Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The location of the covenant ceremony was finally decided on the heart of the plain sandwiched between three mountains, a place in the Wenxian Sect that had been used to meet with various forces.

The terrain here is open and full of spiritual energy. The three towering green mountains are like natural barriers, and seem to be clasping hands to congratulate each other, surrounding the flat valley in the middle, which has excellent meaning.

The once empty plain has now been carefully decorated into a solemn and festive ceremony site.

Due north is a high platform built with spiritual jade and spiritual wood. On the platform are engraved complex and ancient formation runes. In the center are two corresponding cushions. This is the core of the covenant ceremony and the communication between heaven and earth.

On both sides of the platform, there are slightly lower seats with honor seats prepared for teachers from both sides and the most distinguished guests.

The honorable seat is closest to the platform, with an excellent view. It is located on a slightly higher platform, with more luxurious tables and chairs. Many important figures with profound aura and extraordinary majesty are sitting there, greeting each other in low voices, with extraordinary demeanor. Only the seat for the demon world is still vacant.

Extending down from the front of the platform are neatly arranged guest seats, distributed in a fan shape according to the status of the sect and the closeness of the relationship.

The seats are dotted with exotic flowers and plants, and the elegant fragrance permeates the air.

Further away, disciples of the Wenxian Sect were responsible for guiding and maintaining order. There were also patrolling spirit boats in the sky and disciples of the Discipline Hall standing on swords to ensure that the ceremony went smoothly.

As the auspicious time approaches, guests from all over the world come in droves, and the scene is spectacular.

The first to arrive was still the Lingxiao Sect, just like that politeness.

Suddenly, a sharp sword light broke through the air from the horizon, and then split into dozens of pieces. The sound of breaking through the air was uniform, and the sharp sword energy rushed into the sky, and fell to the designated location of the guest area with the precision of a black meteor shower.

The sword light faded, revealing a group of monks wearing uniform dark sword robes and standing as tall as pine trees.

The Lingxiao Sect advocates simplicity, and the disciples' clothing does not have too many patterns, except for the silver sword logo embroidered on the cuffs and collars to show their status. They fly down on the sword, landing silently on the ground with clean and neat movements.

Several sect leaders who knew each other well looked at each other in surprise: I remember that last time there was not even any decoration, so Lingxiao Sect is going to have a good life?

Most of the disciples of Lingxiao Sect carry sword cases on their backs, with concentrated auras and sharp eyes. Although they are not numerous, they have a sword intent that can soar into the sky and cannot be underestimated.

Since the eldest senior brother Wei Xun had already arrived as the best man, the one who came to represent Lingxiao Sect this time was another famous sword cultivator Yin Junhuai.

His face was stern as he stepped forward to hand over the gift to the welcoming disciple of the Wenxian Sect. The gift he handed over was a box of "Millennium Sword Soul Jade". This jade had a miraculous effect on nurturing sword intent and tempering one's natal flying sword. Although it was not as valuable as gold and jade, it was a priceless treasure in the eyes of sword cultivators, in line with their usual practical and precious style.

Immediately afterwards, the female cultivators from Piaomiao Valley arrived, and their appearance was still gorgeous and dazzling, attracting admiration.

Some ride on colorful phoenixes with fluttering feathers; some step on blooming lotus flowers, looking elegant and otherworldly; even more so, some use silk satin as a bridge to walk down from the clouds.

The leader was Xiao Mo. Even though he was a male disciple, he looked refined today, leading a group of outstanding female disciples with their own unique styles, like fairies descending to the earth.

The gift they presented was a painting of "Mountains and Rivers in Harmony" embroidered with special silk thread. It was filled with flowing spiritual light, with a profound meaning, and also implied a powerful protective formation.

Then, a breath of "arrogance" came to my face.

An extremely gorgeous huge spiritual boat, which seemed to be made entirely of gold and colored glaze and inlaid with countless spiritual pearls and gems, slowly came and anchored in mid-air.

The disciples of Xuanyi Pavilion were dressed in sect uniforms with intricate patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads. They sparkled in the sunlight, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

They controlled their flying magic tools and landed from the spirit boat in an orderly manner.

The leader was not the eldest brother Ye Yingzhou, but Bi Nanfeng.

He smiled appropriately and directed his disciples to carry down several heavy treasure chests brimming with spiritual energy. The gift list was staggeringly long, including a large number of high-grade spiritual stones, rare refining materials, and several dazzling and precious ornaments, which perfectly interpreted what it meant to be "rich and powerful".

The people coming from Medical Valley were relatively low-key. Chief disciple Cheng Yang led several fellow disciples and rode on a huge crane with gentle feathers. The aroma of medicine lingered faintly in the air.

The team leader was the chief disciple Cheng Yang, who had a gentle expression and measured manners.

The gifts they presented were several carefully sealed jade boxes, which contained several rare thousand-year-old elixirs and a bottle of "Creation Pill" that was said to help Nascent Soul cultivators break through bottlenecks. The gifts were not large in size, but they attracted the attention of many bigwigs in the respected positions. Their value was immeasurable.

As for the young master of the valley, Gu Jinzhi, he had long disappeared. He must have mixed into the circle of familiar chief disciples.

At this moment, a clear phoenix cry resounded through the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

Yan Zhaoming was seen leading a team of disciples, riding on a spiritual bird that looked like a phoenix with gorgeous wings burning with flames - the Red Flame Bird. They were flying in a mighty manner, and the scene was extremely visually impactful.

Yan Zhaoming did not wear his iconic red robe today, but instead changed into an extremely flashy pink and purple dress with flashy patterns embroidered with gold thread.

But his handsome and unruly appearance, as well as his unruly temperament, managed to suppress this color that could easily make him look frivolous, and instead he wore it in a different kind of romantic and unrestrained manner.

They circled around and landed gracefully.

In the honorable seat, Yan Zhaoming's father's eyes twitched and the cup in his hand creaked. He was obviously trying hard to suppress the urge to teach his son a lesson on the spot.

The gifts brought by the Yan family disciples were a pair of living "Red Flame Spirit Birds" whose feathers looked like flowing flames, and a whole box of top-grade fire-attribute spirit crystals, which were both in line with their family attributes and extremely eye-catching.

On the other side, the crisp sound of horse hooves accompanied by the sound of bells came.

A gorgeous carriage pulled by four snow-white flying horses with wings on their backs landed lightly on the ground.

Sisters Jiang Jinyue and Jiang Caixue from the Jiang family in Lingbo City got out of the car.

Jiang Jinyue was still lively and agile, looking around curiously; Jiang Caixue was much calmer, and greeted the welcoming disciple with a smile.

Their gifts were a batch of precious deep-sea cold iron and several buckets of round and lustrous soul-fixing beads, all of which were top-grade materials for refining equipment and assisting in cultivation.

Almost at the same time, the space in a corner of the square twisted, and a complex and dazzling Tai Chi light array emerged out of thin air. After the light dissipated, a group of Taoists from Zixiao Temple quietly appeared.

The leader was the elegant Yun Wujiu, holding a whisk and bowing his head in greeting.

The whole process was silent, but it attracted a lot of attention because of the mysterious brilliance of the formation, taking "low-key show-off" to the extreme - speed is basic, and special effects are not basic.

Their gifts were a set of hand-painted "Taishang Qingjing Evil-Repelling Talismans" and a magical "Bagua Yunpan" that could gather spiritual energy and calm the mind, both of which were quite Taoist in style.

Finally, a powerful demonic aura came from afar, and the sky seemed to darken for a moment.

I saw a snow-white dragon with scales sparkling with icy light breaking through the clouds. Its body was huge and majestic, and it was the prototype of the demon lord Wuzhi.

Behind him followed a team of various shapes and with a demonic aura: the patriarch of Southern Xinjiang and the saint Tan Heng, who was dressed in jingling silver ornaments and had a pretty and mysterious face; the young master Li Zhe of the Beast Valley and his father, who had a rough style, with muscles on their bare arms, but their huge horns were exquisitely inlaid with gems and metal rings, showing both wildness and gorgeousness; and the mermaid clan from the deep sea, the mermaid queen wore a coral pearl crown and held a green scepter, looking graceful and elegant, and Cang Lige beside her was particularly eye-catching today.

She was wearing a long skirt made of shark silk. The fabric flowed like water, faintly reflecting the rainbow light. The top fit her body, revealing her slender waist, and she had a light gauze on her arms.

Her neck, wrists and hair are all decorated with silver ornaments made of pearls, shells, colorful corals and various exotic gems. When she walks, the light shines and the sound tinkles, just like the gentle hum of the sea waves, which is very charming.

Wu Zhi landed on the ground and turned into a human form. He was wearing a formal black robe with gold edges, which rarely appeared on his body. It wrapped his sturdy body tightly. Fang Xiaoliang beside him was obviously relieved when he saw this.

The gifts presented by the demon clan were extremely generous, including rare spiritual minerals piled up into small hills, huge pearls shining with light, spiritual fruits and herbs containing powerful vitality, and several demon clan secret treasures exuding an ancient aura, which caused the audience to marvel again and again.

On the high platform, Lu Wensheng and Liu Jiqian stood side by side, both wearing fiery wedding dresses, which made them look even more graceful and elegant, like gods.

Liu Jiqian's silver hair flowed like moonlight, part of it was tied up by an exquisite jade crown, and the rest was spread over his red clothes like satin. The extreme red and pure white intertwined, colliding to create a thrilling visual impact.

His pair of light golden eyes, usually as cold as the sun reflected in an icy lake, seemed to melt thousands of stars at this moment, and were gentle and sparkling. As his gaze moved, almost all attention was uncontrollably drawn to him.

The wedding dress was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and auspicious animal designs in dark gold thread. The wide sleeves made him look tall and straight, and his temperament was pure and noble, as if the immortal king of the nine heavens had been banished to the mortal world for one person, and was willing to be wrapped in the hottest colors of this world.

Lu Wensheng, who was standing next to him, had black hair like a waterfall, fixed with only a simple red jade hairpin. A few strands of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, softening his slightly sharp features.

His eyes were a warm dark brown, and at this moment, under the reflection of the festive colors in the sky and the people around him, they seemed to be dancing with warm light.

His wedding dress was simpler and more neat in style, with a fitted cut that outlined his slender waist and broad shoulders. The red dress was embroidered with steady mountain and sea patterns in dark black silk thread, symbolizing his composure and tolerance as the leader of the righteous path.

He stood there like a stabilizing force, possessing a calm and composed demeanor that reassured everyone. Unlike Liu Jiqian's dazzling beauty, his handsomeness was like a mountain pine, which could withstand careful scrutiny and became more profound the more one looked at it.

The two of them, their red robes intertwined, stood one by one, one was cold and peerless, the other was as gentle and steady as a mountain. Their completely different temperaments miraculously blended into an incomparably harmonious picture, as if they were born to stand side by side and look at the vastness of the world together.

Lu Wensheng glanced at the guest area below, looking at Gu Jinzhi who was spitting and dancing not far away, with several jade mirrors floating in front of him, as if he was giving a real-time commentary. Then he looked at the representatives of various forces who were trying hard to release their charm and competing with each other like peacocks spreading their tails, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

If it weren't for the lights and red silk hanging everywhere in this lively and noisy scene, he would almost think that he was not participating in a covenant ceremony, but a "Cultivation World Friendship PK Competition" where the major sects and forces were secretly competing with each other and competing in pomp.

Just when he was dazzled by the various appearances and exaggerated special effects, he turned his sight and happened to see the members of the Zhitonghui who had quietly arrived through the teleportation array and were standing somewhat awkwardly in the edge area.

They were dressed in the latest dark-colored formal gowns from the mortal world, made of exquisite materials but simple in style. There was no aura of light on their bodies, nor were there any fancy mounts or special effects. They just stood there plainly, in stark contrast to the bizarre scene around them.

Lu Wensheng suddenly felt that his eyes, which had been tortured by the "special effects", were completely saved, and a sense of intimacy surged in his heart.

He whispered to Liu Jiqian beside him, then stepped down from the platform without hesitation and went to greet him in person.

"Sir!" When Meng Chuanbai, Qi Zhaoshu and others saw him, their eyes lit up instantly. The restraint on their faces was diluted a lot by joy, and they all bowed and saluted.

"No need to be so polite, come quickly." Lu Wensheng smiled warmly and personally led them through the crowd and took them to the seats that were arranged quite close to the front.

The people of Zhitonghui only then realized that their seats were actually quite close to the platform and the honored seats, and those sitting around them were all cultivators with profound auras and obviously extraordinary status.

What surprised them even more was that these "immortal masters" not only did not show any contempt, but when they sat down, they nodded and smiled at them with kindness, and their eyes were full of curiosity and friendliness.

When it came to the gift-presenting session, the Zhitonghui members solemnly presented their gifts.

It wasn't some magical artifact or precious material radiating divine light, but rather a meticulously carved and lacquered wooden statue. The statue's face was compassionate yet resolute. Upon closer inspection, it bore a striking resemblance to Lu Wensheng, albeit with a more divine aura.

Qi Zhaoshu said respectfully, "Sir, the people who have received the kindness of you and the Zhitong Society spontaneously raised funds and hired the best craftsmen to work day and night to create this sculpture based on the popular portrait. They have no way to repay you, so this is the only way to express their gratitude."

Then they unfolded a long scroll. It was not made of precious silk, but the strongest linen. It was covered with dense red fingerprints, and the names and villages were carefully marked next to them.

"This is a congratulatory message written jointly by everyone after they learned about your big wedding today. Every red seal represents the most sincere blessing." Jiang Cailin added, his tone full of pride and emotion.

These gifts were plain and simple, but when they were presented, the powerful people sitting in the honored seats near the platform were all moved, with surprise in their eyes.

With their cultivation, they could clearly see that the wooden statue was entwined with faint yet pure strands of faith, vows, and golden light of merit! And the Book of All Peoples was imbued with a vast and powerful righteousness and pure military spirit (from veterans and their families). For cultivators, these powers were far more precious than many natural treasures!

Not to mention that these mortals are also surrounded by a kind of aura, obviously they all have great luck.

The abbot of Zixiao Temple, who was skilled in qi-reading, couldn't help but exclaim, "To think that some people have spontaneously built a shrine for Lu Kuishou? This... this is a great merit and great karmic connection!"

The people in Zhitonghui felt a little embarrassed - in their view, everything the master had done benefited the people and pointed the way forward, and had long since transcended the scope of ordinary emperors and generals. They firmly believed that the master would be able to ascend to heaven and become an immortal in the future and truly protect all living beings.

This pure belief turns into the most solid wish.

Lu Wensheng listened to their narration, feeling the warm and powerful power of faith transmitted from the statue and the Book of All Peoples, and his heart suddenly shook.

The vague sensations he had previously had became clearer, and he suddenly understood why he could occasionally hear the prayers and desires of all living beings in the world... It turned out that the root cause was here.

An indescribable, heavy yet powerful sense of mission arose in his heart.

This is not just his personal path, but also carries the expectations and trust of countless people.

He looked at Liu Jiqian beside him, and their eyes met, and they both saw the determination and warmth in each other's eyes - they will walk this path hand in hand, live up to their own hearts, and live up to all living beings.