As the usual trio who often hung out together, Da Huang understood Yi Tuo and Little Earthworm even better than Chen Chang'an.
Under Da Huang's suggestion, Yi Tuo smirked slyly.
Then, Yi Tuo directly activated a secret technique, projecting the scene before everyone's eyes.
When the images were paired with the accompanying sounds, everyone's eyes widened in shock!
Holy crap!
This is so brutal and violent!
This trip was totally worth it—this is absolutely explosive!
And we get to watch such a spectacle?
The guests were thoroughly entertained, while the faces of the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect turned ashen.
"Ancestor, what should we do?" the sect leader of the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect asked nervously.
"Hurry and find out who's causing trouble here."
"This person's methods are extraordinary—they managed to pull off so much under our noses without us noticing."
"And also, send someone... No, we can't send anyone to warn them."
"Otherwise, it’ll be impossible to explain."
The Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s ancestor initially considered sending someone to warn those two idiots, but doing so would only confirm that the scene was real.
For a moment, chaos erupted among the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect members, but Chen Chang'an and his group were hidden in a secluded spot.
Moreover, Chen Chang'an hadn’t done anything suspicious, so no one would suspect him. Who would’ve thought the troublemaker was actually a turtle?
"Dammit!"
"Who the hell is it?"
"Why can’t we find them?"
"Someone capable of such tricks shouldn’t be able to hide all traces of energy fluctuations, right?"
"Even if we can’t detect it, shouldn’t the ancestor, the sect leader, or even the elders notice something?"
"Not sure, but it seems like no one has noticed anything."
Chen Chang'an was also curious about this. Yi Tuo really had some skills—he could pull this off without a trace.
"Yi Tuo, your technique doesn’t leave any detectable energy fluctuations?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Big bro, don’t forget—I’m an energy entity myself."
"Hiding energy fluctuations is my specialty," Yi Tuo replied with a grin.
"Interesting."
"But this show should be ending soon."
As the two "combatants" let out excited moans, the grand spectacle finally came to a close.
Some guests even felt a bit unsatisfied, as if the fine wine in their cups had lost its flavor.
Meanwhile, the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect members sighed in relief—was it finally over?
"Don’t relax yet."
"We haven’t found the culprit, and they might strike again."
"Stay vigilant and observe every guest’s movements closely."
"Focus on identifying any guests whose identities don’t match their invitations."
"Go now."
"Yes."
The Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s ancestor hadn’t given up the investigation, but he maintained a calm facade, as if the earlier incident was trivial and unworthy of concern.
The only consolation was that the projection disappeared as soon as the "battle" ended.
Before long, the leading man and woman of the earlier spectacle made their grand entrance.
However, the fake Chen Chang'an and Wen Xiuxiu immediately noticed something off about the way the crowd was looking at them.
It was unsettling.
"Chang'an gege, wh-what’s going on?"
"Why is everyone staring at us like that?" Wen Xiuxiu asked nervously.
"It’s nothing."
"Maybe they’re just stunned by your beauty."
Hearing this, Wen Xiuxiu smiled happily—no woman could resist praise from the one she loved.
"I’m not that pretty."
"No, in my heart, you’re the best."
"I’m truly blessed to have you, Wen Xiuxiu."
"Chang'an gege..."
The two were lost in their sweet exchange, their eyes filled with tenderness, making the crowd wonder if they were about to start another performance.
The real Chen Chang'an frowned, growing more irritated the longer he watched this impostor.
Damn shameless bastard, using my name to say such things—did he ever consider how I’d feel?
"Hehehe."
"Shut it."
Seeing Da Huang snickering, Chen Chang'an shot him a glare.
The fake Chen Chang'an, still holding Wen Xiuxiu’s hand, approached the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s ancestor and sect leader.
Though their hearts were filled with disgust, they forced themselves to remain composed.
Deep down, they had plenty of complaints about this Chen Chang'an.
They didn’t care whether he was real or fake, but his behavior was downright distasteful.
The fake Chen Chang'an nodded at them before addressing the guests.
He knew his delay had kept everyone waiting, so he apologized, "My sincerest apologies."
"Xiuxiu was a bit nervous, so we took some time to talk in private."
"Please don’t mind the wait."
"Forgive our discourtesy."
Discourtesy?
Not at all!
Not in the slightest!
The earlier show had been thoroughly entertaining—they wouldn’t mind another round!
"Hahaha, Young Master Chen, no need for apologies. We don’t mind at all!"
"Indeed, attending your wedding today is an honor for us."
"Who would’ve thought Young Master Chen would be such a dashing figure? Truly, seeing is believing!"
"Young Master Chen and Miss Wen are a match made in heaven—utterly enviable!"
The flattery pleased both the fake Chen Chang'an and Wen Xiuxiu. No matter what happened, the name "Chen Chang'an" alone was enough to make these people sing praises, even if insincerely.
Seeing that the situation hadn’t spiraled out of control, the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s ancestor and sect leader relaxed slightly, though they remained watchful.
"The auspicious hour has arrived."
"Shall we proceed with the ceremony?" the sect leader suggested with a smile.
"Of course," the fake Chen Chang'an replied with a nod.
Just then, Chen Chang'an, who had remained silent until now, finally stood up.
"Hold it!"
His voice instantly silenced the crowd.
Everyone turned to look, frowning at the audacity of this stranger.
Still, his demeanor and appearance were undeniably striking.
Was he one of Wen Xiuxiu’s admirers? Had he come to stop her from marrying Chen Chang'an?
Even if his looks and aura surpassed this Chen Chang'an’s, how could he possibly compare to the real deal?
"This guy has some nerve, daring to interrupt like this!"
"Hmph, looks like we’re in for another show."
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