That Blue Gown

In the following days.

Yi Feng traversed the vast starry river, arriving amidst one brilliant star after another.

These planets were either barren and desolate, full of vitality, home to flourishing civilizations, or wild and untamed.

Yi Feng crossed mountains and rivers, passed through dense primeval forests, and even plunged into magma and the depths of the sea.

His footsteps covered dozens of planets, hundreds of cities, and thousands of mountain villages.

Along this journey, he met many old friends and heard many tales of their past.

On an unremarkable star in the southern part of the star river.

Yi Feng met the Alchemy Grandmaster who had once researched poisons for the great war.

For the sake of that war, this Alchemy Grandmaster had done everything in his power, even testing poisons on himself without hesitation.

This brought him countless sufferings and torments.

In the end, because the toxins had accumulated too deeply within him, he could no longer suppress them with his cultivation, and he became a Heavenly Calamity Poison Body.

The Heavenly Calamity Poison Body is universally recognized as a bane star.

It continuously releases potent toxins into the surroundings, causing all living creatures nearby to perish.

The poison gas emitted by the Heavenly Calamity Poison Body grows increasingly intense, and the range of its influence expands wider and wider.

This kind of cursed constitution could inevitably lead to the destruction of an entire planet.

He had thought of ending his own life.

But even if he killed himself, the toxins within him would still spread outward.

The Heavenly Calamity Poison Body would even take control of his corpse, wandering and scattering poison gas everywhere, triggering an even more terrifying plague of venom.

To avoid harming the living beings on this planet.

This Alchemy Grandmaster could only endure endless torment and seal himself away in the deepest part of the ocean.

It was a helpless move, but also the only thing he could do.

Even though he had minimized the harm, not a single living creature survived within ten thousand miles of that sea region.

On another planet, Yi Feng met the former Fist Saint.

This was a man obsessed with the art of fist fighting.

He had trained in boxing since childhood, mastering all kinds of fist techniques.

He never used weapons, relying solely on his fists to face enemies.

The reason he avoided weapons was that his fists could rival the most indestructible divine blades.

The power of his punches could crush everything in their path, shatter mountains, and sever rivers.

Yet such a formidable being, during that great war, had lost his most proud possession—his arms and fists—and even re-growing his bones proved useless.

From then on.

He retreated to a deserted, remote mountain village, utterly broken.

On another planet that was once vibrant with life, Yi Feng instead saw endless barrenness.

It wasn't just barren—it was shrouded in eerie gloom and littered with white bones.

In the black-red soil, fragments of limbs, broken bones, and various weapons were everywhere.

There was no sign of life here, and compared to its former prosperity, Yi Feng felt nothing but deep regret.

He remembered that the black earth under his feet had once been cobblestone streets; this place had been a wealthy, bustling, enormous city.

The main avenue had been filled with traffic, crowds of all kinds of people coming and going endlessly, and a dazzling array of goods overwhelming the eyes.

But now, only desolation and death remained.

He traveled through many places and witnessed many scenes.

Yi Feng kept ending one tragedy after another, allowing each planet to regain its vitality.

He gave his former comrades a new lease on life.

This was a journey of redemption.

The objects of this redemption were not only those people and planets in dire straits but also Yi Feng's own heart.

The heavy weight that had once pressed on Yi Feng's heart gradually lifted with each reunion.

The past cannot be undone, but the future can still be pursued.

Let the past and its regrets drift away with the wind, and cherish the brighter days ahead.

This was what Yi Feng told these old friends, and what he urged himself to accept.

As he finished delivering all the invitations, the deep-seated regrets in Yi Feng's heart finally settled.

At that moment,

He felt that the gentle breeze brushing his face seemed kinder, and the warm glow of the setting sun seemed even more inviting.

Yi Feng couldn't recall how long it had been...

The last time he had enjoyed peace and tranquility seemed to have been back in Pingjiang City.

"Ha..."

Yi Feng let out a long sigh, releasing the pent-up gloom in his heart.

At that moment, he felt refreshed and utterly at ease.

He stepped forward and swiftly vanished into the star river.

Huacheng City.

The brightly decorated Sima Mansion.

Fiery red lanterns displayed the joyous occasion, and colorful banners flapped proudly in the wind.

The entire Sima residence was filled with laughter and cheerful voices.

Joy and harmony shone in everyone's eyes, barely able to hide their smiles.

Yi Feng stepped over the high doorstep and strolled leisurely into the mansion.

The day after tomorrow would be Cangsheng's grand wedding, and Yi Feng wanted to make it flawless.

So as soon as he returned, he began inspecting everywhere to see if anything needed to be adjusted.

The servants of the Sima household were incredibly busy.

They had never seen the head of the Sima family take anything so seriously, so they dared not show any negligence.

During the days Yi Feng was away, Sima Taili attended to every detail himself.

His devotion to the young couple's wedding was evident.

With a gentle smile on his face and his hands clasped behind his back, Yi Feng walked through corridors and courtyards.

Though everyone had put their best efforts into the decorations, a thousand people had a thousand definitions of perfection.

Yi Feng was no exception. He felt there were too few "double happiness" characters in the mansion.

So he had the steward bring him a brush, ink, and paper, and personally wrote the characters with cinnabar.

He wrote swiftly, while several maids nearby kept cutting them out with golden scissors.

This attracted a crowd of Sima clan members, who all praised the beauty of Yi Feng's calligraphy.

After writing the characters, Yi Feng led the maids to paste them in various places.

"This one is a bit crooked, move it a little to the right."

"Put one on the window too."

After finishing, Yi Feng felt he still had more to express with his brush.

So he went to the back courtyard again to grind ink, planning to write a couplet for the young couple.

The crowd gathered once more.

They watched intently, eager to see Yi Feng's brushwork and his literary talent.

Then, Yi Feng moved his brush like floating clouds and flowing water, writing with the grace of a dragon and serpent:

Upper line: No need for a thousand pieces of jade as a betrothal gift.

Lower line: The red thread has already tied the two hearts together.

Horizontal scroll: A Happy Union.

His strokes were forceful and vigorous, like iron hooks and silver engravings, drawing cheers and praise from everyone present.

"Steward, please take this couplet to the wedding chamber and put it up. Also, call Cangsheng here, tell him I'm back and waiting for him in the courtyard."

"Very well, Mr. Yi," the steward replied respectfully before withdrawing.

Only then did Yi Feng have a moment to rest, sipping some tea as he quietly watched the clouds drift and gather.

A short while later.

Cangsheng, dressed in a blue robe, arrived excitedly.

The closer the wedding day got, the more anxious Cangsheng became.

He had worried that Yi Feng wouldn't make it back in time to officiate his wedding.

Hearing that Yi Feng had returned, Cangsheng felt genuine joy and reassurance.

"Brother Yi Feng, you're finally back!"

Cangsheng jogged over with a beaming face, looking like a man blessed by happy events.

Yi Feng sized up Cangsheng and was momentarily dazed.

Then he kept nodding with a smile.

In just a few days, Cangsheng's temperament and attire had improved significantly.

It seemed that Sima Qingyi was skilled at nurturing her husband.

The reason for Yi Feng's daze was that Cangsheng's blue robe reminded him of Cangsheng's ancestor.

Once upon a time, when they first met, he was draped in that blue robe, a long sword slung across his back, roaming the world with nothing but his blade.