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Indeed, there were many “eyes” surrounding the farmhouse, in the form of minor demons. Some were here to watch the excitement, while others were underlings of the Chiyan Ghost King. Chen Jingzhou was naturally aware of these little demons, but he initially thought they were Xu Yang’s wife’s “family” and didn’t pay much attention.

Upon hearing Xu Yang’s words, Chen Jingzhou’s expression shifted slightly, and he spoke softly, “I heard from the intelligence department that recently, many Yin spirits and malevolent beings in Xi Xia are restless. Is this related to your wedding?”

Xu Yang nodded and laughed, “Not only Yin spirits and malevolent beings, but even that big rat from Helan Mountain has come… Many Ghost Kings and Red-clothed spirits are hoping to cause trouble during my wedding. Luckily, Minister Wang just broke through to the realm of the Land Immortal, so these monsters can be considered a big gift for his breakthrough!”

“This really is a big gift!”

Chen Jingzhou was somewhat excited, and couldn’t help licking his lips!

Over the years, he had been stationed in Xi Xia and was utterly exhausted. He hadn’t had a day off for several years, always running around and dealing with Yin spirits and ghosts. If what Xu Yang said was true, then this would be an opportunity to catch all the powerful soul-attracting malevolent beings in Xi Xia in one fell swoop!

Even if they couldn’t catch all of them, they could still kill most of them, making the Spirits Management Bureau’s work much easier. There would be fewer bizarre incidents and less harm to the people!

Soon.

A black car parked in the farmhouse’s parking lot.

From the car, Wang Hou and Divine Master Chengming got out together.

Wang Hou still dressed very ordinarily – with a buzzcut, white short sleeves, black capri pants, and a pair of breathable sneakers. He looked no different from a 24. or 25-year-old.

Even the Zongsheng Palace’s ancestor, Divine Master Chengming, had taken off his Daoist robe at Xu Yang’s insistence.

He wore a set of dark purple Tang-style clothes, with his long white hair simply tied up in a ponytail behind his head. Despite being 600 years old, Divine Master Chengming was still very sturdy, with a straight waist and a non-slouched back. This outfit made him look a bit like an old art scholar.

“Cousin!”

“Second Uncle!”

Xu Yang laughed loudly, deliberately shouting out loud.

Wang Hou and Divine Master Chengming looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh. Xu Yang had informed them yesterday, otherwise with their cultivation, they wouldn’t need to take the trouble of riding in cars, and could just fly directly here.

When they entered the private room, members of the Spirits Management Bureau like Feng Zhaoqing and Chen Jingzhou, as well as Master Luan Haiping from the Maoshan Sect, proceeded to pay their respects.

Wang Hou waved his hand and said, “Today we’re here to attend Xu Yang’s wedding. Everyone should eat and drink as they please, no need for formalities.”

At that moment, the sound of thunder echoed outside.

The rain poured heavily. Divine Master Chengming sipped some Maotai and laughed, “Junior Xu, do you need my help?”

“No need to bother Senior for such a trivial matter.”

Xu Yang arranged for Feng Zhaoqing, Chen Jingzhou, and the others to sit down, poured drinks for them, and said, “Minister Wang, Senior, Director Chen, Captain Feng, you guys drink first, and I’ll arrange the food right away.” “You’re the groom today; you take care of your things and don’t worry about us.”

Wang Hou laughed, “I’m still waiting for you to give me my big gift.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Xu Yang walked out and saw the heavy rain pouring outside. Yang Wancheng rushed over with an umbrella and said with a bitter smile, “Master Xu, it’s almost time for the banquet. This rain probably won’t stop for a while. Should we delay the start time?”

“No need.”

Xu Yang looked up at the sky and waved to take out a small altar of ritual from his storage space.

This altar was obtained from Chen Chaoting of the Lu Shan Sect.

Lu Shan Sect’s Daoists were good at “Summoning Deities”, which required performing rituals. Therefore, many Lu Shan Sect experts carried small altars on them, which now conveniently came in handy for Xu Yang.

Dressed in a bright red wedding outfit, Xu Yang took out his peach wood sword. The aura of Daoism emanated from his body, repelling the rainwater. He stood on the altar, stepping on the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, and murmured incantations. Soon, he completed the ritual and pointed the peach wood sword towards the sky!

“Open!”

Xu Yang let out a low shout.

A peculiar aura burst forth from his body, and a surge of Daoist power rose from the peach wood sword. In the next moment, the originally dark and oppressive storm clouds slowly dispersed to both sides, and the heavy rain stopped in just a few seconds.

A strange scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

The storm clouds in the sky seemed to have been torn apart from the middle, revealing a clear blue sky, while the clouds still rolled on both sides. Within a radius of 500 meters from the farmhouse, the heavy rain had stopped, but beyond that, rain still fell.

The setting sun’s light refracted through the torn sky, casting a stunning rainbow across the blue sky above.

Inside the farmhouse.

Wan Baolu and his female anchors were all dumbstruck.

Yang Wancheng, the chefs, and waiters all wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Even Xu Yang’s neighbors at the funeral home were left wide-eyed. However, people like Ma Long and Yang Fan, who had witnessed Xu Yang’s extraordinary powers before, didn’t show much surprise.

Xu Yang put away the peach wood sword and altar, called Mr. Yang to arrange for the banquet, and prepared to go to the Yue Mansion to pick up his bride..