Three big shots are proposing to me at the same time? Are you crazy?

"This looks like a magical artifact..."

"I remember reading somewhere about this Seven Feathers of the Void Brush. It seems to be a high-grade magic weapon. It is said that there is only one genuine one in the Nine Provinces, and the rest are all imitations. Moreover, those imitations only have the ability to cause hallucinations, but they do not have the ability to create illusions or tear through the void!"

"Is this a fake or a genuine product?"

"I've never seen it before either..."

"This is genuine!" someone suddenly exclaimed. "I saw the real Seven Feathers of Void Brush when I was young. At that time, my elders needed help from Xuandu Temple, and the Xuandu Temple's Master Xingyun came to my family with the Seven Feathers of Void Brush to save my elders!"

Upon hearing this, everyone wore meaningful expressions.

If this is true, then the old man with the otherworldly appearance in front of us is the Ancestor Xingyun.

how can that be!

Jiang Huan was the one who destroyed Xuandu Temple. If this old man was really Xingyun Patriarch, why would he give gifts to Jiang Huan?

But if this person is not Ancestor Xingyun, then why is the Seven Feather Brush of the Void real?

"Whoa!"

"Why guess so much? Maybe the old ancestor Xingyun gave the magic weapon to this person, and then this person took it out today as an engagement gift for Jiang Huan!"

"That makes sense..."

"So, does that mean Jiang Huan's engagement gift went through several hands?"

"Hahaha……"

Jiang Huan glanced at the people laughing, she really didn't understand what was so funny, gently shook her head, took the Void Seven Feather Brush handed over by Xingyun, bowed and said gratefully, "Thank you, Ancestor Xingyun!"

Everyone was shocked by these words.

"What did she just call this old man?"

"She called him... Ancestor Xingyun?"

"Holy crap! Is this really one of the three patriarchs of Xuandu Temple?"

"No, no, that can't be. Xuandu Temple was destroyed by Jiang Huan. If this person is really one of the three patriarchs of Xuandu Temple, then why didn't he teach Jiang Huan a lesson?"

“Xuandu Temple was founded by the three patriarchs. Didn’t Jiang Huan’s previous actions destroy all their hard work?”

"It makes sense..."

Facing the crowd's discussion, Xingyun coughed lightly, stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Decades ago, Daoming and I began to devote ourselves to the Dao, leaving only Danyang to manage Xuandu Temple. Under his management, Xuandu Temple became increasingly chaotic, and people bullied others in private. It was no longer the Xuandu Temple that the three of us had founded. It was destroyed by Jiang Huan, which was in accordance with the will of Heaven. Xuandu Temple was destined to suffer this calamity!"

After speaking, Xingyun walked to the other side. Seeing this, Old Master Jiang hurriedly led Old Master Ling to welcome Xingyun to his seat.

As for Daoming, he took out a brocade box about the size of a palm and the length of a forearm, saying, "Young friend Jiang Huan, this is a gift I'm giving you."

Although Jiang Huan didn't know what was inside the box, the powerful aura emanating from it caught her eye. "Senior Daoming, may I open it?"

“Of course,” Daoming nodded.

As the box was opened, another rare and precious artifact was revealed.

The Banner of the Soul!

It's a magical artifact with potential for growth, and also a treasure of the demon race.

Two bronze bells hung on it, the banner handle was made of a special metal with patterns on it, and the banner surface had soul-stirring runes; staring at it for too long would make one's primordial spirit unstable.

The Soul Banner can collect and refine the soul of a cultivator. The more souls refined, the higher the grade of the magic weapon will be.

For example, Jiang Huan has only obtained one hundred Soul Banners, which means that one hundred souls have already been fed into the refinement process.

The higher the cultivation level of the soul being refined, the more powerful the soul banner will be!

Anyone present who knew about the Soul Banner would not be envious, because the more powerful the Soul Banner, the higher the spiritual power required to wield it. It is essentially for survival, but using it normally would easily drain one's spiritual power, putting oneself in danger.

If you encounter a powerful enemy and can defeat them, you have nothing to fear. But if you can't defeat them, even if you have the Soul Banner and escape after exhausting your spiritual power, you will still be caught up.

For those who are not strong enough, the Soul Banner is something they cannot afford to possess.

Jiang Huan raised her right hand and channeled spiritual power into the Soul Banner.

In that instant, the bells on the Soul Banner rang incessantly, and she could feel the spiritual power within her body being continuously absorbed by the Soul Banner.

The Soul Banner flew out of the box and spun continuously in Jiang Huan's palm. With a bang, the Soul Banner transformed into a flag as tall as her, and its terrifying and chilling aura caused everyone present to involuntarily take two steps back.

"Good stuff!" Jiang Huan's lips curled up, and he quickly put away the Soul Banner. "Thank you, Senior Daoming!"

You can never have too many treasures; keep them just in case.

"It's just a small gift. When you get married in the future, I will give you something better."

“Okay! It’s a deal!” Jiang Huan smiled broadly. “Senior Daoming, please take a seat.”

Everyone who attended the engagement banquet was amazed, not only because Xingyun and Daoming, the two ancestors of Xuandu Temple, had given Jiang Huan engagement gifts, but also because these engagement gifts were all rare magical treasures.

In the present-day Kyushu, only the wealthy can afford magical artifacts!

After this brief interlude, Ling Siye, holding Jiang Huan's hand, addressed the crowd below the stage: "Welcome everyone to my and Huanhuan's engagement banquet. Please enjoy the food and drinks later—"

"Wait a minute!"

A deafening shout interrupted Ling Siye's voice.

Jiang Huan's smile gradually faded, and her gaze became intensely fixed on the doorway.

"Ah, ah..."

A flock of purple crows flew in from outside, turning the room into a sea of ​​purple.

Just as he was about to rush towards the guests, Jiang Huan stepped forward, snorted coldly, and raised her hand, "Burn!"

Flames appeared, engulfing the purple crows and burning them to ashes.

There was total silence.

With just one move, all the crows were burned to death, and no other crows were affected.

Great!

"Miss Jiang Wu didn't even send us an invitation to her engagement. Isn't that a bit disrespectful to our Purple Crow Sect?"

Hear his voice before he sees him.

Jiang Huan didn't recognize whose voice it was, but the newcomer made no attempt to conceal their murderous intent.

The people present immediately erupted in a commotion.

"What's going on? How did Jiang Huan manage to provoke the Purple Crow Sect?"

"Who knows! She's always been arrogant and domineering, she's probably offended a lot of people!"

"So, should we stay here or...?"

"What are you afraid of? There are still two patriarchs from Xuandu Temple over there! They can't harm us!"

Ling Siye glanced at the person who spoke, walked forward, and stood beside her. "Huanhuan."

"I can handle it." Jiang Huan gave Ling Siye a look, then smiled and said to everyone, "Let's continue the banquet."

After saying that, she quickly left the banquet hall.

What is supposed to come will come.

After all, it was her doing, and she didn't want others to be implicated by the Purple Crow Sect because of her.

The people here today for her engagement party weren't here for the food and drinks; now that the Purple Crow Sect has come knocking, their desire to watch the spectacle has reached its peak.

So one by one, they left the banquet hall.

Upon seeing this, Ling Siye narrowed his eyes slightly, emanating a chill from his body.

Despite all our precautions, we still couldn't prevent troublemakers from showing up!

"Ah Ye, let's go out and take a look too," Grandpa Ling said worriedly.

"Ah."