Novel Full Chapter 1790
Chapter 1790: Chapter 1446: Grand Wedding Chapter 1790: Chapter 1446: Grand Wedding ps: It'll take about twenty minutes to check for typos.
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After dawn.
Jiang Hao's courtyard drew quite a crowd.
Lady Bi Zhu looked around with a curious gaze,
it seemed something was being prepared.
“Getting married is really troublesome,” Lady Bi Zhu remarked.
“Indeed, those on the path of immortal cultivation are supposed to be desireless, why are there so many rites and customs?” someone beside her lamented.
Turning her head, Lady Bi Zhu saw a man who seemed to be in his thirties, at the Golden Core Realm,
but he had an attendant following him who appeared quite powerful.
“Are you from the Heavenly Note Sect?” Lady Bi Zhu asked curiously.
“Certainly not, I'm the second generation of a certain power,” The End of All Things said with a smile.
“Me too, but you're at the Golden Core Realm?” Lady Bi Zhu inquired further.
“Aren't you as well?” The End of All Things countered.
“Yes, but let me tell you, some at the Golden Core are especially unscrupulous–the strong among the Golden Core practitioners.
Especially those that don't respect their elders,” Lady Bi Zhu expressed with a sigh: “I've met them before, it was utterly frustrating.”
Hearing this, The End of All Things nodded in agreement: “I've met some too; I thought they were just ordinary cultivators, who would have thought that oppressing oneself is as easy as a pinch.
The people in this world really lack any credibility,
especially those who claim to be the good ones, they're the least trustworthy of all.”
“Exactly, that's the way it is,” Lady Bi Zhu seemed to have found a kindred spirit: “You expect the people of the devil path to break their word, but those from the immortal sects are even worse than the Heavenly Note Sect, it's too excessive.”
“These days, the weaker ones in cultivation can't be trusted at all,” The End of All Things shook his head and sighed: “In case they're some extremely fearsome cultivator, a mere wave of their hand could wipe us out.”
“Indeed,” Lady Bi Zhu also sighed: “Which sect do you belong to? Maybe in the future, I'll need to seek your guidance.”
“I come from overseas,” The End of All Things said with a smile: “And you, fairy guard?”
“I'm from the Blackheaven Sect,” Lady Bi Zhu answered.
“The Blackheaven Sect is a major sect,” The End of All Things reflected: “We rarely have such major sects overseas. Recently, the dragon race has been causing trouble. I heard The End of All Things claims there's a powerful being coming to the southern region. Rumor has it this being doesn't see eye to eye with The End of All Things either, it's unclear what he intends to do.”
Upon hearing this, Lady Bi Zhu grew even more curious.
But at this time, Jiang Hao had finished preparing and was ready to set off.
His red groom's attire was already donned.
“Take this.” Miao Tinglian handed a red oiled paper umbrella to Jiang Hao.
“What's the umbrella for?” Jiang Hao was puzzled.
“Oiled paper umbrella, 'you zi', soon you'll have a son,” Miao Tinglian said earnestly.
Jiang Hao: “….”
Feudal superstition, Senior Sister.
Still, Jiang Hao accepted it, not understanding the details and only able to take things one step at a time.
Or more accurately, do as Senior Sister says.
“Ready to set off. Senior Sister Hong should be almost ready,” Senior Sister Miao said.
“Master, I'll go too.” The spirit beast hopped down from a tree.
The small girl and others aren't here; they all ran off to White Moon Lake.
Lin Zhi and others were present though.
Zhu Shen and Tang Ya were also there.
They, too, were curious.
It seemed this was the first time they witnessed such a simple wedding.
One with an oiled paper umbrella.
Wan Xiu approached Jiang Hao and said, “Young friend, about to set off, do you feel the urge to express yourself? How about a poem?”
Jiang Hao looked at him and smiled, saying:
“Red tender hands, yellow rattan wine, two orioles sing amidst the green willows.
Beyond the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets ascends to the blue sky.”
“Senior Brother Si Cheng, lead the way,” Miao Tinglian spoke up.
The wine-drinking Si Cheng suddenly came to his senses: “I, a distinguished ancestor, came to clear the way for you? Even the Heavenly Prides of the Bright Moon Sect don't get such treatment.
Are you ready now?”
Temporarily and Chu Jie among others were astonished, wondering why an ancestor would come here.
And obediently clear the path.
Yan Yuezhi pondered a moment, thinking if she informed the three seniors in the back court about what she knew, they would likely come to clear the way, even in a life and death struggle.
No one else would have a chance.
However, the three seniors didn't favor her, and given her curiosity this time, she chose not to tell them.
Besides, this was just Jiang Hao's wedding at the Heavenly Note Sect. Even if she told them, they likely wouldn't come.
After all, they didn't know him.
At this moment, Jiang Hao took a deep breath, turned down the spirit beast's offer, and then looked at Si Cheng.
The latter swung his wine gourd around, wine spilling out freely: “The Shifting Star Technique, Nine Rings of Heaven and Earth.”
The originally bright sky now displayed countless stars which then hung upside down forming a bridge.
The members of the Heavenly Note Sect were incomparably shocked.
What kind of technique was this?
“Let's depart,” Si Cheng bellowed.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao stepped forward, walking among the stars.
He traversed the myriad Star River.
The starlight greeted each step he took.
Within a few breaths' time, he arrived at the White Moon Lake.
At the same time, Zhao Qingxue and others outside Baizhi's courtyard were stunned, watching ahead as the groom in his sprawling red wedding robe embroidered with gold-threaded dragons and phoenixes appeared, magnificent and dignified.
Holding an oiled paper umbrella, the symbolism of which was unclear, every step he took was solid and solemn.
His feet trekking along the celestial river, it was as if heaven and earth were embracing him.
At this sight, everyone was stupefied.
It wasn't until Jiang Hao stood before them, and the others appeared behind him one by one,
that Zhao Qingxue snapped out of it and ran into the house: “Senior Sister, Senior Brother Jiang has arrived.”
Jiang Hao looked at the unfamiliar faces inside the courtyard, feeling quite nervous.
Who are they?
Almost all were fairy guards.
They must be disciples of the White Moon Lake.
Jiang Hao inhaled deeply and started walking inside.
But he had barely taken a few steps when the small girl and others barred his way at the entrance.
Jiang Hao was puzzled.
“Senior Brother, Senior Sister is inside, but you can't just take her away like that,” the small girl said earnestly.