Read Novel Full Chapter 1556: The Auspicious Hour Has Arrived
Chapter 1556: The Auspicious Hour Has Arrived
Zhao Xing’s tone was domineering, leaving no room for objection.
These old men had all survived brutal battles, crawling out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Each of them was battle-hardened, each a hegemon of their domain, a tyrant of their realm.
To put it bluntly, every single one of these old men had blood on their hands.
The demons they had killed outnumbered the grains of rice eaten by everyone in Boundless Sacred Mountain.
If one were to judge right from wrong, not a single one of them could be called a good person—they were all far from harmless.
Chen Dahai was scared out of his wits, tears streaming uncontrollably.
His legs trembled violently.
He realized that even if his father were here, the only option would be to kneel and beg for mercy.
“Get on your knees now!” Zhao Xing barked.
The other old men continued drinking and chatting among themselves, completely ignoring the incident.
“I’m going, I’m going! Don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”
Chen Dahai scrambled to the wall, sobbing as he knelt down.
He was overwhelmed with regret and self-pity.
In his entire life, he had never suffered such humiliation.
He felt he had lost all face.
Not just his own face, but the face of Boundless Sacred Mountain as well.
He believed he had disgraced his father and his sect. He wished he could die, but lacked the courage and resolve to do so.
Chen Dahai wept and sniffled.
He regretted ever provoking Situ Taili and landing himself—and Boundless Sacred Mountain—in a situation they couldn’t resist.
He longed for the days when he could throw his weight around back home.
He resolved, after much painful reflection, never to venture out again—hoping only to return to Boundless Sacred Mountain alive and live out his days in comfort.
Everyone present who had suffered under Boundless Sacred Mountain felt a surge of relief and cheered loudly.
This wedding was already worth it. It hadn’t even started yet, and there was already such a spectacle.
The citizens of Hua City also learned the news about Boundless Sacred Mountain’s evils.
They felt utter disdain for the sect’s hypocrisy—saying one thing and doing another—and believed Chen Dahai and his men deserved what they got.
Situ Taili and Cang Sheng stood by the table.
Seeing this scene, the father and son felt immense satisfaction.
“Grandfathers, the ceremony is about to begin. I’ll go on stage now,” Cang Sheng said respectfully.
“Go ahead, grandson.”
“Mm.”
Cang Sheng nodded. His heart was full of nervousness, but he still stepped onto the platform with a smile.
Situ Taili didn’t dare to slack off.
He stayed to entertain the big shots, terrified that if one of them grew displeased, they might slap Hua City into oblivion with a single palm strike.
Trembling, Situ Taili filled his cup and went around toasting each elder.
Though these old men were mostly eccentric, they were relatively polite to him as the in-law.
“Hey, you two, stop whispering. Can’t you see the in-law is toasting you? Are you blind?!”
“Didn’t notice, didn’t notice. Sorry about that, in-law,” one said.
Situ Taili forced a smile and raised his glass. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I just picked the wrong time to toast. I interrupted your reminiscing.”
“Not at all. We’re here for Cang Sheng’s wedding and to meet his family.”
Upon hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Situ Taili’s forehead.
The pressure on him was immense.
Soon, the auspicious hour arrived.
Yi Feng, acting as the officiant, slowly stepped onto the platform and stood beside Cang Sheng.
When the old men saw Yi Feng ascend, they immediately put down their glasses and sat up straight, as if being inspected.
Seeing how respectful these old men were, Situ Taili’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Yi Feng’s status was even higher than these seniors’?
The surrounding guests, noticing the powerhouses remaining silent, dared not utter a single word.
They didn’t even make a sound, afraid of angering these mighty beings.
The scene fell into a profound silence. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone turned their eyes toward the high platform, as if paying homage.
“The auspicious hour has arrived. Please welcome the bride,” Yi Feng announced solemnly.
His voice was not loud, yet it resonated like a grand dharma sound, entering the ears of ten thousand people, filling them with awe.
Draped in a red veil and wearing a splendid red wedding robe, Situ Qingyi gracefully ascended the platform, supported by her maid.
Cang Sheng walked over, took his beloved’s hand, and led her to the center of the platform.
Then, Yi Feng continued the ceremony.
“First bow to heaven and earth!”
The couple bowed eastward together.
“Second bow to the parents!”
Situ Taili stepped onto the platform and sat beside Yi Feng on chairs made of golden-thread nanmu. Beside him was his wife, Lady Situ.
The two newcomers knelt and kowtowed to the three of them.
To the young couple, Big Brother Yi Feng was like an elder brother or father, deserving of this respect.
“Husband and wife bow to each other!”
The couple stood face to face, clasped their hands, and bowed to each other.
“The ceremony is complete. Lift the veil and offer the formal tea!”
The warm sun shone gently, and a soft breeze blew.
Sunlight reflected off Cang Sheng’s sharply defined face, making his smile even more radiant.
The breeze gently rustled Situ Qingyi’s wedding robe, outlining her graceful figure.
Cang Sheng gently lifted the red veil covering his wife’s head, revealing her delicate, beautiful face.
Situ Qingyi raised her eyes to gaze at her husband, her eyes brimming with affection and tenderness.
The crowd below erupted in cheers and applause.
Seeing this, the more than twenty old men were filled with varied emotions. Some sighed with nostalgia, some clapped wildly, and others beamed with warm smiles.
They had thought their lives would end ingloriously.
But then their master had appeared and saved them.
Not only that—the master had brought them Cang Sheng, this good grandson, filling their lives with hope.
Seeing Cang Sheng lift the veil stirred more excitement in them than when they themselves had gotten married.
They saw Cang Sheng as the continuation of their generation, a glimpse of a bright future.
At that moment, the butler brought tea. The couple respectfully offered it to the Situ couple.
“Wife, we should also offer tea to Big Brother Yi Feng,” Cang Sheng said.
“Yes, I was thinking the same,” she replied.
“You must do this,” Situ Taili remarked.
Yi Feng smiled warmly as he accepted the tea from the two juniors, kneeling and bowing. He witnessed their lifelong commitment.
After drinking the tea they offered, Yi Feng stood up.
He announced loudly, “The ceremony is complete! Thank you all for witnessing. Please enjoy the feast—eat and drink freely, don’t be restrained!”
The crowd cheered once more.
Platters of rare delicacies and fine dishes were served. Bottles of fine wine were uncorked as the guests began to feast and drink heartily, indulging in the splendid banquet.
Yi Feng led the young couple down from the platform.
The group of old men all rose respectfully and saluted Yi Feng with clasped fists.
“Greetings, Master!” they said in unison.
Their voices boomed like temple bells, startling everyone present into silence.
The scene fell into a dead hush once more.
Everyone turned to look at Yi Feng, as if they were beholding the sovereign of all creation.
Yi Feng felt quite speechless, but he didn't really mind. However, seeing the uproar throughout the hall, he waved his hand grandly, causing most people to lose the memory of what had just happened in exchange for restoring silence. Then, smiling at the crowd, he said, "No need to stand on ceremony. Let the young couple toast you all, and afterward, the bride must return to her private chambers."
The elders raised their hands, and the jade cups of fine wine flew over on their own.
Cang Sheng and Situ Qingyi smiled especially sweetly. Following Yi Feng’s instructions, they toasted these grandfatherly figures together.
The elders showered praise on their granddaughter-in-law, praising her until her face turned as red as a little apple.
Situ Taili, watching from behind, was utterly stunned beyond words.
He had known that Yi Feng was formidable and powerful.
But he had never imagined that Yi Feng was the master of these great cultivators.
What kind of identity and status was that?
The sight of Yi Feng raising his hand just now seemed to Situ Taili like a divine miracle.
At that moment, Situ Taili felt as insignificant as an ant on the ground.
He couldn't even begin to fathom what kind of being Yi Feng truly was.
After the shock subsided, Situ Taili's heart surged with ecstasy.
He realized that the Situ family was benefiting from their connection to Cang Sheng.
With Yi Feng around, and with these mighty cultivators, the Situ family’s future was bound to flourish.
Not just flourish—they would undoubtedly rise to heights he had never dared to imagine before.
Truly, their ancestors were blessing them, and heaven had eyes!
After the toasts, Situ Qingyi returned to her private chambers first, while Cang Sheng stayed busy receiving and seeing off guests.
The open-air wedding banquet was lively, with guests raising their glasses back and forth.
As time passed, the guests left one after another.
News that dozens of great cultivators had attended the Situ family wedding spread like wildfire as the guests departed.
This explosive news sent shockwaves rippling through the entire Qianlong Dynasty.
The behavior of the young master of Wusheng Mountain at the banquet also became widely known.
That night.
After the banquet ended, Chen Dahai returned to his mountain sect, feeling deeply frustrated.
Just as he thought he had escaped unscathed and was venting his grievances to his father,
the elite forces of the Qianlong Dynasty suddenly descended from the heavens.
In an instant.
Flames erupted across Wusheng Mountain, and the sounds of fighting, clashing metal, explosions, and roars rose and fell in waves.
An hour later.
Wusheng Mountain, which had ruled the area as bandits for a hundred years, was completely wiped out.
The once vibrant Wusheng Mountain was now burned barren by the great fire.
No one survived at Wusheng Mountain; the scene was exceptionally gruesome.
In contrast, the next day, the wedding banquet continued.
Luxury, festivity, and clinking glasses resumed in joyful celebration.
The crown prince of the Qianlong Dynasty arrived in person.
His congratulatory gifts were so numerous they astonished everyone.
Among them were the severed heads of Chen Dahai and his father from Wusheng Mountain.