Su Li clasped her fingers together, leaning her chin on them, with her elbows resting on the railing by the Spiritual Lake, her gaze vacant as she stared at the golden koi in the lake.

How did it suddenly jump to the stage of a grand wedding? Was Master Hao Yuan really so impatient and eager?

Hmm, but thinking about it carefully, it’s been exactly thirty-eight years since they set their engagement, not too short.

And she too was thirty-eight this year.

"Miss, you don’t know, those women are jealous and envious, wishing they could take your place. Hmph, they don’t even think about it, can they compare to you? From family background to cultivation abilities, does the True Monarch like them? The True Monarch only likes you, Miss."

"And besides, Miss Bu Yu is really funny. She even tried to stop the True Monarch last time, and got whipped three times for it, even Master Bi Hai and Master Zhiyu were reprimanded by the Sect Leader. They thought the True Monarch couldn’t see through their faces. In the past, he was cordial to them because of you, Miss, but now they don’t even want to treat you well, and still hope for a good face from the True Monarch, they’re dreaming."

Su Li: "Sounds like Master Hao Yuan really loves me to bits."

Xiaoqing nodded eagerly, propping her face with envy, "Everyone outside says that Miss is the luckiest fairy in the entire Cultivation World."

Su Li was non-committal, absent-mindedly tossing fish food into the Spiritual Lake.

Sword Sect was adorned with lanterns and festoons everywhere, lively and bustling, and a month’s time flew by in an instant.

Half a month ago, the guest rooms of Sword Sect had been fully occupied by disciples from various sects who came from all directions to congratulate.

It’s rare that Huayu Peak remained tranquil and peaceful, undisturbed.

Even disciples from Bijian Peak and people like Su Buyu hadn’t come to disturb Su Li’s peace for a long time.

"The True Monarch really understands you, Miss." Xiaoqing said this for the three thousand four hundredth time without growing tired.

The tranquility of Huayu Peak was shattered on her wedding day. Early in the morning, Su Li was dragged up by Xiaoqing to dress up.

Being naturally beautiful with a spiritual body, Su Li’s appearance was top-tier, requiring no excessive makeup or fragrance.

Xiaoqing carefully placed a gold hairpin on Su Li’s forehead, meticulously arranging the extravagant gown to its utmost splendor.

The wedding dress had been personally delivered by Master Hao Yuan a few days ago, made of twelve layers of Purple Flowing Sky Silk, crafted by the workshop master of Jinxiu Workshop himself.

Every thread and fiber from Jinxiu Workshop is worth a fortune, let alone a piece made by the retired workshop master.

The purple-red wedding gown shimmered with a radiant glow as if walking amidst clouds at sunset, unbelievably beautiful.

A train twelve meters long was carried by four female disciples as they walked. The Glazed Bead Crown jingled, while the phoenix hairpins adorned her bun on both sides.

Everything was ready. Xiaoqing looked up at Su Li, completely stunned on the spot.

Like a fairy descending, looking down on the world, beautiful yet majestic.

Xiaoqing didn’t dare to make a sound, deeply bowed her head, her soul trembling with reverence.

Vaguely, Xiaoqing felt the aura of Miss was overwhelming, like an Ancient God, even more so than when she humbled herself before Master Hao Yuan.

In a daze, Xiaoqing mocked herself with a smile, she was indeed overwhelmed, even having such absurd illusions.

The elaborate wedding gown added an unusual aura to Miss, but on closer inspection, she was still the same Miss.

Heavenly music played, melodies sung, birds chirped. Red clouds gathered in waves, forming over Sword Sect.

Immortal maidens in water-red palace attire rode flying swords, scattering vibrant petals amidst the clouds.

Various sword techniques flew together, bursting with colorful fireworks.

Sword Sect, often seen by other sects as a group of iron-headed men and women, surprisingly showed such grace when they celebrated.

From the sky, looking down, the central mountain peak of Sword Sect, like an iron sword pointing to the sky, was already packed. Only the wide stone platform in the center was left.

Master Hao Yuan stood in the center of the stone platform, dressed in purple-red attire. His face carried a hint of joy, his eyes full of expectation.

A bed of flowers was laid over colorful clouds, and the bride slowly arrived in a flower sedan chair.

"So envious, this is the grandest and most beautiful wedding I’ve ever seen."

"Master Hao Yuan is both powerful and passionate, Fairy Su Li is so fortunate."

"Yes, I heard Master Hao Yuan is unwaveringly loyal to Fairy Su Li, rejecting even fairies and saintesses among the top ten on the Heavenly Demon List for her. I wonder what kind of extraordinary beauty Fairy Su Li must possess to have Master Hao Yuan form a Heavenly Dao alliance with her."

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The sour tones couldn’t be fully drowned out by the lingering melodies. Everyone stretched their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the bride’s unparalleled beauty.

Even as Master Hao Yuan reached out his hand to the bride, faint murmurs of unwilling sobbing emerged from the crowd.

Su Li: "....."

"Don’t be distracted, follow me." Master Hao Yuan’s entire being, from inside out, exuded excitement and joy, so dense it seemed tangible.

His eyes shone like the brightest star in the universe, alight solely for the one who moved his heart. Deep emotions, like waves and tides, surged over people, sweeping them into a sea of elation.

Su Li could feel the burning warmth in their clasped hands, akin to the person beside her.

Master Hao Yuan’s usual icy demeanor was replaced with warmth, like a spring sun, gently shining on his beloved.

This ability to change someone was a source of pride, and it’s a feeling that’s very addictive.

Su Li believed that in this moment, Master Hao Yuan’s genuine emotions were real.

Much like mortal customs, Su Li and Master Hao Yuan drank cross-cups under the witness of Sword Sect’s Sect Leader Elders.

The wedding ceremony was a strange mix, as there was no rule in the Cultivation World about holding wedding banquets. Forming a Daoist couple only required offering incense to communicate with the Heavenly Dao, without too many elaborate rituals.

Nobody knew where Master Hao Yuan got this wedding banquet protocol from.

The Sect Leader Elders seated at the head table wore forced smiles, dark circles beneath their eyes. They had been tormented by organizing the wedding banquet Master Hao Yuan insisted on.

"Didn’t expect Master Hao Yuan, as rumor has it, to love his Daoist partner to the extreme. It’s said Master Hao Yuan describes Fairy Su Li as ’my Dao’..." The speaker was full of praise.

For those practicing cultivation, the most important thing is proving the Dao and achieving longevity. To describe someone as ’my Dao’ shows that his companion is like his very life.

Those who understood this triggered a small commotion among themselves.

The women covered their mouths, holding back screams, while the men looked at Master Hao Yuan on the stone platform with confusion and doubt.

The path to proving the Dao is difficult and fraught with danger. Finding a like-minded Daoist partner is fortunate, but Master Hao Yuan’s words had a different weight.

To regard one’s partner as the embodiment of the Dao, few could understand this.

If, during the pursuit of the Dao, the other fell, it would be equivalent to Master Hao Yuan’s entire path being destroyed.

Because of the love for a woman, placing the entire path on the line, for thousands of years, Master Hao Yuan was unique in this regard.