That night, the procession for the Heir of Prince Yun’s wedding to the Third Princess of the Stealth Race stretched out for a full ten *li*.
And this was a literal ten *li*, not a figurative number.
It meant that after the Heir of Prince Yun landed, the betrothal gifts descended from the sky behind him, forming an unbroken line a full ten *li* long. At a glance, it resembled a great dragon trailing in his wake.
The sheer number of treasures was enough to dazzle every guest present.
Accompanying the Heir of Prince Yun to welcome the bride were figures such as the Prince’s Chief Historian and the Ritual Officer. Guests offered their congratulations one after another, and amidst the Ritual Officer’s ceremonial calls, the Third Princess emerged. Dressed in a grand red gown and holding a golden fan to shield her face, she walked out gracefully, surrounded by a throng of attendants.
The actual wedding ceremony was not to be held here; rites such as bowing to Heaven and Earth would only begin once they reached Prince Yun’s Mansion.
The Third Princess walked out, fan in hand, revealing only a pair of tender, soulful eyes.
Across the bustling crowd, the Heir of Prince Yun bowed to her from a distance and said with a smile, "My lady, I have come for you."
Another wave of boisterous cheers erupted from the crowd of onlookers.
The Little Cyan God, nestled beside the Great Cyan God, opportunely unleashed a Fire Technique. Bursts of brilliant firelight shot into the sky, blooming in layered explosions against the night.
His Fire Technique fireworks grew increasingly exquisite, blossoming like a radiant garden upon the canvas of the night sky.
The scene was intoxicating, the auspicious occasion like a dream.
All the world’s troubles seemed to melt away in this fantastical, dreamlike scene. Song Ciwan even felt a pang of regret. ’I can’t believe I put the Big White Goose in my Spirit Beast Bag.’
’Isn’t one of the points of Cultivation to witness all the unseen wonders of the world?’
’To have the chance to see something yet miss it is a shame.’
But Song Ciwan’s regret lasted only a moment. ’If I missed it, then it simply wasn’t meant to be.’
’The Big White Goose may have missed today’s spectacle, but there will be many more sights—grander and more distant—for us to experience together in the future.’
’The path of life is one of constant encounters and missed connections, of meetings and partings.’
The Heir of Prince Yun escorted the Third Princess away, followed by a long retinue from the bride’s side.
The handmaidens and attendants were innumerable, and the dowry formed a procession like a great dragon, even longer than the ten-*li* line of betrothal gifts sent by the Heir of Prince Yun.
Flower Spirits played music as handmaidens scattered petals. Amidst the fireworks blanketing the sky, the Eldest Princess’s voice rang out, loud and clear: "Bu Jingxing, I entrust my third sister to you today. You must not fail her. If you do, then no matter where you are—to the ends of the earth, within or without the Three Realms—I will cross the void to take your life. I swear it!"
The Heir of Prince Yun declared in a clear voice, "Eldest Sister, please rest assured. My wife and I are wed today. In the future, we shall be of one heart and support each other completely. I will never fail her. If I, Jingxing, ever act improperly, I invite you, Eldest Sister, to come and punish me at any time."
Amidst the fireworks, the Heir of Prince Yun made his promise.
The Third Princess boarded the ornate wedding sedan, and with a dowry that stretched for ten *li*, they flew off into the sky.
Finally, a bright star rose on the horizon.
It was the morning star.
The morning star grew bright. The moonlight gradually sank beneath the clouds, and as the sea of clouds churned, the glow of dawn slowly rose on the horizon.
Back in the Xizhai, the guests began to take their leave.
The Great Cyan God, with the Little Cyan God in tow, also bid farewell to the Eldest Princess. The Eldest Princess said, "Though we part today, we can gather again anytime. When my Spirit Immortal Brew is ready, I’ll host another banquet. All of you sisters must be sure to come."
The "sisters" she spoke of included not only the Great Cyan God, but also Dragon Maiden Ao Yun and Song Ciwan.
Another detail here is quite noteworthy: the Eldest Princess not only called Song Ciwan and Ao Yun "sister," but she addressed the Great Cyan God as "sister" as well.
The Great Cyan God was the attendant spirit of Cyan Bottle Mountain, an ancient being who had very likely lived through the previous Spiritual Energy Tide.
A single Spiritual Energy Tide lasts eight thousand years, which meant the Great Cyan God was at least eight thousand years old!
’And yet this Eldest Princess of the Stealth Race repeatedly called the eight-thousand-year-old Great Cyan God "sister." Just how old is she? How long has she lived?’
’Eight thousand years... That’s long enough for a Celestial Immortal at the Refining Void Stage to die twice over. Could the Eldest Princess’s lifespan really be that long?’
’The Third Princess is from the same race as the Eldest Princess, yet she’s marrying into the short-lived Human Race. I wonder how old the Heir of Prince Yun actually is?’
These stray thoughts swirled in Song Ciwan’s mind for a moment before she pushed them away.
She made plans with the Eldest Princess, the Great Cyan God, and her other new sisters to meet again. The Eldest Princess also gave her two more pots of Jade Immortal Brew.
The Great Cyan God, in turn, gave Song Ciwan a gourd, saying, "This is a specialty from my mountain. This Wine God Gourd is specifically for brewing. Just add some Spirit Flowers and Herbs with mountain spring water, let it absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and it will produce a pot of wine in three days."
"The wine it produces might not have the extraordinary spiritual effects of Jade Immortal Brew, but its flavors offer their own delightful surprises. Take it, and we can drink together again in the future."
The Little Cyan God pouted. "Mother, you’re too much! All you think about is drinking..."
The Great Cyan God giggled, patting his little head. "That’s right, Mother loves her wine. What’s to be done about it?"
Seeing the Little Cyan God’s pout grow so pronounced you could hang a jug from it, everyone burst out laughing again.
Amidst the laughter, Song Ciwan gave the Little Cyan God a Top Grade Magical Artifact—the Nebula Shuttle—as a gift in return.
It was a Flying Magical Artifact. ’I think I got this by selling a Magical Artifact that belonged to one of the Second Young Master’s handmaidens,’ she recalled.
Now that Song Ciwan possessed the ability of Space Crossing and her understanding of the Empty Character had reached a new level, she no longer had use for a flying object of the Magical Artifact grade.
’Come to think of it, my standard equipment is all Magical Treasures now. The many Magical Artifacts I acquired before are just gathering dust in the Heaven and Earth Scale. Giving one to a "little one" now is perfect.’
People like the Great Cyan God had seen their share of treasures. A Top Grade Magical Artifact that could cause a bloodbath among Cultivators of the Qi Cultivation Stage in the outside world was, here, met with a simple pat on the Little Cyan God’s head from his mother. "Since your Auntie Song gave it to you, go ahead and take it," she said with a smile. "Go play, but don’t wander off."
The group talked and laughed until the east grew pale and dawn’s glow filled the sky.
In the light of the rising sun, the scene of the Xizhai began to fade like a dream, growing fainter and fainter until, in an instant, it dissipated completely.
The Eldest Princess’s crisp laughter seemed to linger in the air. "The wine from that Wine God Gourd... I must try it someday. I want to see what flavor the sun and moon of the Mortal World can create! Hehe..."
The laughter tumbled through the air like bouncing Jade Pearls before abruptly vanishing.
In a daze, Song Ciwan felt as if she had passed through a strange, thin membrane. When she looked up again, she found herself in a wild, uncultivated land, surrounded by lush, shady trees.
The sunlight was brilliant and warm, making the wedding feast seem like nothing more than an illusory dream.
All traces of it were gone.
The voices had faded, the fireworks had bloomed into nothingness. Was it real, or was it all a fantasy?
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