The monk may run away, but the temple remains.

Zhao Xing shouted, “Come on in, but no need to make such a racket—this planet’s rules can’t handle you lot messing around!”

“Exactly!” Li Da chimed in.

“Pfft, so you get to show off when you arrive, but we can’t even flex a little?”

“You two shameless old farts!”

“Fist Saint, did your hand grow back?”

“Sure did, Old Poison—now I can slap you across the face again!”

“You looking for trouble? Believe me, I’ll poison you to death!”

“Enough bickering, enough bickering—today we’re here to celebrate our grandson. If you want to fight, do it another day!”

With that, a dozen people appeared right before Cang Sheng in the blink of an eye.

They jostled and clamored to get their hands on him, pinching and poking.

Cang Sheng was like a poor little doll—passed around and handled by a bunch of burly old men—while all he could do was grin stupidly.

These grandpas really were… way too enthusiastic.

The gifts they brought were each more terrifying than the last.

They pulled out their presents and began showing off, competing with one another.

Three magnificent cave-dwelling pocket worlds unfurled in midair, hovering above the Situ family estate.

They looked like three celestial palaces on clouds.

Inside, the lavish decoration and dense spiritual energy could only be described as heavenly.

Dozens of rare spirit beasts and magical herbs, along with dozens of divine pills and elixirs, were piled on the ground like they were nothing.

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd, wave after wave, spreading endlessly.

Everyone felt their jaws nearly drop off.

What they saw and experienced today left them forever shaken.

They had no time left to even be stunned by Cang Sheng’s background.

All those treasures had people drooling with envious tears.

Situ Taili was speechless for a long time.

A storm raged inside him—his young mind pounded like a crashing wave.

What kind of people… were these?

How glorious must the Cang family have once been?

What kind of heaven-defying powerhouses had Cang Sheng’s ancestors been?!

But the grand spectacle wasn’t over yet.

A few more mighty elders arrived late.

They radiated their full auras and presented incredible, heaven-defying treasures.

Yet everyone’s reaction was pretty flat by now…

They had gotten used to it. That kind of familiarity felt both strange and helpless.

It was like working as a bank teller for too long—money stopped feeling like money.

Little did they remember, these were not their riches. If they were, they’d be laughing in their dreams every night.

Over twenty old-timers, each over a hundred thousand years old, gathered once again.

They hugged each other and reminisced about old times, chatting as if they’d never run out of things to say.

While talking, their hands never stopped stroking their little grandson Cang Sheng.

It was like they were polishing a prayer bead set.

Everyone adored Cang Sheng and looked forward to meeting his little granddaughter-in-law.

Meanwhile, Yi Feng stood quietly by the side of the high platform, watching it all with a calm expression.

To him, these old friends’ gifts didn’t seem too extravagant.

This was all rightfully Cang Sheng’s—what his ancestors had fought and died for.

To this day, only a little over twenty of those old comrades remained.

Most who had participated in that great war had long since passed.

Those still alive had no bloodline descendants left.

Only this little one, Cang Sheng, was the continuation of their generation.

In the hearts of the elders, he was like a flame, a sapling.

He rekindled the dying hopes of the old men, becoming the beacon of their hearts.

They all longed to see Cangsheng grow and flourish, spreading his lineage far and wide.

After a round of pleasantries,

Situ Taili timidly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Esteemed elders, I am Situ Taili, Cangsheng's father-in-law. The auspicious hour is near, so please take your seats at the banquet."

Once the crowd realized Situ Taili was the groom's father-in-law, they patted his shoulders and exchanged warm greetings.

Then, Li Da roared, urging everyone to quickly enter and sit down, so as not to delay the wedding ceremony.

The old men finally entered the Situ mansion.

Situ Taili led them to the seats of honor.

These rough-and-tumble old fellows sat down without the slightest hesitation.

They all glared with hostile eyes at the three people from Wusheng Mountain, who had awkwardly placed themselves at the head table.

The hearts of the three from Wusheng Mountain instantly skipped a beat.

Their faces turned pale with terror, lips trembling uncontrollably, as a chilling dread surged through their bodies.

Chen Dahai, notorious for his arrogant and bullying ways, was the most cowardly of all. He quivered like a sieve, as if on the verge of falling apart at any moment.

His insolent demeanor had completely vanished,

replaced by a raw, gut-wrenching fear.

What the hell kind of people are these? Every single one of them has world-shattering power?

People like this—not even the imperial clan of the Qianlong Dynasty would dare to provoke them, let alone the three of them.

Today, Chen Dahai had truly gotten a cut above the rest—an eye-opening experience.

He bitterly regretted his decision to sit at the head table.

"E-esteemed seniors, I've taken the wrong seat. You're a large group, so we'll make room for you and move to a lower table..."

With that, Chen Dahai tried to slip away.

But just as he rose, a thick, powerful hand landed on his trembling shoulder.

"Little punk, since you're already seated, why leave?" Li Da said coldly.

Chen Dahai was so frightened he nearly lost control of his bladder. The two elders beside him dared only stare at their own feet, terrified out of their wits.

"I... I really just sat in the wrong place."

"Out of ten thousand people here, only you three sat in the wrong spot. I doubt it's that simple," Zhao Xing questioned with a stern glare.

Chen Dahai's chest heaved violently from the tension.

His heart pounded like a drum—thump, thump, thump.

The terror within him was beyond measure.

Faced with such overwhelming pressure, as if the sky itself were collapsing, Chen Dahai could only force down his fear and plaster on a flattering, fawning smile.

"Honorable seniors... I truly am just seated wrongly. I... I'll vacate the spot for you."

"Hmph, you've come to cause trouble, haven't you? If an old man like me couldn't see through such a simple trick, I would have wasted all these years!"

Clearly, these great powers had easily seen through his intentions.

Hearing this, Chen Dahai was scared nearly out of his wits.

The two elders were seized with an alarming dread.

"Today is my grandson's wedding day. I don't want to see blood. Go find a spot and kneel there."

Li Da waved his hand coldly.

At those words,

the surrounding guests and the clansmen of the Situ family felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

They had endured Wusheng Mountain's arrogance for far too long, and today finally they breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone's contempt and condemnation of Wusheng Mountain were undisguised.

Now that everyone knew the fearsome strength of those at the head table, they no longer feared Wusheng Mountain's retaliation.

When a wall is about to fall, everyone gives it a push—that was the principle at work.

When Chen Dahai heard Li Da's command to kneel and the crowd's furious denunciations...

He felt a mix of shame, fury, and utter helplessness.

He glared at the two elders, hoping they might come up with some plan.

But the moment their eyes met Chen Dahai's, they quickly averted their gazes.

They were terrified too!

How could they dare to provoke such a fearsome existence?

Left with no choice, Chen Dahai gritted his teeth and forced out a few muffled words.

"Don't forget your families!"

Those words struck the two elders like an electric jolt, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.

They had come on this mission specifically to protect their young master.

If the young master was humiliated, the sect leader would surely punish them severely.

Sure, they could run.

But their entire families were back at Wusheng Mountain—the monk may run away, but the temple stays.

The two elders exchanged glances, as if drawing courage from each other.

They had no choice left but to grit their teeth and take a stand.

"Honored seniors, we are from Wusheng Mountain, and this is our young master. Please, out of respect for Wusheng Mountain, show mercy where mercy is due."

Hearing this, the surging storm of emotions within Chen Dahai subsided a little.

Finally, someone had spoken up for him. He felt a great sense of comfort.

"That's right, honored seniors. Your cultivation is profound; you shouldn't stoop to bother with juniors. Let mercy prevail."

"Heh."

Zhao Xing let out a cold laugh. That hot-tempered old fellow lightly raised his hand.

"Boom!"

A surge of powerful energy blasted out, sending the two elders crashing into the distant wall.

The two Wusheng Mountain elders were left with broken bones and ruptured tendons, coughing up blood as they fell unconscious.

"Who gave you small fries the right to speak here? And you dare lecture us?"