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

Opposite to Jiangcheng Peninsula Hotel, by the curb.

Li Qiang stared intently at his phone screen.

The black screen spun for a full ten minutes before finally flickering and lighting up again.

On the screen, Zhou Dechang lay on the ground and shouted the three words "Yongzhou Ding" at the top of his lungs.

Li Qiang's mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

He suddenly jumped up from the curb.

With a spring in his legs, he jumped half a meter high.

He nearly flung his phone into the roadway.

Holy crap!

Li Qiang yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice even louder than the old man in the live stream.

He grabbed Zhao Gang by the collar of his delivery uniform and shook him violently.

"Gangzi! Did you hear that! Yu the Great tamed the floods! The cauldron left behind by Yu the Great after taming the floods!"

Zhao just picked up the electric scooter that had fallen to the ground.

With Li Qiang's yank, the person and the car crashed to the ground again.

He scrambled to get close to Li Qiang's phone screen.

His eyes were wide open like two light bulbs, staring intently at the bronze lump that was more than three meters tall.

"My goodness!"

Zhao Gang swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Isn't this just something from a myth to fool children?! Where did this 'exorcist' even dig this up from?!"

Li Qiang was so excited that his face turned red, and he spun around in circles.

"Screw it! He's a god! Don't you know what a god is?! This is a national treasure!"

The two were so excited in the cold wind that they danced around like two fellow patients who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Grandma Wang, who sells roasted sweet potatoes next to us, rolled her eyes.

Holding long-handled iron tongs, he slowly flipped the sweet potato in the stove over.

Sparks flew wildly in the night wind.

"These two young people have ruined their brains by working overtime."

Aunt Wang pursed her lips and muttered under her breath.

He craned his neck to peek at Li Qiang's phone screen.

The enormous bronze cauldron, covered in verdigris, shook its head in disgust.

"What kind of heavy rain control is this? This big, dark copper pot is all rusty."

Grandma Wang tapped the tin stove with pliers.

"I wouldn't even use it to roast sweet potatoes because it wastes so much charcoal, but it treats me like a precious treasure, jumping and bouncing around with it."

Li Qiang was preparing to give Aunt Wang a proper lesson on Chinese history.

I had just turned my head and hadn't even said a word when I was suddenly bumped hard in the back.

"Ouch! Why are you pushing?"

Li Qiang lost his balance and stumbled forward two steps, almost falling headfirst into Aunt Wang's oven.

He turned around, cursing and swearing, ready to confront that clueless person.

When he turned around, Li Qiang froze on the spot, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

In the dead of night, the once deserted streets have been transformed at some point.

A dense, dark mass of people surged out of the subway entrance, from both ends of the street, and from all directions of the alleyways.

It was densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The people around Li Qiang were no longer the same few as before.

It was a group of people, a huge group of people!

Countless cell phones were held up in mid-air, their flashes creating a continuous barrage that made the street brighter than daytime.

A blond guy in a tight-fitting men's suit is shouting at the top of his lungs at the camera.

"Guys! Did you see me, Top Boss?! I'm right across from the Jiangcheng Peninsula Hotel!"

The blond-haired man pointed to the hotel entrance across the street, his voice deafening.

"That's right! This is the hotel! The nation's little sister and the goddess's wife are inside!"

"If you guys manage to get 10,000 in small gifts today, even if the security guards break my legs, I, Yellow Hair, will crawl in and take a close-up picture of this giant cauldron for you!"

Next to the blond-haired man was a female live streamer wearing a miniskirt in the dead of winter, barely touching the edge of the scene.

He was so cold his nose was practically running, but he was still trying to strike a pose.

"Family members, I'm so cold right now, but I'll do my best to show you all the sixth betrothal gift from the Celestial Master!"

The female anchor flirted wildly at the screen.

"Everyone, please follow me. If the Celestial Master comes out later, I'm going to rush up to him and ask for his WeChat!"

It's not just streamers trying to ride the wave of popularity; it's mostly enthusiastic netizens from Jiangcheng.

A group of young girls held up temporary cardboard signs with the words "Shen Nianqing, I love you" and "Chen Xiaoyu, the nation's little sister" roughly written in marker.

There were also a few older men who somehow managed to get their hands on several Taoist robes and put them on.

Holding a plastic whisk, he muttered incantations at the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel, claiming he was receiving the divine energy of a Taoist master.

The scene was in complete chaos, with shouts and screams in various accents mingling together, almost shattering the glass covers of the streetlights.

Li Qiang was squeezed so tightly against the utility pole that he was completely dumbfounded.

"Gangzi! What the hell is going on?!"

Li Qiang shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the crowd.

Zhao Gang clung tightly to his electric scooter, as if afraid it would be trampled into scrap metal.

"The whole internet is watching the live stream! Everyone in Jiangcheng has come to join the fun!"

Grandma Wang stood behind the oven, completely stunned.

I've been selling roasted sweet potatoes on this street for over ten years, and I've never seen so many people during the Spring Festival lantern festival.

This group of people went crazy, jumping and shouting as they pointed at the hotel entrance across the street.

Grandma Wang stared at the dense crowd, her iron pliers frozen in mid-air.

The next second, two beams of light suddenly shot out from the old lady's eyes.

These aren't people, they're walking banknotes!

Grandma Wang's mind was racing with calculations.

With so many people standing here in this freezing weather, how can they not be hungry?

"Oh my god, we're rich! We're rich!"

Grandma Wang was so excited that she kept slapping her thigh.

Even at twenty, people would be scrambling to buy them!

He opened his mouth, just about to shout, "Twenty-one roasted sweet potatoes!"

I suddenly remembered a guy who sold overpriced rice noodle rolls and was so scolded that he packed his bags and ran away overnight.

Aunt Wang quickly swallowed back the words that were about to come out, and swallowed hard.

"Ten dollars! Ten dollars!"

"Hot roasted sweet potatoes! No price increase on this joyous occasion!"

"Heavy rains bring great benefits! Grandma's sweet potatoes are incredibly sweet! Ten yuan each, first come, first served!"

That shout really worked.

The female fans who were shivering from the cold immediately turned around and rushed over, drawn by the aroma.

"Auntie! Give me two! I'm freezing!"

"Me too! Me too! Pick me the big one!"

Grandma Wang's oven was instantly surrounded by a crowd.

The old lady's hands were sore from collecting money that her face wrinkled as she smiled, turning into an old chrysanthemum.

She kept thinking to herself that the person named Da Yu Zhi Shui was a real bodhisattva who had made her small business a success.

Across the street, outside the Peninsula Hotel.

The elite members of Tian Shu are now completely dumbfounded.

The team leader, holding a megaphone, shouted until his voice was hoarse.

"Fellow citizens! Please remain calm and avoid crowding!"

"This is a private banquet. Unauthorized entry is prohibited! Please step back!"

The sound from the loudspeaker had barely started when it was completely drowned out by the deafening shouts from the other side.

"Guys! Did you see that?! Black-clad bodyguards are blocking the way! This is definitely a master-level presence!"

One of the Tian Shu team members was sweating profusely from being squeezed. He turned to look at the captain with a bitter expression.

"Captain, what do we do? We can't fight back, and we can't push hard. I feel like we're about to be crushed into a photograph."

These superhumans can easily blast vicious thugs to smithereens with a wave of their hand.

Now, facing a group of unarmed civilians who only know how to hold up their phones and laugh mindlessly, all his cultivation is so great that he can't even utter a fart.

"We have to endure it, even if we can't!"

The captain gritted his teeth and braced himself against the shoulder of a fanatical fan in front of him.

"Director Zhou is drinking inside. If we let these people in, they'll all be cleaning toilets tomorrow!"

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly frenzied.

Everyone craned their necks, staring intently at the brightly lit entrance of the hotel.

Just as the noise from the crowd reached its peak.

"Creak!"

A sharp scream suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Look! Someone's coming out!"

"Someone's coming out! Someone's coming out!"