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

Four core disciples of Taiqing Palace carried a thick, solid wooden bar through the gate.

Below the lever, a huge object was tightly bound with a hemp rope as thick as a child's arm.

It was covered with a thick layer of bright red silk cloth, completely concealing it without revealing a single gap.

But this thing is just too big.

It stands nearly three meters tall, like a small hill under the red cloth.

The four highly skilled Taoist disciples had veins bulging on their foreheads.

With each step forward, the carpet sank two inches into the ground.

This weight is absolutely beyond the comprehension of normal people.

Lei Zhen stood at the very front, craning his neck as far as he could.

He nudged He Yunting hard with his elbow.

"Old He, look at that physique, that size, could it be that he delivered a mountain of gold?"

He Yunting stared intently at the red cloth.

"Mr. Lei, do you think this is a TV drama? This mountain of gold is so big, how can these four Taoist priests lift it? Judging from its shape, it looks more like some kind of large bronze artifact or stone tablet."

"Whatever it is, with the elders of Taiqing Palace personally paving the way, the significance of this sixth betrothal gift is immeasurable!"

Chen Xiaoyu held up the phone stabilizer, her palms sweaty.

The live stream chat was so full of comments it was almost bursting the screen, and the server was lagging so badly the video was choppy.

Good heavens! This thing is huge! It must weigh several tons!

This shape looks like a large cauldron! Or maybe a large bell!

[Giving a bell is unlucky, it has to be a tripod! Did the Celestial Master sneak into a museum and steal its prized possession?]

[Where are those people who mentioned wholesalers in Yiwu? Come out here! This volume is so large, even free shipping from Yiwu would go bankrupt!]

[Stop arguing! I can feel the pressure even through the screen, what is this?!]

Lin Keke leaned close to her phone and muttered to herself.

"Xiaoyu, with your brother's lavish lifestyle, if I don't have at least a tenth of that when I get married, I won't even bother."

Chen Xiaoyu swallowed.

Beside the main table in the banquet hall.

Su Qingluan was originally standing quietly beside Shen Nianqing.

The moment the red cloth was carried through the gate, my body suddenly froze.

He stared intently at the red cloth, his eyes surging with turbulent emotions.

Beneath the red cloth emanated an extremely ancient, desolate aura, even carrying a strong sense of bloodshed and divine tribulation.

This aura contained the weight of a thousand years of suppression, and the overwhelming murderous aura of someone who had just slain a great demon.

Su Qingluan's fingers clenched tightly.

Scattered records from ancient Taoist texts flashed through my mind, and an utterly absurd idea popped into my head.

"impossible……"

Su Qingluan's lips turned white, and she murmured to herself in a very low voice.

"He went to the Starry Sea...and he pulled that thing out? How is that possible..."

Zhou Xiuqing was standing right next to her. When she heard Su Qingluan's whisper, she was so frightened that she dared not make a sound and stared intently at the red cloth.

The four disciples carefully placed the enormous object covered with a red cloth in the center of the hall.

"boom!"

The moment it landed, the entire floor of the top-floor banquet hall shook violently.

The wine glasses on the table swayed, spilling a lot of red wine and staining the white tablecloth red.

Dan Chenzi, holding a white jade whisk, strode up to Shen Nianqing.

He performed a Taoist salute with one hand, his voice loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Miss Shen."

"The Celestial Master went to the Starry Sea today and retrieved an old object."

"This item is extremely heavy. The Celestial Master instructed that it be delivered here personally as the sixth betrothal gift."

Dan Chenzi turned to the side, giving way to the view, and fully revealing the huge red cloth formation.

"Miss Shen, please unveil the red mark yourself."

All the chaebol tycoons unconsciously held their breath and craned their necks.

Shen Nianqing looked at Dan Chenzi, and then at the red cloth that looked like a small mountain.

Her eyes were full of gentle smiles as she nodded slightly to Dan Chenzi.

"Thank you for making this trip, Taoist priest."

Shen Nianqing strode towards the center of the hall.

Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.

Just as Shen Nianqing walked up to the enormous creature and was about to raise her hand...

"Finally! We've finally arrived!"

Suddenly, a panting sound came from outside the banquet hall entrance.

Two elderly men with gray hair rushed in, pulling each other like unruly donkeys.

Zhou Dechang lost one of his shoes while running, and his suit jacket hung crookedly on his shoulder.

Ji Jingshan was in an even worse situation, clutching a magnifying glass tightly in his hand, running breathlessly.

"Grandpa! Grandpa Zhou! Slow down! Slow down!"

Ji Yunzhou chased after him, sweating profusely, holding the leather shoe that Zhou Dechang had dropped, jumping up and down in a panic.

"Can your hearts take this?! Stop running!"

The two national treasure-level old men completely ignored their grandson.

They rushed into the hall and immediately saw the huge object covered with a red cloth in the center.

Zhou Dechang slammed on the brakes, bracing himself on his knees with both hands, panting heavily.

He stared intently at the outline of the red cloth, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"This...this size..."

Zhou Dechang's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper had been rubbed against it.

"That curve...that imposing base..."

Ji Jingshan shoved Zhou Dechang aside and rushed directly to the red cloth, less than half a meter away.

He raised the magnifying glass in his hand and tried desperately to look through the red cloth. Although he couldn't see anything, he was trembling violently.

"Old Zhou!"

Ji Jingshan turned his head abruptly, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Can you smell it?! That earthy smell! That rusty bronze smell that's traveled thousands of years!"

Zhou Dechang walked forward barefoot, his hands hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch but not daring to.

"No mistake...this level of standardization...this scale..."

The two titans of the antique world, who could turn the tide with a flick of their wrists, were now like two madmen who had spotted a rare treasure, completely disregarding the occasion.

Lei Zhen, watching from the side, scratched his head and asked in a low voice.

"Who are these two old men? Why are they even more excited than me?"

He Yunting replied in a low voice.

"That's Zhou Dechang from the Palace Museum and Ji Jingshan, an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage—a national treasure-level expert."

The atmosphere in the hall had reached its peak.

The twelve tycoon magnates stared wide-eyed at the red cloth.

The guardians of Tian Shu stood up straight, their palms sweating.

Su Qingluan bit her lower lip tightly.

In Chen Xiaoyu's live stream, tens of millions of eyes were glued to the screen, and the chat even paused briefly.

Shen Nianqing stood in front of the red cloth.

He turned around and smiled gently at Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan, as if to say hello.

Then, she extended her fair and slender right hand.

He gently pinched a corner of the thick red cloth with his fingers.

Everyone stopped breathing at that moment.

Zhou Dechang clutched his heart.

Ji Jingshan pressed the magnifying glass against his eyes.

Shen Nianqing exerted a little force with her wrist, pinched the red cloth, and slowly lifted it upwards.