Chapter 704: Not Many People

Su Lin felt he had indeed chosen the wrong way to open the Fantasy Realm.

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

Flandre on the left, Remi on the right, Patchouli the little devil beside him—he had bled for the Red Magic House; wouldn’t it be normal for them to be on better terms?

“Isn’t today Crazy Thursday?” Flandre asked.

In truth, only Flandre had no concept of the Church and thus appeared casual; the rest of the Red Magic House looked like they were imprisoned.

The combination of elemental weaknesses 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—leaving him here was better than Su Lin staying.

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

Yan Sen had given the students of the Heavenly God Sect a day off and brought them all to the teacher’s wedding banquet; Song Shu and the White Venerable 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 each group member 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, and silently rejoiced he hadn’t brought Xiangling and Guoba 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 the several Gluttonies, the Bao Li Shrine remained lively; two pairs of newlyweds were discussing their entrance methods and lines with their wedding parties.

“First, I wish to revive Mom and Dad, then use wish power to project the consciousnesses of Dahe, Shi Lang, and the others here—like having a dream.”

Elly, beaming with joy, sat on a chair swinging her legs while Ran Yan and Sakura combed her hair behind her:

“Sakura, Ran, I can help you resurrect Kui, Yenye, and the Sin of This World! What are you doing?!”

“You call my father the Sin of This World, and now you’re smug just because I let you have Emiya?!” Ran Yan punched Elly’s temples as punishment.

After breaking free, Elly asked with an indescribable expression: “You still haven’t given up?!”

“Uh, well…” Ran Yan fanned her hand in front of her face, flustered: “Sakura, explain this to me.”

Sakura: “Sister…”

Meanwhile, at the Chaldean wedding party, the blushing, nose-bleeding magical girl Elly stood beside the tear-wiping spirit Alice Feier , while Zhi Du Nei clung to the spirit Emiya, trying to extend the rental of 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 heard Lu Mingfei’s roar—he immediately scrambled onto a small flyer and bolted, but accidentally crashed into Jiang Shan, a reporter from the Cultivator Daily.

Explosions and flames rose slowly within the mountain-enclosed paradise.

“Too reckless—what happened?” Xiao Yan grabbed Lu Mingfei.

“He—he brought everyone!” Lu Mingfei stammered; seeing Xiao Yan’s confusion, he whispered:

“I said I’d keep it simple—just invite a few buddies—but then everyone else… and Ling.”

Following Lu Mingfei’s furtive, guilt-ridden, panicked gaze, Xiao Yan saw the blonde girl sitting alone on a bench, flanked by Jiude Mayi and Su Enxi.

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

Since arranging several mother-in-laws for Yao Chen, Xiao Yan had gradually come to understand Su Lin’s fondness for directing romance films.

As long as he wasn’t the lead, watching was quite entertaining.

“Go away!”

Lu Mingfei turned back and met Ling’s gaze—he shuddered, then dashed three steps to Su Lin.

“Don’t pretend to talk to me,” Su Lin cut him off immediately.

“It’s serious—uh… Hui Liyi really wants to thank Alastor, but I tried acting it out and it looked nothing like her.”

“So you’re coming to me to be your puppet, huh?” Su Lin handed Lu Mingfei a pendant.

Hui Liyi was never foolish—in fact, she was very smart, just emotionally immature and Changqi confined to her room, making her sometimes seem dull.

Perhaps she had guessed something?

After all, so much time had passed; Lu Mingfei, a clueless bunny with no resistance to his girlfriend, had surely spilled the beans long ago.

Still, this guy was slightly better than Ge Xiaolun and Zhang Chulan—just slightly.

Speaking of the devil…

“A little token—we just went to buy red envelopes; the three of us pooled our living expenses.”

Ge Xiaolun handed Lu Mingfei an envelope, then began searching for Emiya Shi Lang’s figure—only to immediately spot Zhao Xin and Jia Wen drooling over the girls:

“Holy shit, you two losers, don’t embarrass me!”

Well, the ranking had just been updated.

Lu Mingfei opened the envelope and saw a crumpled stack of red bills—he froze: “It’s real money?”

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

His credit card had been maxed out by Old Lu; having cash would at least help repay some.

“Is Changshou coming?” Meng Qi walked over and asked.

He recalled the recent instability of the Universal Communication Token and doubted whether Changshou’s paper doll could maintain its 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, signed by the main and Fenguan leaders—yet he couldn’t understand why there were so many vehicle requests.

Crackling.

Lightning flashed across the sky; the Vermilion Bird carried the dawn’s glow, countless neon lights materialized out of thin air, and within the rainbow halo floated dense figures and buildings—golden-armored divine generals and celestial soldiers, majestic sacred palaces.

Azure Dragon, Tian De, Yu Tang, Si Ming, Ming Tang, Jin Kui manifested; a thunderous decree rang out: “All affairs are auspicious; no evil or taboos to avoid.”

Star dust shimmered; a two-wheeled red carriage rolled forward, carrying the God of Wealth who tossed nine golden mountains into the air, melting them into twin dragon-patterned Tongxin locks.

The Immortal of a Hundred Flowers opened her basket; the twenty-four floral winds enveloped the heavens, flowers from all seasons fluttering together.

The Matchmaker stood at the front, snipping half his red robe; from the sleeve fell threads entwined with past-life memories, each touching ground to become twin lotus blossoms.

“Heaven’s Court comes to congratulate—officially bless this celestial marriage, in reward for the Dragon Lord’s western journey!”

As melodious celestial music sounded, misty vapor parted a thousand zhang wide; from the radiant glow stepped immortals and gods, clad in splendid robes and crowned with divine headpieces.

Some held feather dusters, some held divine artifacts, some held immortal fruits, some held wedding gifts.

“By the Emperor of Heaven’s decree…”

“Zhen Yuanzi presents sixty-six ginseng fruits!”

“The Four Seas Dragon Clan offers eight hundred eighty-eight items: coral branches from the Four Seas and the Hua Xu Night Pearl!”

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

“The Heaven’s Court Ministry of War…”

Amid the aura of blessings, one proclamation after another fell; the immortals descended. Dazed, Su Lin was shaken by Lu Mingfei, who wept uncontrollably and nearly prostrated himself.

“Brother! You’re my real brother!”

“@!#”

Before Su Lin could recover, he lifted his head slightly—his eyes suddenly sharpened, locking onto a gaze.

“Your Majesty,” Li Changshou dispelled the aura around him, pointed upward, and whispered:

“Don’t worry—all these gifts were personally funded by the immortals, sent in your name—not a single coin taken from Heaven’s treasury.”

Su Lin stared at the gifts piling into mountains, radiating divine phenomena simply by being there—as if he had stepped into paradise—and blinked in disbelief.

“I just asked you to pick an auspicious date!” He kicked away the lunatic Lu Mingfei, who clutched a photo of Zhou Mingrui, desperate to repay a favor.

“All the immortals… sorry, signal’s unstable.” Li Changshou flickered between paper doll and real form, then explained:

“When Lian Geng, Tai Bai Jin Xing, and other immortals learned this was Lu Dao friend’s wedding, they all wanted to express their gratitude for his past assistance in retrieving the scriptures for the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King.”

He glanced around.

“In any world, the dragon clans are obscenely rich—the West Sea Dragon King, upon hearing his son had been reborn, emptied half his fortune.”

“Where did Zhen Yuanzi get the ginseng fruits?! Didn’t we dismantle that corrupted ginseng tree?!” Su Lin’s confusion deepened.

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

“After years of careful cultivation and integrating knowledge of spiritual plants from all realms, we finally revived the original treasure from before Heaven and Earth split—and even increased its yield.”

Han Li paused, then added: “It may be related to the grafting of the Bountiful Jianmu branch…”

Impressive.

Green Bottle plus Bountiful—even Guanyin’s Jade Vial isn’t as powerful as you.

“Lord of the Sword Sect, congratulations…”

A line of divine generals marched straight toward Emiya Shi Lang, warmly greeting him.

“The Heaven’s Court Ministry of War and Ministry of Works use standardized divine artifacts supplied by Zhe Tian Trading Company; now, when exterminating demons below, we just smash the artifacts. During your absence, we renewed our thousand-year contract with Ye Tian Di.”

“One spirit stone per immortal weapon—exclusive Sword Sect pricing.”

Just accept them in peace, Emiya—those things are yours by right; consider them wear-and-tear fees.

Seeing Emiya Shi Lang, who looked confused and slightly embarrassed by all this, Su Lin silently shook his head.

“Hey?! Your Majesty is here too?!” The Matchmaker exclaimed in surprise, then bowed hastily as the immortals around him showed shock and panic.

Terrible acting.

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

In truth, so many people weren’t needed to deliver gifts—Yang Jian had been tricked by the ancient, cunning immortals into revealing Su Lin’s presence, so Li Changshou had been enlisted to play along.

“You said there weren’t many people left, didn’t you?” Yagumo Shizu leaned half her body out of the gap, smiling falsely. “Did you bring the entire Heavenly Realm with you?”

“That’s not necessary.”

BOOM—!

In the sky, clouds churned.

A city emerged, behind it an endless void, formless and colorless, yet above it a curtain of stars and lights shimmered in harmony.

In the center of the city stood a towering spire, its peak stretching infinitely into nothingness, surrounded by twelve strange beasts.

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

Armies traversed star rivers, Daoists soared through the heavens, and countless Buddhas chanted sutras amid rippling lustrous light—but every world echoed only one sound: blessings for the newlyweds.

“Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor.”

Yagumo Shizu spoke slowly, each word deliberate, carrying the grit of clenched teeth.

“.”

You should’ve gone to the Ye Heavenly Emperor—this wasn’t his doing. He probably launched some video-blessing campaign in the City of All Realms, with a 30% discount on purchases.

“I swear.”

Before he finished speaking, another anomaly arose.

Nine layers of clouds were sliced 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, transformed into terrifying dragons spiraling upward.

BOOM!

One by one, sword immortals and their artifacts exploded.

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

—[All cultivators of the Cultivator Realm wish the two supreme newlyweds boundless marital bliss—may you soon devour all realms and give birth to the One True World!]

“.”

Which cultivator realm’s cultivators? There was no need to ask—who else could do something like this?

Yagumo Shizu was stunned. Her expression darkened, and she immediately turned and fled into the gap, leaving the torn space unhealed.

Su Lin had a bad feeling.

“Song Shu Hang!!!”

As he turned, the Celestial Manifestation seized the towering Song Shu Hang and dragged him forward: “Weren’t we only expecting members of the Nine Zhou Group One?!”

“The members of Nine Zhou Group One wanted to thank all the senior cultivators for their guidance of the entire Cultivator Realm. But the gift we prepared suddenly seemed too modest for this occasion.”

Song Shu Hang chuckled, glancing at the Creation Dharma King beside him, who wore a look of deep regret.

“The Creation Dharma King originally planned to perform a heartfelt song with the Soul Rebirth Band at the wedding. So we asked the senior cultivators watching the livestream to put on a performance blending ‘sword’ and ‘dragon’ elements.”

Right, the Creation Dharma King.

Although Su Lin, Star, and Yu Rouzi loved his songs, they were truly unsuitable for this occasion.

“How many came?”

“Not many—just all cultivators of Rank 5 and above in the Cultivator Realm who wield swords or are dragon cultivators.”

“?”

When you say ‘not many,’ are you comparing it to the total number of Spirits in the Chaldea?

“Awooo—!” The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon snatched Chen Nan into the sky and roared: “It’s the Dragon Grandpa’s turn now!”

Wait—

When did you get here?

The souls of countless beings across heaven and earth surged upward with overwhelming power, forming a vast Taiji diagram in midair, slowly rotating—life and death endlessly turning, revealing ancient, primordial creation.

Billions of souls converged into a boundless ocean, where hundreds of thousands of gods and demons stood tall within it.