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

Early in the morning, the large iron gate of the Shen Family Manor was filled with all kinds of top-of-the-line luxury cars.

Lei Zhen was wearing his signature black trench coat, with a half-smoked cigar between his teeth.

Standing outside the iron gate, he rubbed his hands together vigorously and turned to look at He Yunting beside him.

"Old He, aren't we disturbing Miss Shen's rest too much by coming here so early in the morning to say goodbye?"

He Yunting straightened his sharp suit.

"It's never wrong to be overly polite. You saw what happened last night, didn't you?"

He Yunting lowered his voice.

"The Celestial Master even brought the Yongzhou Cauldron, a national treasure."

"If we leave without even saying goodbye, do we even want to work in the business world again?"

"President He is right, the Shen family is now a place where a true dragon resides."

Ye Canghai looked at the tightly closed door.

"We are only able to stand here and breathe a few breaths of air because we are incredibly fortunate."

Butler Liu opened the side gate of the manor and welcomed the group of bigwigs inside.

Lei Zhen had just stepped across the threshold when he suddenly stopped.

He sniffed hard, and his eyes widened instantly.

Holy crap!

"What's wrong with this air? Breathing in it feels like eating a ginseng fruit! My headache from staying up late these past few days is gone instantly!"

He Yunting also noticed something was wrong. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A look of extreme enjoyment appeared on his face.

"President Lei, this is called spiritual energy. The Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great are suppressing the Kunlun Dragon Vein."

He Yunting opened his eyes, his tone filled with undisguised envy.

"This Shen Family Manor is now a legendary paradise."

"Staying here for a day is more effective than eating any delicacies or tonics."

"This isn't just a house, it's a lifeline!"

Ye Canghai gazed longingly at the greenery around him.

The ornamental trees that were bare last night are now covered with lush green leaves, so green they seem to drip with moisture.

The few precious orchids in the yard would never normally bloom at this time of year.

At this moment, however, the flowers, glistening with morning dew, fill the courtyard with a wonderful, fragrant aroma.

The group walked along the stone path.

Just around the corner, I saw the enormous thing in the middle of the lawn.

The Yongzhou Ding, which is more than three meters tall, gleams with a faint halo in the morning light.

The grass around the tripod was much taller than the grass on the sides, swaying in the wind.

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan, two old men nearing eighty, were circling around the large cauldron.

The two old men had clearly not slept all night; their eye bags were swollen like walnuts, but their energy was frighteningly high.

Zhou Dechang was lying on the ground, holding an extremely soft little brush in his hand.

He carefully swept away a bit of dirt from the tripod's legs, his movements even gentler than when touching his first love's hand.

"Old Ji, come quick! The carving technique used for this taotie pattern is a lost art!"

Zhou Dechang's voice trembled with excitement.

Ji Jingshan held up a high-powered magnifying glass, his whole body almost pressed against the belly of the cauldron.

"Shut up! I'm looking at the ripples in the water!"

Ji Jingshan's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of infatuation.

"There are still traces of cinnabar from ancient times in these engravings; even after four thousand years, the color hasn't faded completely!"

Ji Yunzhou sat on the steps next to him, holding two cups of coffee that had gone cold.

My head was starting to droop, and I was so sleepy that tears were streaming down my face.

Lei Zhen looked at the large cauldron, feeling an unbearable itch in his heart.

I strode over and reached out to touch the mottled patina.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Dechang swung his brush back and struck Lei Zhen's hand directly.

"Don't touch it!"

"Every single line on this surface is a national treasure! Your sweaty hands might damage the patina of the bronze; can you afford to pay for it?"

Lei Zhen, the dignified shipping tycoon of Guangdong Province, didn't dare to show any temper when an old man hit his hand with a brush.

He quickly pulled his hands back into his trench coat pockets, nodding repeatedly with a forced smile.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhou is right. I'll just look, I won't touch it, absolutely not."

The villa's gate opened.

Shen Xingzhou, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes, yawned as he walked out.

Good morning, elders.

Shen Xingzhou rubbed his eyes and greeted them listlessly.

Ye Canghai quickly went to greet him, his face crinkling into a wide smile.

"Good morning, Young Master Shen. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Good my ass."

Shen Xingzhou muttered something under his breath, then waved his hand.

"You elders have come so early, are you here to see my sister? She'll be downstairs soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Nianqing and Su Qingluan walked out of the hall side by side.

"Mr. Ye, President He, President Lei."

Shen Nianqing walked to the steps and nodded with a smile.

"Have you all had breakfast yet, elders, since you've arrived so early?"

He Yunting bowed slightly.

"Miss Shen, you're too kind. We've already eaten."

"There's still a ton of mess to clean up at the company, so we've come here today specifically to say goodbye."

Lei Zhen echoed this sentiment.

"Miss Shen, if there's anything you need me for in the future, just give me a call, and I'll be there anytime!"

Dan Chenzi swung his white jade whisk and walked around from behind the cauldron.

He straightened his purple-gold Bagua Taoist robe, walked up to Shen Nianqing, and gave a Taoist salute with one hand.

"Miss Shen, the divine cauldron has been placed, and the formation is complete."

Dan Chenzi spoke respectfully.

"This old Taoist will now take his disciple back to Taiqing Palace to report to the Celestial Master."

Shen Nianqing looked at Dan Chenzi and returned the greeting earnestly.

"You've worked hard, Daoist Master. Please give my regards to Shi Du."

Just as Dan Chenzi turned around to call his disciples to leave.

A strong, resonant voice suddenly rang out from outside the manor gate.

"Junior Brother Danchen, wait a moment."

Everyone turned to look at the same time.

An elderly man dressed in a purple Taoist robe stepped into the gate with his hands behind his back.

The old man had white hair and beard, and possessed an air of otherworldly wisdom.

Upon seeing who it was, Dan Chenzi's expression instantly turned extremely solemn.

Hurry up and step forward, clasp your hands together, and bow deeply.

"Senior Brother, why did you come down the mountain in person?"

The visitor was none other than the head of the Taiqing Palace, the True Man Xuanmo.

Master Xuanmo ignored Dan Chenzi and walked straight to Shen Nianqing.

He clasped his hands together and performed a very solemn full bow.

"Old Taoist Xuanmo greets Miss Shen."

Shen Nianqing quickly stepped forward and offered a helping hand.

"Master, please don't stand on ceremony. You are my elder, and I cannot accept such formalities."

Master Xuanmo straightened up and turned to look at Su Qingluan standing to the side.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Qingluan, it's been many years, and your heart has become even more clear and insightful."

Su Qingluan looked at Xuanmo Zhenren, a hint of respect flashing in her cold eyes.

He bowed slightly and performed a junior's greeting.

"Master Xuanmo."

Dan Chenzi stood to the side, scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face.

"Senior Brother, didn't the Celestial Master assign you to oversee daily affairs on the mountain? What are you doing all the way to Jiangcheng?"

Master Xuanmo glared at Dan Chenzi and spoke in an annoyed tone.

"What do you know? The Celestial Master's wedding is the most important event in our Taoist sect for hundreds of years."

Master Xuanmo turned to look at Shen Nianqing, his tone becoming respectful again.

"Miss Shen, the Celestial Master gave instructions last night."

"These past few days, Jiangcheng has been in turmoil, with powerful families and wealthy merchants coming to visit one after another. As the host family, the Shen family must reciprocate with gifts."

Master Xuanmo stroked the white beard on his chin.

"The Celestial Master said that we must not be impolite and give the impression that the Shen family does not know the rules."