#801 - Coming on the colorful clouds

Having friends coming from afar, is it not a delight? Guests from all directions arrive, making it exceptionally lively. Lanterns and decorations are everywhere, and people are bustling about. Everyone's face is filled with joy, and even strangers take the opportunity to get acquainted, hoping to curry favor with influential figures.

At this moment, Feng Jun is in high spirits, having styled his hair and applied powder, his face filled with excitement and nervousness.

"Brother, come and take a look. Is my attire appropriate?"

Feng Jun wears a brocade robe, opens his arms, and spins around as he asks.

Nie Wuyai grinned and clicked his tongue, saying, "Don't worry, old brother, it's very good. I just can't figure out why the Vice Alliance Leader would choose you as the master of ceremonies for such an important occasion?"

Speaking of this, Feng Jun is also somewhat puzzled. After all, whether in terms of cultivation or status, he is nothing in such a setting, yet Qin Changqing directly appointed him as the master of ceremonies.

"What's so hard to understand about that? It shows that the Vice Alliance Leader values me highly!"

Feng Jun looked arrogant, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was correct.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Although he has been in the Immortal Realm for so many years, Qin Changqing still has deeper feelings for the veterans who ascended from the lower realm.

Among the veterans, Feng Jun has the grandest vision and is eloquent. Although his cultivation is very low, this kind of thing has nothing to do with cultivation or status.

Qin Changqing, as Qin Qipeng's father, naturally cannot be the master of ceremonies. The black-robed doppelganger needs to maintain mystery and a sense of superiority, which is also impossible. After thinking about it, Feng Jun is the most suitable.

Many people from the Immortal Dao have arrived. Several disciples of the Immortal Saints, as well as several Immortal Emperors and Immortal Sovereigns under their command, have come, giving ample respect. As for the Four Saints, they have not yet arrived. After all, they are the supreme beings of the Immortal Realm and will naturally arrive last.

Chu Yuanzheng and Shen Yue'er landed one after another on the platform of the Immortal Palace. Looking at the huge square paved with various flowers and immortal herbs, Shen Yue'er's eyes flashed with envy.

Such a grand wedding is the dream in every woman's heart, and immortals are no exception.

"You two are also from the Immortal Dao, right? Please show your invitation!"

An immortal in charge of reception flew over and cupped his hands with a smile.

Chu Yuanzheng turned his hand and took out an invitation card and handed it over. The former took it and looked at it briefly, and his expression suddenly changed, and his attitude cooled down: "You are Chu Yuanzheng, the disciple of the Immortal Saint?"

Chu Yuanzheng frowned: "That's right!"

The receiving immortal handed the invitation back and said lightly: "The young master has instructed that if Chu Yuanzheng arrives, he must not enter the interior of the Immortal Palace, and can only enjoy the banquet on the platform or in the city below!"

Chu Yuanzheng's face changed.

As a dignified disciple of the Immortal Saint, he didn't even have the qualification to enter the Immortal Palace. This was simply naked humiliation!

It was none other than Qin Qipeng who made this arrangement.

Qin Qipeng naturally knew about the grievances between Qin Qiming, Qin Qixian, Yu Xianxue, and Chu Yuanzheng. He didn't have the opportunity to help at the beginning, so now he naturally wants to help his brothers and sisters get revenge.

He had already been beaten up by Zong Xian before, and now he was humiliated again when he came here. He couldn't bear it anymore.

The receiving immortal chuckled and sneered with his arms folded: "What, you want to cause trouble?"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen figures flashed around instantly, surrounding Chu Yuanzheng and Shen Yue'er in the middle, with unkind expressions on their faces.

This is Changqing Alliance's territory. There are a large number of Immortal Emperors and Immortal Sovereigns in the Immortal Palace now. Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this time is simply courting death.

Chu Yuanzheng's face turned blue and red, and finally he said hatefully: "Okay, I just won't go in!"

The receiving immortal smiled and said: "That's right, we are also acting on orders. By the way, the young master only said that you can't enter, this fairy is still welcome."

He pointed to Shen Yue'er.

How could Shen Yue'er watch Chu Yuanzheng alone outside, she said coldly: "No need, I'll stay with my senior brother."

"Whatever."

The receiving immortal shrugged, expressing indifference.

Watching the two leave, Chu Yuanzheng said angrily: "This Qin family is simply too deceiving, Yue'er, after the wedding banquet is over, speed up the collection of dragon ball information, I can't wait any longer!"

If it weren't for the difficulty of disobeying his master's orders, he wouldn't be willing to endure this humiliation and would have left long ago.

Shen Yue'er pursed her red lips and nodded silently.

Just as the two were preoccupied, they suddenly saw a stream of light flying out from the inside of the Immortal Palace, shooting rapidly towards the distant sky.

It was a huge chariot, pulled by eighteen snow-white dragon horses. These dragon horses had single horns on their heads and wings on their backs, walking in the air, which was extremely magical. On the chariot sat a man wearing a long scarlet robe, who was Qin Qipeng.

"Is this Qin Qipeng, the disciple of the Demon Saint? What a heroic young man!"

"Is he going to the Kunpeng Clan to pick up his Dao partner? Isn't it a bit too late to go now? How long will it take to go back and forth?"

"Yes, are we going to stay here for a few months?"

"Oh, a few months is fine. I think it's pretty good. There's food and drink here, and the immortal spiritual energy is so rich. It's a rare cultivation holy land!"

A group of people looked up and talked about it.

When the dragon horse chariot passed over a certain place in the sky, white light suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the entire chariot disappeared instantly, causing the faces of the immortals below to show surprise.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Why are you asking me? How would I know!"

"Could this be the magical power of some big shot? But I didn't even notice a trace of immortal power fluctuations!"

"Hehe, you don't know this, do you? This is the unique magical power of our Changqing Alliance Leader. As long as he wants to go, any place in the Immortal Realm can be reached in an instant!"

"What, there is such a magical power? I am really ignorant. I am afraid that even the Five Saints can't do this kind of method?!"

"What is this? It's just the tip of the iceberg of my Alliance Leader's magical powers!"

The immortals were shocked.

Could it be that the leader of this Changqing Alliance is even stronger than the Five Saints?

On the other side, the Kunpeng Clan.

In her boudoir, Zong Xiaoxiao has already changed into her wedding dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, with her delicate eyebrows and dignified appearance, her face is full of joy and expectation.

Her mother, Zong Mei, put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, her expression a little complicated, her heart full of emotion.

Her daughter, whom she has raised for so many years, is finally going to marry, and she is marrying the most outstanding disciple in the clan, the disciple of the Demon Saint!

"From now on, you will be someone else's daughter. Work hard and try to let your mother have a grandson as soon as possible!" Zong Mei said with a smile.

"Mother, what are you talking about!"

Zong Xiaoxiao was a little shy.

Zong Mei's face showed reluctance, stroking Zong Xiaoxiao's head and softly said: "Xiaoxiao, although you are married, you are still my daughter. Come back and see us often. The Kunpeng Clan will always be your home, understand?"

Zong Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, she pursed her lips, and her eyes were a little moist: "Mother, I will always be your daughter!"

"Silly child, it's a happy day, why are you crying!" Zong Mei took a deep breath and hugged Zong Xiaoxiao in her arms.

The atmosphere was a bit sentimental for a while.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Madam, the groom is here!"

The two quickly flashed to the window and looked out. They saw a chariot pulled by dragon horses coming through the air. Colorful auspicious clouds rippled under the chariot, beautiful and dreamlike. A handsome young man in a long scarlet robe stood smiling, like a prince charming from a fairy tale.

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