455: Chapter 455 Those who can't be killed are not afraid.

The day of the ceremony finally arrived.

Before dawn broke, there was already movement within the guest rooms of Canglan Peak.

Ling Hao opened his eyes to the sight of two layers of light purple and light red gauze.

The sisters Jiang Wangqing and person curled up on either side of him; beneath the thin quilt, their exquisite curves were faintly visible.

The light purple Qingrong Gauze robe on Jiang Wangqing's body was already in complete disarray.

The open collar was wide open down to her belly; the silver silk ribbon originally tied loosely beneath her chest had long since slipped off, and beneath the sheer gauze, her full, ample contours were faintly visible.

Resting her head on Ling Hao's shoulder, she slept soundly with the corners of her lips slightly upturned.

person's light red Cicada-wing Gauze robe was even more of a crumpled mess; the red silk ribbon bow at the lapel was nowhere to be found, leaving her breasts half-exposed.

There was also a small tear at the shoulder of the gauze robe, faintly revealing her snow-white skin.

She curled up on Ling Hao's other side like a kitten, her small hand resting on his chest, her fingertips slightly curled.

There was one more; Shui Liuli was sprawled by Ling Hao's legs, her silver hair scattered across the pillow.

Last night, this girl had used the excuse that "Cangming has something to say within the Sea of Consciousness" to stay, but in the end, there was nothing at all.

She had now begun to stop being shy about having people watch the battle.

Ling Hao gently pulled back his numbed arm; just as he propped himself up, Shui Liuli woke up. She rubbed her eyes.

"Good morning, Revered Master~"

Ling Hao shot her a glare:

"If your other Senior Sisters find out, you'll be in for it!"

Just then, Jiang Wangqing and person also woke up.

The two sisters shared a look; knowing there was official business today, they hurriedly rose to serve Ling Hao in dressing.

Jiang Wangqing first brought out the white cross-collar inner robe and trousers, unfolding them with a shake. After Ling Hao stood up, she moved behind him and draped the inner robe over his shoulders, her fingertips inadvertently brushing across his back as she gathered the lapels to his chest.

The light purple Qingrong Gauze fluttered gently with her movements, her full curves appearing and disappearing; the wrinkles on the gauze robe were particularly striking in the morning light.

As she lowered her head to tie the sash, a lock of hair fell, brushing across Ling Hao's chest.

person knelt by the bedside to help Ling Hao into his inner trousers. She leaned forward slightly, the lapel of her light red Cicada-wing Gauze wide open, her breasts half-exposed and swaying gently with her movements.

After carefully pulling up the waistband, person's fingers still lingered at Ling Hao's waist; she deliberately slowed her movements while tying the sash, her index finger lightly tracing across his lower abdomen as she looked up, her eyes brimming with emotion:

"Sect Master, is this alright?"

Ling Hao's lips twitched slightly. "It's just right."

Shui Liuli suddenly reached over and gave it a gentle flick.

Ling Hao warned in a low voice:

"Little Liuli, if it gets out of control later and makes me miss the time for the ceremony, see if the Sect Master and Supreme Elder of the White Rock Holy Land don't give you a beating."

Shui Liuli stuck out her tender pink tongue and said with a giggle:

"Revered Master, with the two Elders here, you weren't controlling it anyway... Besides, Revered Master, you'll definitely protect me, right?"

Ling Hao laughed in spite of himself and reached out to give her perky bottom a smack:

"I'll even add some fuel to the fire then."

The two sisters covered their mouths and chuckled, continuing to serve Ling Hao as he put on the rest.

Jiang Wangqing brought over the dark red under-robe and helped him into it, carefully aligning the lapels and tying the waist cloth around his waist.

Her hands wrapped around from his lower back; as she tightened the silk ribbon, the softness of her chest pressed against Ling Hao's back through the thin gauze, a damp coolness seeping through the fabric.

The outer layer was a bright red, round-collared wedding robe with a right-side closure; the fabric was crisp and embroidered with golden auspicious cloud patterns.

person stood on tiptoe to adjust his collar, her small hands lingering at the side of Ling Hao's neck. Jiang Wangqing moved to the front, carefully aligning the lapels and smoothing out every wrinkle.

The light purple gauze robe still bore damp traces from who-knows-who, but Jiang Wangqing was completely oblivious, focused only on ensuring the wedding robe was worn perfectly.

Finally, the waist.

Jiang Wangqing brought over a wide brocade jade belt and wrapped it around him from behind, buckling it tight to cinch his waist. Her entire body was practically pressed against Ling Hao's back, her soft, warm form transmitting heat through the thin gauze; after buckling the jade belt, she smoothed his waist before stepping back.

"All done."

Jiang Wangqing took a step back and looked him up and down, her eyes filled with wonder.

person also stood up, tugged at her own crumpled red gauze robe, and said with a giggle:

"Sect Master looks truly handsome today."

Shui Liuli rested her chin on her hand, watching the sisters serve him, and suddenly remarked wistfully:

"What a pity, that Sect Leader Shi gets such a bargain."

Ling Hao raised a hand and flicked her forehead. "You were the one getting a bargain just now."

Shui Liuli clutched her forehead, giggling away.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the door.

"Revered Master! Revered Master! Are you up yet?!"

Chi Wanhe's voice was the loudest; before she had even finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Chi Wanhe, Qin Zhaoxue, Du Yuqing, Lu Changning, Lin Xiwei, and Xia Yingying filed in one after another, filling the room to capacity.

The women's gazes fell upon Ling Hao, and they instantly fell silent.

Clad in the bright red robe with a jade belt cinching his waist, Ling Hao's usual clean-cut elegance in green was now supplemented by a touch of nobility and valiancy from the vibrant red; the composed smile in his eyes appeared even more refined and charming.

Chi Wanhe's eyes went wide, and it took a while before she said, "Revered Master... you look way too good, don't you?"

Qin Zhaoxue smiled slightly and said softly, "Revered Master is indeed exceptionally handsome today."

Du Yuqing remained expressionless, her eyes fixed on him. Lu Changning twisted her fingers, her small face flushed red, as she whispered, "Revered Master looks good."

Lin Xiwei's cool eyes lingered on him for a moment before she looked away indifferently, though she continued to watch him out of the corner of her eye.

Xia Yingying covered her face with both hands, peeking through the gaps between her fingers.

"Little Junior Sister, your clothes... were you here last night...?"

Recovering from her Revered Master's beauty, Chi Wanhe immediately noticed what Shui Liuli was wearing.

It was obvious she had spent the night here.

"I see, no wonder I didn't see you just now..."

The guest room became a scene of chaos, but Ling Hao calmly stepped out and flew toward the main peak.

They won't die from it, no need to fear.

...

Above the White Rock Holy Land, the morning clouds were just beginning to bloom, and the sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles.

Looking down from high above, with the White Rock Holy Land as the center, spiritual lights flickered in every direction in an endless stream.

Countless Cultivators came from all directions of White Rock Province, some on Flying Swords, some in boats, and others in carriages. In the sky, spirit skiffs were like shuttles and spirit ships like leaves, with flying Magical Artifacts of all sizes filling the horizon.

Some spirit skiffs were entirely green, their bows carved into the likeness of Divine Beasts and their hulls covered in array patterns with flowing spiritual light; some spirit ships were shaped like pavilions with upturned eaves, even carrying musicians whose music drifted faintly; other Cultivators rode spirit cranes or stepped on Flying Swords, gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.

Further away, several giant tower ships burst through the clouds, their sails embroidered with the emblems of various Sects.

Those were the top-ranking major Sects of White Rock Province, putting on a grand display.

The crowd surged toward the Holy Land like a tide, yet none dared to overstep.

Upon reaching the mountain gate, regardless of cultivation level or the size of their Sect, everyone consciously descended and entered on foot.

On both sides of the mountain gate, the welcoming Disciples of the White Rock Holy Land were all smiles, leading the guests up the stairs along the red carpet.

The entire Holy Land was filled with the sweet fragrance of spiritual tea and flowers; red silk fluttered, and festive lanterns hung high, the celebratory atmosphere infectious to every guest.

In front of the Main Peak's Great Hall, on the vast white jade square, guests gathered in great numbers, their elegant attire like clouds.

It was exactly the Hour of Si.

The bell tolled nine times, its sound echoing through the mountains.

Shi Qingxuan entered the scene.

She wore a Phoenix Crown adorned with pearls, emeralds, and gold ornaments; delicate tassels swayed gently from the rim of the crown with her steps, and her lowered eyelashes and slightly upturned lips were faintly visible.

She wore a bright red large-sleeved robe of heavy, draping brocade, its wide sleeves spreading like clouds, with dragons, phoenixes, and auspicious clouds embroidered in gold thread, looking noble and elegant. A ceremonial cape was draped over her shoulders, embroidered with patterns of Luan Birds and entwined branches, hanging down her sides and swaying gently as she walked.

Below, she wore a bright red Mamian Skirt with neat pleats, the front of the skirt embroidered with peonies and mandarin ducks, its hem trailing three feet behind her.

She was surrounded by a brilliant, burning red, looking grand and magnificent.

She walked gracefully from the east side of the square, with two maids behind her holding the long hem of her skirt. Every step was dignified and gentle, like a blooming red lotus slowly moving across the white jade ground.

Ling Hao entered from the west side.

His bright red wedding robe billowed in the wind, his waist cinched by the jade belt, his posture composed. His gaze crossed the square, landing on the red figure in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

On both sides of the square, the guests held their breath and watched, whispering among themselves.

"Supreme Moonshadow is indeed as young and handsome as the legends say..."

"Sect Leader Shi is simply too beautiful today..."

"A marriage between two Holy Lands—we've never encountered such a major event before!"

Upon the high platform, Supreme Elder Lu Yao and Supreme Elder Zhou Zhi were already in position. They were the Revered Masters of ceremonies for today.

After all, the two parties of this Dao Companion ceremony were not ordinary True Disciples like before, but Sect Master-level figures, and one was even a Supreme of the current age!

Supreme Elder Lu Yao wore a deep black, wide-sleeved, straight-collared long robe, paired with an ink-gray Pleated Skirt.

Her hair was tied in a high bun secured by a silver crown, with a green jade hairpin inserted diagonally, and she wore deep black upturned-toe shoes. Her temperament was solemn and elegant, like bamboo or pine.

Supreme Elder Zhou Zhi wore a moon-white, straight-collared, wide-sleeved gauze robe over a light pink Chest-high Ruqun. Her hair was in a high drifting cloud bun adorned with a white jade Silk-tree Flower Crown, with pearl chains hanging over her forehead.

She wore moon-white embroidered shoes, her temperament gentle and joyful like snow reflecting peach blossoms, her eyes full of smiles.

Seeing Ling Hao and Shi Qingxuan approach the platform from the east and west sides, the two women raised their hands simultaneously.

The bell tolled again, echoing through the mountains.