Daoist Competition

In front of the Mountain Gate of Bi Yu Xuan, Yan Xiyue’s head was adorned with beads and jade, wearing the Qixia Robe and the Phoenix Feather Dress. She reclined on the back of a large female swallow whose red feathers spanned ten zhang, with its body covered in red tassels, resembling a blazing cloud.

Her phoenix crown held a Big Red Luo Cover, suspended in mid-air, embroidered with twining branches and entwined flowers, tied with a hundred pairs of red silk cords, each hanging down, decorated with the Hundred Skillful Marriage Beads. As the wind blew, it created a melodious sound, trailing streams of colorful light.

Bi Yu Xuan sought to showcase the wealth of the sect, bringing out all their treasures. In front were over two hundred maids, all suspended in the air, stepping on a Cloud Connected Flower Stepping Ring spanning several li. A dignified and plump beautiful woman held a Golden Branch Silver Dew Treasure Bottle, standing foremost among the maids.

Behind her was a pair of twin sisters, each holding a Qingjuan Lianqi Cover Skirt Bowl. The elder sister held a Sun Supporting Thousand Seed Lotus in her left hand, while the younger sister carried a Moon Embrace Flower.

Behind them stood another pair of identical maids, each wielding a large fan adorned with intertwined mandarin ducks. Further back were two children holding a Luan and Phoenix Unity Goblet, and the remaining maids held blue baskets, scattering condensing beads and flower petals, spreading fragrant clouds and auspicious light.

Standing beside Yan Xiyue, Yan Xiaoyang looked unwilling, saying, "Sister, do you really intend to marry that Han Zuocheng? I’ve heard he’s a half-human half-demon, not of our kind, not a match for you. If you would just say the word, your brother will take you back immediately, paying no heed to them."

Yan Xiyue shot him an angry glance, chiding, "Little brother, what nonsense are you speaking? I tell you, when the people from Zhao You Mansion arrive later, don’t speak like this, or else you’ll be sent back."

Yan Xiaoyang begrudgingly kept quiet.

At this moment, the beautiful woman approached with joy, saying, "Young lady, the groom has arrived."

Yan Xiyue looked over, seeing a Golden Flood Dragon soar from the clouds ahead, with a handsome young man standing on it. He wore a ceremonial cap, black clothes, a vermillion skirt, pleated trousers beneath, and stepped on cloud-high shoes, followed by more than ten Warriors in crimson attire.

Yan Xiaoyang observed there were only a few people and scoffed, "Zhao You Heavenly Pond, indeed not much."

Not only Yan Xiaoyang, but several elders from Bi Yu Xuan furrowed their brows at the scene. Zhao You Heavenly Pond was considered a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and Zhang Yan was the Leader of the Top Ten Disciples; it seemed too sparse, as if they didn’t think much of the disciple being wed. With such thoughts, their gaze towards Han Zuocheng became somewhat peculiar.

Yan Xiyue felt a trace of disappointment, though she didn’t weigh much on appearances, but with the family presenting itself this way, it seemed they belittled her.

At that instant, there came the sound of thunder from the sky, as a Flying Palace appeared amidst a split in the cloud rainbow, with four corners boasting grand pavilions. Five hundred zhang on each side, it appeared to occupy half the Heavenly Vault below, with Golden Court Jade Pillars surrounded by clouds, faintly echoing the sounds of cranes dancing and Fengming. An elder from Bi Yu Xuan exclaimed in shock, "Is that the Da Wei Cloud Palace?"

The Da Wei Cloud Palace was forged in the Earth Fire Sky Furnace, with only the Mingcang Sect’s Top Ten Disciples entitled to ride. It was spoken that even Cave Heaven Cultivators couldn’t counter its might, yet Zhang Yan lent it to this disciple. This prompted them to reassess Han Zuocheng’s status within the Zhao You Sect.

Yan Xiaoyang murmured, "What’s so special? It’s just relying on the master’s favor, not his own property."

Han Zuocheng rode the Golden Flood Dragon forward, close to Yan Xiyue, reaching out and gently saying, "Dear wife, the revered master feared for the safety of the journey, thus loaned the Da Wei Cloud Palace, perhaps you may join and ascend the Cloud Palace with me."

Yan Xiyue’s cheeks flushed as she heard him, lowered her head, and softly responded, reaching out her fair hand to rest on his.

Han Zuocheng gripped tightly, took a couple of steps forward, then stopped suddenly, causing Yan Xiyue to glance over quizzically. He smiled, saying, "The master bestowed upon me two Star Pivot Palaces before departure; upon reflection, we as a couple are one, thus one palace suffices. The other palace may be left for your brother."

Yan Xiyue’s beautiful eyes sparkled with delight, exclaiming, "Husband, you are truly considerate."

Yan Xiaoyang scoffed but didn’t want to accept the offer, yet the beautiful woman behind gave him a push, forcing him to awkwardly say, "Thanks to Daoist Han."

Han Zuocheng chuckled, "Brother, no need for formality, after all, we’re family."

Yan Xiaoyang cursed inwardly, "Who’s family with you."

Within Zhao You Heavenly Pond, guests had gathered in droves, with various factions sending congratulatory gifts, yet Han Zuocheng, being only a disciple of Zhang Yan, received visits mainly from the juniors besides a few respected elders from small sects.