Chapter 465 - 418: Generous Dowry

Chapter 465: Chapter 418: Generous Dowry

This level of reception was so extravagant it drew everyone’s attention.

Fang Yang scanned his surroundings, and his thoughts suddenly drifted to that fellow, Fang Nian.

Back then, in the bloodline dreamscape, he had taken the form of Fang Nian to pay a visit to the Sen clan.

But all he received in return were sidelong glances of disdain from the young men of the Sen clan.

If Sen Yuanyuan hadn’t been so resolute, he never would have made it through the gates of the Sen clan’s estate.

But now, as he paid a formal visit to the Sen clan, he was receiving the highest honors.

He was treated as a distinguished guest, and even the clan elders were all smiles.

The contrast was so stark that even someone with Fang Yang’s temperament couldn’t help but feel a bit wistful.

’In the end, this is a world where strength reigns supreme!’

Meanwhile, the other clan elders felt as if they were in a dream, scarcely able to believe it.

A great personage like Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, was actually exchanging pleasantries with them!?

What an incredible honor!

Each one of them was flushed with excitement, their spirits soaring.

...

The sea of Yin Yang Dao Bamboo.

A gust of wind swept through, and the bamboo sea swayed.

At that moment, a group of unmarried women from the Sen clan had gathered, whispering amongst themselves.

They were quietly discussing the marriage between Sen Hui and Fang Yang.

"Even though Fang Yang comes from a humble background, he’s on the rise now."

"That’s right. He’s also the Kunpeng Ancestor. He’s bound to build an incredibly glorious legacy."

"And not just that! Fang Yang is as handsome as an immortal descended to the mortal realm, completely otherworldly. Even arguing with him would be a delight."

"How shallow! How crude! His character is profound and disciplined. He’s a truly first-rate partner. That’s how you should judge a person."

"Hee hee, it seems Sister Hui has a truly discerning eye..."

The women of the Sen clan were full of praise and quite satisfied.

They all held this marital match in the highest regard.

Many believed that although Sen Hui’s cultivation talent was inferior to that of Sen Wei and Sen Yue...

...when it came to identifying a fine partner, Sen Hui was in a league of her own.

Some even secretly speculated that if Sen Wei remained devoted to the Dao upon her return...

...then it was highly likely that one of Fang Yang and Sen Hui’s sons or daughters would be adopted under Sen Yue’s name.

That child would then be personally trained by Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, and inherit leadership of the Sen clan!

’A discerning eye, finally meeting her perfect match?’

High above the sea of Yin Yang Dao Bamboo, Saint Fan Liu stood amidst the clouds.

Hearing the juniors’ discussion, Saint Fan Liu’s pupils dilated slightly as ripples of thought spread through her mind.

Scenes flickered before her eyes as memories began to surface.

She remembered her older sister, Sen Yuanyuan, and she remembered that fellow, Fang Nian...

’Sigh...’

’If you had met Fang Yang back then instead of Fang Nian, Sister...’

’I’m sure you would be very happy right now.’

Saint Fan Liu closed her eyes.

Her finely arched brows, now knitted together, trembled uncontrollably.

She didn’t want to dwell on the past, but the scene had stirred up sorrow.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes, her gaze drifting toward the Star Divine Temple.

The Star Divine Temple was the most popular and revered temple within the Changkong clan.

People went there to pray for all sorts of things: marriage, success in their studies, wealth, and more.

At that very moment, Fang Yang and Sen Hui were walking forward hand in hand.

They returned to the Star Divine Temple and proceeded to its innermost sanctum, the Temple of Emperor Ziwei, to make another wish.

Everything went smoothly.

Or rather, once Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, had given his consent, the various formalities of the visit were no longer any obstacle.

.........

Fang Yang and Sen Hui were to be married.

Their grand wedding ceremony would be held in half a month.

The preparations were moving much faster than Fang Yang had anticipated.

The main reason for this was Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.

Perhaps it was because of the promise Fang Yang had made to Han Wu at the Divine Light Mirror Mansion Dojo.

Therefore, Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, disregarded the doubts of others and made a point of breaking many conventions for Fang Yang’s sake.

Who was Fang Yang?

He was the Kunpeng Ancestor, Lord of the Golden Crows, renowned throughout the Eight Domains.

And Sen Hui, as the daughter of Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, naturally drew considerable attention herself.

As such, their wedding ceremony attracted widespread attention.

As the day of the grand ceremony drew near, the atmosphere within the Changkong clan grew increasingly festive and celebratory.

Even the various tribes of the Xuan Domain, large and small, reached a tacit understanding to cool down, ceasing their high-intensity conflicts.

From beyond the Xuan Domain, countless eyes turned to gaze upon the event.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the masses, the day of the grand wedding ceremony arrived.

...

「On that day.」

The sky was clear and endlessly blue.

At the edge of the Cloud Sea, palaces rose in great numbers. Jade pavilions and magnificent halls floated in the air, resembling an Immortal Realm brought to the mortal world.

Great Cultivators began to arrive one after another aboard their celestial vessels, their famous names echoing like an assembly for a legendary heavenly banquet.

"Chenri the Great Saint has arrived! A gift of one pair of Jade Ruyi."

"Soldier Star Great Saint has arrived in person! A gift of one Profound Soldier Array Diagram."

"Thunder Control the Great Saint has descended! A gift of ten pounds of Celestial Thunder and Earth Fire Marrow."

"..."

Great personages appeared one after another with immense fanfare, their divine chariots shimmering with radiant light.

Even the beasts pulling the chariots were extraordinary, being descendants of Flood Dragons and phoenixes.

Any gift they presented was casually a Tier Six Sacred Material, the height of extravagance.

Such a grand spectacle left all the juniors dumbfounded.

Moreover, it even left young Saints like Light Phoenix and Sen You utterly astonished.

For even they, a group of young Saints, were not qualified to have their names announced and enter the main banquet hall.

How grand was this affair? How boundless was this glory?

Even a woman as steadfast in her Dao heart as Light Phoenix couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Sen Hui.