Early the next morning, Liu Qingyan was taken away by Wang Yuzhi.

Lu Zheng had been to Dingfeng Mountain before, so he wasn't particularly curious and didn't follow along.

Of course, since Wang Yuzhi was still busy with Hu Zhou's wedding preparations, she only spent half a day having a private chat with Liu Qingyan before diving back into the hectic preparations.

Having just arrived, Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan couldn't help much, so Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu took them around the area for a few days.

...

The three days flew by, and October 10th arrived, the day of the grand wedding.

On the wedding day, the entire Dingfeng Mountain was decked in red and festive colors, and both demons and mountain folk wore touches of red to signify joy.

Several groups of performers that had been invited were already set up with instruments in a corner of the square, beating drums and playing lively tunes, which, enhanced by spells, echoed throughout Dingfeng Mountain.

After a casual lunch at midday, just past 1 p.m., Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu were taken to different rooms for dressing and makeup, while Hu Yijun and his wife, along with Gao Xiu and his wife, greeted guests at the entrance of the main hall.

Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan were arranged early on at a table in the first row inside the main hall, just to sit as spectators for the day.

"Impressive, so many tables, it's truly lively," Lu Zheng exclaimed.

"Indeed!" Liu Qingyan nodded.

For this wedding, Dingfeng Mountain set up banquets in three locations.

Inside the main hall, there were twenty tables in the core area, reserved for familiar guests and their direct descendants and close associates.

On the square, two hundred tables were set up to entertain the general subordinates brought by the guests, visitors from nearby minor forces, and people who came to congratulate after hearing the news. Those from Dingfeng Mountain without hosting duties would join as accompanying guests.

At the foot of the mountain, there were several hundred flowing tables meant to entertain the mountain's surrounding villagers, signifying a celebration for all under heaven.

The flowing tables at the mountain's foot were managed by Dingfeng Mountain's subordinates, while a few high-level demons received guests at the two hundred tables on the square.

Hu Yijun and his family only greeted the true VIPs at the entrance to the main hall.

While Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan were chatting, they saw a cloud of azure drift down from the sky.

At the entrance of the square, the announcer's eyes flashed as he amplified his voice with demon power, making it resound far and wide.

"Master Qingyang from Xuankong Mountain has arrived!"

The azure cloud drifted over and settled near the hall on the square. As the cloud light dissipated, it revealed about ten people. The leader was actually an old Daoist with a thin face, a goatee, dressed in a blue Daoist robe and holding a duster.

"A Daoist?" Liu Qingyan asked.

"I can't tell," Lu Zheng shook his head and said.

"Greetings, Brother Hu! This old Daoist is the first to arrive, come to scrounge some wine!"

"Hahaha, thank you, Brother Qingyang. We won't go home sober today. Please come inside!"

Master Qingyang laughed heartily, then greeted Wang Yuzhi, Gao Xiu, and Wang Muran one by one before being led by a demon to his seat.

His subordinates were arranged in the square, while he himself was guided to a seat in the first row of the main hall.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan, Master Qingyang was slightly surprised, "I thought I'd be the earliest to arrive, but it seems fellow Daoists are already here."

Master Qingyang bowed slightly and said, "Qingyang from Xuankong Mountain, greetings to you both."

"Lu Zheng of White Cloud Temple, greetings, Master. This is my wife, Miss Liu." Lu Zheng stood up and said.

"White Cloud Temple? Great Jing Dynasty?" Master Qingyang's eyes flashed, "Madam Hu's family?"

Lu Zheng couldn't help but smile, "Almost, my wife is considered Madam Hu's younger sister. I taught little Zhou a few farming techniques."

"So it's Young Master Lu and Miss Liu! Brother Hu often speaks of you two, saying you're skilled in helping others and teaching profoundly. I've long admired your names!" Master Qingyang said, cupping his hands in respect.

The next moment, a light suddenly brightened Master Qingyang's eyes, and he asked, "Since Young Master Lu is here, might the drink at today's banquet be Wuliangye?"

Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan exchanged a glance, now believing that Master Qingyang indeed had a good relationship with Hu Yijun's family.

Lu Zheng nodded with a smile, "Wuliangye is quite difficult to brew, each table has only ten jun.

In modern times, spirits were one of Lu Zheng's trump cards, so it was impossible to provide them in unlimited quantities. Altogether, Lu Zheng had given Hu Yijun less than two hundred jun.

There were only a few people who could drink Wuliangye from Hu Yijun's supply!

Lu Zheng, visiting this time, took the initiative to propose using two hundred jun of wine as the main drink for the hall's banquet, which made Hu Yijun extremely happy and thankful, greatly boosting his prestige among his peers.

"That's more than enough! More than enough!" Master Qingyang, hearing each table had ten jun of wine, was satisfied and stroked his beard repeatedly, "You don't know, but that stingy Hu, last time invited me and Old Monkey, and we only got a jun of wine for the three of us!"

"Old Monkey?" Lu Zheng blinked, "Isn't it said that the Monkey Demon is best at brewing Monkey Wine?"

Master Qingyang couldn't help but curl his lips, "What Monkey Wine, just a haphazard brew with a bit of fruity aroma and spiritual qi, not as satisfying as Wuliangye."

"Alright then..."

Given his advanced Dao practice, Master Qingyang long surpassed the stage where ordinary spirit wine could enhance his cultivation. Unless it was top-tier spirit fruit or spirit wine, he'd rather enjoy something tasty for the palate.

This was also the reason why the old beggar favored Lu Zheng recently.

Here, Master Qingyang had just settled, preparing to get friendly with Lu Zheng, hoping to get more wine after the banquet.

Over there, a golden light flashed across the sky, illuminating the mountainside. As the tail light gradually faded, more than twenty figures of various sizes and genders appeared.

Master Qingyang couldn't help but slap the table, "That old monkey, bringing so many people for a feast, truly has no face!"

"Hahaha, Old Du, I just have a big family, even if you're jealous, it's no use. With such a big family, it's hard to favor some over others, so I brought them all along." A teasing voice responded, not caring who else might hear.

"Brother Hu, let my boys do some tumbling later to entertain everyone!"

"Then I won't be polite. Let's see if they can outdo your last loss of wine with those seven thousand tumbles," Hu Yijun said with a smile.

"Don't worry, my father gets dizzy easily now he's old; I'll do ten thousand this time!"

"You kid, mind your words, your father's right here!"

"Hahaha, please come in!"

Du Sheng sent over a dozen children to find tables for themselves in the square, while he brought five ladies into the main hall.

"Fake Daoist, you got here pretty quick!" Du Sheng said to Master Qingyang, then turned to Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan, "Du Sheng of Mo Lan Mountain. Greetings to you both, are you the famed Young Master Lu and Miss Liu?"

"Indeed!" Lu Zheng, holding Liu Qingyan's hand, greeted this great power of the Monkey Demon.

After exchanging pleasantries, Du Sheng sent his wife to another table, then sat at the table in the first row, chatting casually with everyone.

...

Before long, more and more guests arrived.