However, there was a slight imperfection—beneath that sacred elegance lay an air of aloofness, a cold indifference that made her seem distant and unapproachable.
Yet, as the saying goes, a flaw in jade only serves to highlight its rarity.
That touch of coldness did little to diminish Miss Feng's allure. Her temperament and beauty remained unparalleled.
A flicker of amazement flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes as he silently praised her.
It was said that among the younger generation, she had the highest chance of becoming the next Pavilion Master of the Eastern Pavilion.
A true combination of talent and beauty.
Marrying such a woman would easily save a man twenty years of struggle.
"So that's Miss Feng from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion? She truly lives up to her name—noble and majestic, like a phoenix."
"I didn't expect Miss Feng to be here as well."
"Master Zhou is rumored to be a Dou Saint expert. Not just Miss Feng—even if the Pavilion Master of Wind and Thunder Pavilion himself came, it would be understandable."
"Indeed!"
"A Dou Saint is an entirely different level!"
Just as the crowd was engaged in heated discussion, a sudden thunderclap resounded. Space rippled as a tall figure stepped forward.
The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a streak of silver in his beard.
He was clad in a silver robe adorned with intricate lightning patterns, which shimmered and pulsed like living currents of energy.
Faint arcs of lightning flickered around him, exuding an overwhelming presence.
"Teacher!"
Miss Feng, Feng Qing'er, who was standing atop a Seven-Colored Spirit Crane, immediately stepped forward and greeted him respectfully.
"Hmm."
The man gave a slight nod. Soon after, several other powerful figures arrived, following closely behind him.
Together, they made their way towards the Zhou Manor.
"Lei Zun-Zhe of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, along with his entourage, extends congratulations to Master Zhou on his joyous wedding!"
"Lei Zun-Zhe, esteemed guests, please, come inside!"
Yao Chen stepped forward to welcome them.
"It has been a long time, Yao Zun-Zhe. Your presence is even more extraordinary than before!"
Lei Zun-Zhe, sensing the overwhelming might of Yao Chen, who had ascended to the Half-Saint realm, felt a mixture of envy and awe. His tone grew significantly more respectful.
A Half-Saint expert—someone who could crush him with a mere slap.
"So that's Lei Zun-Zhe of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion?"
"He really came!"
"A Dou Venerate powerhouse!"
As Lei Zun-Zhe and his group entered the Zhou Manor, murmurs spread among the crowd.
But what happened next was even more astonishing.
"Feng Zun-Zhe of the Falling Star Pavilion, along with his disciple, Mu Qingluan, extends congratulations to Master Zhou on his joyous wedding!"
Feng Zun-Zhe was an elderly man dressed in a flowing green robe, his long hair draped casually over his shoulders, exuding an air of carefree elegance.
Behind him stood a petite girl clad in green, her large, crystal-clear eyes brimming with innocence. Her delicate face still carried traces of youthful naivety.
However, those who recognized her knew better.
Mu Qingluan was the senior disciple of the Falling Star Pavilion and already a Dou Emperor expert. Her youthful appearance was due to her heritage—she belonged to the Sky Luan Beast Clan.
Similar to Zi Yan, without reaching a certain level of power, she would retain a childlike form.
Though by human standards, she was not young.
However, given the long lifespan of magical beasts, she was still in her prime.
Yao Chen personally welcomed Feng Zun-Zhe, an old acquaintance from the early days of the Falling Star Pavilion.
Not long after—
"Whoosh!"
A piercing sonic boom echoed as a colossal greatsword, nearly ten meters long, tore through the sky, streaking towards them.
The massive sword quivered, then suddenly shattered into countless light fragments before vanishing.
From its remnants, two figures descended gracefully from the sky—one elderly, one young.
They were Sword Zun-Zhe of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and his disciple, Tang Ying.
"Sword Zun-Zhe of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, along with his disciple, Tang Ying, extends congratulations to Master Zhou on his joyous wedding!"
"Yellow Spring Pavilion's Huang Quan-Zun-Zhe extends congratulations to Master Zhou on his joyous wedding!"
Following Sword Zun-Zhe's arrival, the master of the Yellow Spring Pavilion, Wang Chen, also made an entrance.
At this moment, the Four Pavilion Masters of Central Plains had all gathered.
"All four Pavilion Masters are here! There are so many Dou Venerate experts—Master Zhou's influence is truly immense!"
"Well, Master Zhou is not just an alchemist; he is also a Dou Saint expert!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime event! An eye-opener indeed!"
Countless spectators were stunned, their discussions filled with awe and admiration.
Xiao Yan and the members of the Xiao Clan felt as if they had stepped into a grand, otherworldly realm.
For a small clan without even a single Dou Spirit expert, witnessing such a monumental gathering was beyond their wildest dreams.
And yet, this was only the beginning.
Next came the arrival of Ice River Valley's Ice Zun-Zhe and its elders.
Following them, the Valley Master of Burning Flame Valley, Tang Chen, arrived, accompanied by his powerful subordinates and his daughter, Tang Huo-Er.
The only faction that remained absent was the enigmatic Sound Valley.
Soon after—
"The Pill Tower is here!"
"Pill Tower experts have arrived!"
"That's the legendary Pill Tower!"
Gasps of amazement filled the air.
As the sacred land of alchemists, the Pill Tower commanded supreme influence across the Central Plains.
A large delegation from the Pill Tower had arrived, led by two of its highest authorities, Xuan Kong Zi and Xuan Yi, alongside representatives of the Tower's five great families.
Xuan Kong Zi, an elderly man draped in white, had a face lined with deep wrinkles. Though his eyes appeared narrow under the weight of age, they gleamed with profound wisdom and warmth.
Beside him stood a stunning woman in a cheongsam. Despite her years—easily matching Xuan Kong Zi's—her appearance rivaled that of a woman in her thirties. Her refined grace bore the marks of time's passage yet remained captivating.
She was Xuan Yi, one of the three ruling figures of the Pill Tower.
Both of them were peak Dou Venerate experts, yet as alchemists, their souls far surpassed ordinary Dou Venerate powerhouses.
Zhou Yi and Yao Chen emerged to greet them.
"Master Zhou, you are indeed young and extraordinary, truly a rare talent!"
"Congratulations on your wedding, Master Zhou!"
Xuan Kong Zi studied Zhou Yi carefully, sensing the unfathomable depth of his soul. His rank as an alchemist was undoubtedly exceptional.
As for whether he was truly a Dou Saint, Xuan Kong Zi could not discern. He only felt an overwhelming vastness, immeasurable like the sea.
Xuan Yi glanced at Zhou Yi, then at Yao Chen, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.
Just then—
Boom!
A terrifying aura descended, shaking the heavens.
Weaker individuals instantly dropped to their knees, overwhelmed by the sheer force.
Even the Dou Venerate experts from the Four Pavilions, Burning Flame Valley, Ice River Valley, Tianming Sect, Flower Sect, and the Pill Tower felt immense pressure.
A Dou Saint had arrived.
Yao Chen, Xuan Yi, and Xuan Kong Zi's expressions changed as they abruptly lifted their heads.
"The Hall Master of the Soul Hall, Hun Miesheng, has come to congratulate Master Zhou on his wedding!"
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