Chapter 667: No Longer Single From This Day Forth

"Marriage? So sudden..."

Yaoyun looked at the couple before her. She initially didn't know how to respond to her sword master's request. Still, she felt the gentle warmth flowing like a stream through Wang Sheng's heart and noticed the resolve in Mu Wanxuan's eyes.

In the end, she sighed softly and nodded. "Alright, I will help as best I can. What do you want me to do?"

Wang Sheng thought for a moment. "We'll keep it simple. Just be our witness."

Mu Wanxuan blinked. "Preparation."

Her intentions were clear. They still had to make preparations, no matter how simple.

Wang Sheng blinked in confusion. He wondered what they could possibly prepare here, but his senior sister had already begun taking things out of her storage artifact, including a Spirit Stone generator, a phone, a full set of brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone.

"And..."

Mu Wanxuan lowered her head and rummaged through her storage artifact, pulling out one household item after another.

Smiling faintly at the sight, Wang Sheng also searched through his Qiankun Ring for anything that could be useful. Before long, he brought out a pile of rare materials and started setting up a simple venue.

They had no guests aside from their sole witness, yet Mu Wanxuan treated the ceremony with complete seriousness. Even if they could hold a grand wedding in the future, this moment would still be irreplaceable.

With a quiet sense of duty settling over him, Wang Sheng followed his senior sister's instructions. Carrying an armful of materials, he went to a corner and crafted tables, chairs, and other furnishings.

I should prioritize making a soft, comfortable bed.

As far as artifact crafting went, he only knew the steps to forging flying swords. However, he was now a Heavenly Immortal. He could melt his many precious materials using immortal power, reshape them, and easily handle basic carpentry.

Wang Sheng had to thank Long Liekong for indirectly supplying him with these materials by looting one of the Celestial Wind Sect's treasuries.

He first crafted a set of tables and chairs, which Yaoyun casually snatched over to create a workspace for writing and drawing. Afterward, he shaped two candlesticks, formed candles from a piece of precious red material, and then lit each with a small immortal flame. He worked through every item he could think of for their bowing ceremony.

Less than half a day later, everything had been arranged perfectly. Marriage was no small matter, though. It required a sense of celebration. Hence, Wang Sheng chose a few top-grade materials and created a large bed. It had no practical function, yet it emitted a dazzling radiance.

The bed legs were made out of Molten Jiuhua Fire Wood. He also pieced together dozens of ten-thousand-year-old ice jade slabs to create the bed board, making it cool to the touch and refreshing to the heart.

Meanwhile, the mattress and headboard were created from high-quality celestial beast leather. Inside were clusters of precious Snow Silkworm Silk. Lying on it felt like resting on clouds, keeping one comfortable no matter how they moved. The only drawback was the slightly outrageous cost.

Wang Sheng also set up screens around the bed and hung layered curtains. He asked Yaoyun to inscribe arrays that blocked outside probing and dampened sound, turning the space into a private area meant only for husband and wife. Though he knew such arrays would not stop true experts, they at least brought some peace of mind.

After completing the main work, Wang Sheng floated over with his hands behind his back and stopped behind his senior sister.

Is she... drawing comics?

The tables and chairs were already covered with manga-style portraits of handsome men and beautiful women. Each had distinct, unique features, yet Wang Sheng could not tell who was who.

Wang Sheng pointed at the most detailed drawing. "Who is this handsome guy in a Daoist robe?"

"Master!"

"Oh... Then who is this fairy in ancient-style clothing?"

"Martial Aunt!"

Wang Sheng could not help but laugh. "

Hah!

"

He studied the drawings carefully and realized that his senior sister focused on capturing each person's spirit. Their temperament was perfectly conveyed, and their facial features were remarkably close to the real ones.

Mu Wanxuan huffed softly to show her displeasure, then casually wrote names beside the portraits.

Master Qing Yanzi, Martial Aunt Jingyun, Mistress,

Junior Sister.

Their small squad of companions was also among the artworks.

Huai Jing, Liu Yunzhi, Shi Qianzhang.

She had also drawn some of their other friends, like Mou Yue and Zhou Yinglong, and their seniors, including the Celestial Master and Yuan Pu Zhenren. Lishang and a few other people from the Xinghai Sect also had portraits of their own.

Her senior sister had already finished more than thirty drawings, inviting many guests in her own way. Every piece was made with care.

Sighing quietly, Wang Sheng firmly decided to one day hold a proper wedding for his senior sister and invite all their relatives and friends to witness it.

Mu Wanxuan handed the brush to Wang Sheng. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she murmured, "Parents..."

Wang Sheng smiled. "I'll draw them."

He lifted the brush and drew swiftly on the paper. Soon, he finished his masterpiece: stickman figures of his parents and little sister.

Mu Wanxuan pressed a hand to her forehead with helpless amusement. She gave Wang Sheng a light scolding, took back the brush, and resumed drawing.

Wang Sheng could only chuckle at the side. After all, he had no talent for drawing. Writing the names beside the portraits would be good enough.

Half a day later, he finished applying the final touches to the venue. Two rows of round chairs, a screen, two main seats, and a carpet formed the place where they would perform the ceremony.

It was simple, but it was something.

Yaoyun took her Qiankun Ring and pulled Mu Wanxuan into a corner to choose clothing. The princess had stored several immortal dresses on the top level of the ring, among which were two red outfits suited to the occasion. After thinking it through, Mu Wanxuan chose her own cyan-bird celestial dress.

With a decisive flick of her small hand, Yaoyun cut apart her favorite red palace gown and fashioned a red veil embroidered with a phoenix pattern. The remaining material became a decorative silk ball.

Wang Sheng lifted the portraits that Mu Wanxuan had drawn. Using immortal power, he arranged them above the seats. He bowed to each one in turn, completing the welcoming of guests.

He then took out his Dragon Sword and placed it in a corner. Summoning the sword spirit, he instructed, "Add some light later to build the atmosphere. Make sure not to let this place look empty."

The little cyan dragon nodded and started making serious preparations.

Afterward, Wang Sheng summoned the subordinates he had recently recruited. Ling Sheng, the Ghost Heart Vine, turned into a girl and helped Mu Wanxuan, serving as a maid.

The Spirit-Stabilizing Tea Tree led more than ten herb spirits who had taken human form and lined them up nearby. The old woman proved quite capable. Using a few of her withered branches, she created several instruments, allowing the herb spirits to form a temporary ensemble.

The place felt much livelier now.

Someone seemed to have noticed Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan's shortage of helpers. A streak of green light flared outside the palace, passed through the dense canopy, and rushed straight into the immortal palace.

The light faded, revealing a confused, cloaked figure—Lin Feiyao.

She had been hiding near the outer array, waiting for a chance to enter the middle ring. To her surprise, a pillar of light descended from the sky, pulled her into the canopy, and brought her over.

Isn't this the immortal palace that the countless experts outside are fighting desperately to enter?

Staring at the complicated and puzzling hall arrangement in a corner of the palace, she felt completely lost. Soon, though, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan turned toward her. Understanding dawned as she smiled bitterly.

She suddenly pitied all the experts bleeding and fighting outside. The fated opportunity they sought had long been taken, yet they still clung to their dreams of soaring to the heavens.

At that moment, Qinghua's voice echoed around the great palace.

"

I am the master of this place. Since you are Zhuge Lin's grand-disciple, we share a karmic connection. Today, I accept you as an unofficial disciple. Your senior sister Hua Qing is about to be married. Go and help with the preparations.

"

Lin Feiyao quickly knelt to offer her respects.

Mu Wanxuan now had a bridesmaid.

Wang Sheng frowned slightly at the sight. He walked to a corner and had a whispered conversation with Mu Wanxuan.

Afterward, he took out a bronze mirror and whispered, "Your Imperial Majesty, could you take the seat of honor? My senior sister never knew her parents, and her master from this life is not here either. If you could join us, it would mean a great deal."

As though from nearby, Qinghua replied, "

Very well.

"

He had already appeared behind Wang Sheng. After nodding at the sword cultivator slightly, he walked to the simple venue, but instead of taking the main seat, he sat beside the portraits.

Wang Sheng laughed softly. Qinghua had made his intention to act as Mu Wanxuan's guardian so obvious that Wang Sheng could not pretend not to understand it.

Everything was ready.

Lin Feiyao transformed into an old woman and stood beside Qinghua, acting as the wedding officiant. Having spent a long time cultivating outside and having witnessed similar occasions before, she possessed the experience required to fulfill the role.

"Let the ceremony begin! Music!"

Several herb spirits started playing and singing. They lacked proper melody, yet they made the event livelier and more festive.

Even though the ceremony was simplified, Lin Feiyao did not dare make any mistakes. She followed each step exactly as Wang Sheng had explained.

Before long, the two newlyweds entered the venue. Wang Sheng, who donned a brand new Daoist robe, held one end of the silk ball. Mu Wanxuan, who was holding the other end, was in her celestial dress and had a bright-red veil covering her face.

Yaoyun had also changed into a pink palace outfit. She supported Mu Wanxuan at her side, accompanying her forward.

In similar clothing, Ling Sheng followed behind Mu Wanxuan. Quiet and well-behaved, she carried a flower basket, scattering petals as they walked.

Candlelights swayed softly. Ethereal music filled the hall.

Wang Sheng seemingly heard cheering around him as the floating portraits appeared to come alive. Figures now filled the seats beneath them, smiling as they watched.

Facing the outside of the palace, they kowtowed three times with complete sincerity, finishing their bow to heaven and earth. When it was time to kowtow to their elders, Qinghua sat on the right. At the center was Qing Yanzi's portrait, while the ones of Wang Sheng's parents were on the left. The whole family was here.

They bowed three times, each one clear and resounding.

When the couple was about to bow to each other, Mu Wanxuan laughed softly for unknown reasons. As Lin Feiyao called out each command to bow, they faced one another. Mu Wanxuan deliberately leaned forward and gently bumped her forehead against Wang Sheng's.

"The ceremony is complete," Lin Feiyao announced, the words echoing throughout the immortal palace. She then smiled. "Bridegroom, you may now lift the veil."

Wang Sheng smiled, nervousness rising in his chest. He held and slowly lifted the red bridal veil with both hands. Behind it, a radiant beauty gazed back with shy affection. Her skin was fair and smooth like polished jade. Her hair, as dark as clouds, fell in soft, silken strands.

Her long lashes fluttered ever so slightly over her bright eyes, which held six parts shyness, seven parts anticipation, eight parts contentment, nine parts serenity, and ten parts love.

The scene was like a painting, a poem, a dream.

Wang Sheng, who rarely saw Mu Wanxuan in makeup, found himself staring, entranced.

The Spirit-Stabilizing Tea Tree brought two cups of tea. Mu Wanxuan and Wang Sheng each held one and offered it to Qinghua, the only elder present and their witness.

Qinghua looked sentimental. Warmth filled his gaze as he drank the tea. He then hesitated several times, unsure what to say.

Eventually, he smiled at Wang Sheng. "If you ever dare mistreat Little Qing, I will not forgive you."

Wang Sheng thumped his chest. "Worry not, Uncle-in-Law!"

Qinghua paused, momentarily confused. "

Mm?

"

Wang Sheng inwardly panicked. He had been so happy that he had blurted out the title.

Fortunately, Qinghua simply smiled and lightly waved his hand.

Lin Feiyao declared, "Escort the newlyweds to the bridal chamber!"

Wang Sheng stood up, guiding the silk ball ahead while his senior sister followed behind him with gentle steps.

Yaoyun and Ling Sheng hurried ahead, symbolically arranging the bed before withdrawing and activating the array in the corner.

Once Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan entered, Qinghua sighed softly and vanished.

Wang Sheng also dismissed the Spirit-Stabilizing Tea Tree, the Ghost Heart Vine, and the noisy herb spirits, leaving only the couple, Lin Feiyao, and Yaoyun in the palace.

Lin Feiyao returned to her youthful form and sat down stiffly, still unable to process the now-empty venue.

How did I somehow become a Heavenly Minister's unofficial disciple and help host a wedding? All of this feels so unreal...

Yaoyun's eyes reddened for reasons she could not explain. Sitting quietly, she stared outside the palace in thought.

After a while, Lin Feiyao asked, "Are they really... consummating?"

Yaoyun answered softly, "

Mm.

"

Lin Feiyao whispered, "Wanna go take a look?"

Yaoyun frowned and immediately scolded her.

Moments later, though, the two sneaked behind a screen. Yaoyun secretly opened a small corner of the array before quickly sealing it again, the skin at her neck turning slightly red.

Remaining calm, Lin Feiyao nodded with the composure of an experienced Daoist elder. Still curious, she nudged Yaoyun with her elbow. "Hey, open it again."

Yaoyun lightly scolded, "No! Peeking at others is improper!"

She then floated away, leaving Lin Feiyao pouting.