent and unsuitable as a betrothal gift."

Chen Shidu looked at the group of old Taoist priests with worried expressions.

"No need to open the treasure vault."

Chen Shidu spoke.

The elders looked up.

"The first four gifts are physical items."

Chen Shidu stood with his hands behind his back.

"For the fifth layer, let's send something else."

"What should I send?"

Master Xuanmo asked.

Chen Shidu looked up.

Look up at the sky above the cliff.

"The earth's veins in Jiangcheng are parched, and its spiritual energy is depleted."

Chen Shidu's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed across the cliff.

"Although the Shen family villa is large, it lacks a sense of vitality."

He raised his right hand, bringing his two fingers together.

"The fifth betrothal gift."

A pure white lightning flashed at Chen Shidu's fingertips.

"I will go to Kunlun myself."

The elders held their breath.

Kunlun.

The ancestor of all mountains in the world.

The place where the dragon vein originates.

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