Chapter 703

Su Lin felt that his way of entering the Fantasy Realm was indeed problematic.

Sanae, who had just been chatting merrily, stood ten meters away, hiding behind Reimu, who was yawning, slightly wary.

Flandre on the left, Remi on the right, Patchouli the little demon beside him—he had bled for the Red Magic House; wouldn't it be normal for them to have a better relationship?

"Isn't today Crazy Thursday?" Flandre asked.

In fact, only Flandre had no concept of the Church, so she seemed casual; the rest of the Red Magic House residents looked like they were imprisoned.

The combination of elemental weakness and shyness made adaptation still quite difficult.

But it didn't matter.

"We're in the Seven-Day Rest Era now—let Jesus-brother take Flandre and your sister out to play; big brother will come find you after he's done."

Su Lin reached through his hat and patted Flandre's head; Sunday was skilled at socializing, so leaving him here was better than Su Lin staying.

Amid the dazed gazes of the Red Magic House residents, Su Lin walked toward Zhongli, who had just arrived.

Teacher Yan Sen had given the Tianshen Sect students a holiday and brought them all along for the teacher's wedding banquet; Song Shuhang and White Zunzhe had also brought every member of the Jiuzhou No. 1 Group.

If a population census were conducted in the Fantasy Realm right now, the number would be absurd.

All that remained was for the group members to arrive and for the chefs to recover their strength before the feast could begin.

"Liu Yun said she could provide enough fully automatic cooking divine machines, but every one of the culinary masters refused."

Zhongli watched the chefs, supporting each other or being carried out on stretchers from the Hell Kitchen, silently relieved he hadn't brought Xiang Ling and Guo Ba from Wanmin Hall.

"They claim the dishes made by divine machines lack souls."

"So they've staked their souls on it." Su Lin shook his head; he preferred pre-made meals.

After temporarily feeding those few Gluttons, the Bao Li Shrine remained lively; two pairs of brides and grooms were discussing their entrance methods and lines with their wedding parties.

"First, wish to revive Mom and Dad, then project the consciousness of Dahe and Weigong Shilang and the others here using wish power, like having a dream."

Elly, beaming with joy, sat on a chair swinging her legs while Yanfang Lin and Kiritani Sakura combed her hair behind her:

"Sakura, Lin, I can help you bring back Aoi, Yanye, and the Sin of This World! What are you doing?!"

"Calling my father the Sin of This World, and now you're pleased with yourself just because you've temporarily stolen Weigong Jun?!" Yanfang Lin punched Elly's temples as punishment.

After breaking free, Elly asked with an indescribable expression: "You still haven't given up?!"

"Uh, well…" Yanfang Lin fanned herself with her palm, flustered: "Sakura, you explain it to me."

Kiritani Sakura: "Sister…"

Meanwhile, at the Chaldea wedding party, the magic girl Elly, flushed and bleeding from the nose, stood beside the tearful Servant Alice菲尔; Zhi Du Nei was clinging to Servant Emiya, trying to renew the lease for the Bao Li Shrine's wedding venue for another day.

And at Lu Mingfei's wedding party:

"Fengge, I'm chopping off your dog head today!"

A Fendog was counting cash when he suddenly heard Lu Mingfei's roar—he immediately scrambled onto his small flying device and bolted, but accidentally crashed into Jiang Shan, a reporter from the Cultivator Daily.

Explosions and flames rose slowly in the cave heaven surrounded by mountains.

"Too reckless—what's going on?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan grabbed Lu Mingfei.

"He—he brought everyone!" Lu Mingfei stammered; seeing Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's confusion, he whispered:

"I said I'd keep it simple—just invite a few buddies—but then everyone else came along, and Ling…"

Following Lu Mingfei's furtive, guilty, panicked gaze, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan saw the blonde girl sitting alone on the bench, followed by Jiude Mayi and Su Enxi.

"That's your mistake—you can't treat a girl as just a buddy?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's lips curled with a smug smile: "They're all good buddies—you can be her sister too."

Ever since arranging several mother-in-laws for Yao Chen, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan had gradually come to understand Su Lin's love for directing romantic films.

As long as he wasn't the lead, watching from the sidelines was quite entertaining.

"Get lost!"

Lu Mingfei turned back and met Zero's gaze—he jolted, then dashed three steps to Su Lin's side.

"Don't pretend to talk to me," Su Lin cut him off immediately.

"I really need help—uh… Hui Liyi really wants to thank Alastor, but I tried acting it out and it was completely fake."

"So you're coming here to make me your puppet, huh?" Su Lin handed Lu Mingfei a pendant.

Hui Liyi was never foolish; on the contrary, she was intelligent, just emotionally immature and long confined indoors, sometimes appearing dazed.

Perhaps she had guessed something?

After all, so much time had passed—Lu Mingfei, a clueless bunny who couldn't keep secrets and had no resistance to his girlfriend, had surely slipped up long ago.

Still, this guy was slightly better than Ge Xiaolun and Zhang Chuanyan. Just slightly.

Speak of the devil…

"A little token—we just went to buy red envelopes; we three brothers pooled our living expenses together."

Ge Xiaolun handed Lu Mingfei an envelope, then began searching for Weigong Shilang's figure—but immediately spotted Zhao Xin and Cheng Jiawen, drooling over the girls:

"Holy shit, you two losers, don't embarrass me!"

Well, this ranking had just been updated.

Lu Mingfei opened the envelope and saw a crumpled stack of red bills—he froze for a moment: "It's real money?"

Plain and unadorned, but it could indeed ease immediate pressure.

Because his credit card had been maxed out by Old Lu; having cash would at least help repay some of it.

"Will Changshou be coming?" Meng Qi walked over and asked.

He recalled that the Wanjie Tongshi Fu had recently had unstable signals and doubted whether Changshou's paper doll could even maintain form.

"He said he'd come, but I bet he'll first find a hidden spot to open a portal and just shove half his body through."

Su Lin glanced at Li Changshou's formal application for leave from Heaven's Court—he'd signed under the main leader and the supervising leader, but couldn't understand why there were so many vehicle requests.

Crackling!

Lightning flashed in the sky; the Vermilion Bird carried dawn's rosy clouds; countless neon lights appeared out of thin air; within the rainbow halo floated dense figures and buildings—golden-armored divine generals and soldiers, majestic and sacred palaces.

The Azure Dragon, Tian De, Yu Tang, Confused Siming, Ming Tang, and Jin Kui manifest, and a thunderous decree echoes: "All matters are auspicious; avoid no ill omens."

Star sand glimmers; a two-horse red carriage rolls forward, and on it, the God of Wealth hurls nine Golden Mountains, which melt midair into two dragon-patterned twin locks.

The Immortal of a Hundred Flowers lifts her basket of blooms; the twenty-four floral winds of the season envelop the heavens, and flowers from different seasons swirl together in flight.

The Matchmaker stands at the front, snipping off half his red robe; from the sleeve, threads entwined with past-life memories flutter out, and upon touching the ground, they become countless twin lotuses growing side by side.

"The Heavenly Court comes to congratulate! By imperial decree, this celestial marriage is ordained, to honor the Dragon Lord's meritorious journey west!"

As a melodious celestial music sounds, the hazy mist parts a thousand zhang wide; amid radiant clouds, immortals clad in splendid robes and crowned with various immortal headpieces tread upon light.

Some hold dust whisks, some hold magical artifacts, some hold immortal fruits, some hold wedding gifts.

"By the decree of the Hun Tian Di."

"Zhen Yuanzi presents sixty-six ginseng fruits!"

"The Four Seas Dragon Clan offers eight hundred and eighty-eight items: coral branches from the Four Seas and Huaxu Night Pearls!"

"The Immortal of the South Pole presents two trees of longevity peaches!"

"The Heavenly Court's Ministry of War."

Amid the aura of the array, announcements resound as immortals descend; stunned Su Lin is shaken by Lu Mingfei, weeping uncontrollably and nearly prostrating himself.

"Brother! You're my real brother!"

"@! #"

Before Su Lin could recover, he slightly lifted his head, his eyes suddenly sharp, meeting the gaze.

"Your Majesty," Li Changshou dispelled the clear aura around him, pointed upward, and whispered:

"Don't worry—all these gifts were privately funded by the immortals, sent in your name; not a single spirit stone was taken from the Heavenly Court's treasury."

Su Lin stared at the pile of gifts gradually mounting into a mountain, each one radiating marvels as if one had stepped into paradise, and blinked in disbelief.

"I just asked you to pick an auspicious date!" He kicked away Lu Mingfei, who was clutching a photo of Zhou Mingrui, desperate to repay a debt.

"The immortals… sorry, the signal's a bit bad," Li Changshou flickered between paper doll and flesh, then explained:

"When the immortals like Changgeng and Tai Bai Jin Xing learned this was Lu Dao友's wedding, they all wished to express their gratitude for his past aid in retrieving scriptures for the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King."

He glanced left and right.

"In any world, the dragon clans are rich beyond measure. When the West Sea Dragon King heard his son had been reborn, he emptied half his fortune."

"Where did Zhen Yuanzi get these ginseng fruits?! Didn't we tear down that corrupted ginseng tree?!" Su Lin's eyes grew even more puzzled.

At that moment, a soft cough came from the side; Han Li smiled faintly, rubbing his nose.

"After years of careful cultivation, combined with knowledge of spiritual flora from all realms, we finally revived the original treasure from before Heaven and Earth split—and even increased its yield."

Han Li paused, then said: "It may have something to do with the graft from the Bountiful Jianmu branch."

Awesome.

With the Little Green Bottle plus Bountiful, even Guanyin's Jade Vase isn't as powerful as you.

"Lord of the Sword Sect, congratulations."

A line of divine generals marched straight to Weigong Shilang, greeting him warmly.

"The Heavenly Court's Ministry of War and Ministry of Works use standardized magical artifacts supplied by the Ye Zhetian Trading Association. Now, when clearing demons below, we just smash the artifacts and detonate them. During your absence, we renewed our thousand-year contract with Ye Tian Di's side."

"One spirit stone per immortal blade—the Sword Sect's exclusive price."

Just accept them in good conscience, Weigong. Those things are yours by right—consider them wear-and-tear fees.

Seeing Weigong Shilang, who looked slightly embarrassed by the commotion, Su Lin silently shook his head.

"Eh?! Your Majesty is here too?!" The Matchmaker cried out in surprise, then bowed hastily as the other immortals, faces filled with shock and panic, followed suit.

Terrible acting.

Su Lin twitched his lips; Li Changshou coughed awkwardly and shifted his gaze away guiltily.

In truth, no such crowd was needed to deliver gifts—Yang Jian had been tricked by the ancient, cunning immortals into revealing Su Lin's presence, so Li Changshou was merely playing along.

"You said there weren't many, didn't you?" Ba Ba Yun Zi poked her upper body out of the gap, feigning a smile: "Did you bring the entire Heavenly Realm with you?"

"Not quite."

Boom—!

In the sky, clouds churned violently.

A city emerged, its rear a boundless, formless void, yet its dome shimmered with a starry curtain and countless lights.

At its center stood the Gao Ta, its peak stretching infinitely into nothingness, surrounded by twelve strange beasts.

The gateways to all realms opened, imprinting scenes from countless worlds.

Armies traversing star rivers, cultivators soaring through high heavens, countless Buddhas chanting in unison amid rippling lustrous light—all worlds echoed with only one sound: blessings for the wedding couple.

"Your Majesty…"

Ba Ba Yun Zi spoke slowly, each word dripping with gritted-teeth fury.

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You should go find Ye the Tian Di—this wasn't his doing. He probably just launched a video-blessing campaign across Tiancheng, with a 30% discount on purchases.

"I swear—"

Before he finished, another anomaly erupted.

Nine layers of clouds split open; a million sword beams pierced through the storm winds, shredding the lingering auroras into phosphorescent dust—then, these sword beams, wrapped in varied radiance, coiled into terrifying dragons spiraling upward.

Boom!

Sword immortals and their artifacts exploded simultaneously.

Sword howls and dragon roars shaped the blood-red light into characters.

—【All cultivators of the Cultivation Realm wish the newlyweds boundless joy, may you swiftly devour the myriad realms and birth the One True World!】

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Which cultivator from the cultivation world? Anyone capable of doing something like this doesn't even need to ask.

Yakumo Yukari was already dumbfounded. Her expression gradually turned ugly, and she immediately turned and fled into a gap, the torn space not even healing.

Su Lin had a bad premonition.

"Song Shuhang!!!"

As he turned his head, the Firmament Dharma Aspect directly grabbed the burly Song Shuhang in front of him: "Weren't there only people from the Jiuzhou Number One Group?!"

"Everyone from the Jiuzhou Number One Group wanted to thank all the seniors for their guidance to the entire cultivation world, but the gifts we originally prepared suddenly seemed unfit for an occasion like this."

Song Shuhang gave an awkward laugh and glanced at Zao Hua Fa Wang over there, whose face was full of regret:

"Senior Zao Hua Fa Wang originally planned to bring the Soul Reincarnation Band to sincerely perform a song at the wedding, so we had to invite the cultivator seniors watching the livestream to put on a performance that fuses the elements of 'sword' and 'dragon'."

Alright, Zao Hua Fa Wang.

Although Su Lin, Star, and Yu Rouzi really liked his songs, they truly weren't suited for this occasion.

"How many came?"

"Not many, only all sword cultivators and flood dragon cultivators above 5th rank in the entire cultivation world."

"?"

Is your 'many' and 'few' being compared to the total number of Servants in Chaldea?

"Aooo—!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon grabbed Chen Nan and flew into the sky, shouting: "It's this Dragon Grandpa's turn!"

Wait.

When did you get here?

The souls of billions of living beings within heaven and earth stirred together, surging upward against the heavens with the most powerful force. A massive taiji diagram appeared in the air, slowly rotating. Life and death spun endlessly, exuding an ancient, primal aura of creation.

Billions of living beings converged into a vast ocean, with hundreds of thousands of gods and demons standing tall within it.