Wang Shouzhe had thought of this, and it seemed Liu Ruolan had too.

Her eyes darted between Wang Shouzhe and Immortal Emperor Mu Yun, and then she smiled with her eyes curved into crescents.

However, Immortal Emperor Mu Yun reacted faster. He immediately took Liu Ruolan's hand and said affectionately, "Sister Ruolan, I also brought you a gift."

As he spoke, he took out a jade bottle and introduced it with a hint of pride: "This is the 'Nourishing Beauty Osmanthus Dew Ointment,' made from the dew of our Clan's Cold Moon Immortal Osmanthus, combined with dozens of precious spiritual herbs. Just apply it once a year, and it will make your skin soft and supple, surpassing snow and frost." Liu Ruolan's attention was instantly diverted.

Her eyes lit up as she took the jade bottle and began discussing the ointment with Immortal Emperor Mu Yun.

As their conversation grew more animated, Ruolan also shared her own beauty tips and the Wang Clan's internal skincare products with Immortal Emperor Mu Yun. The two women became increasingly enthusiastic, as if they couldn't wait to try them out. Wang Shouzhe watched this scene, speechless.

Indeed, no matter the age or cultivation level, women love beauty. Once this topic is broached, they can talk endlessly, even someone as peculiar as Senior Sister Lu Wei or True Lord Yuling can't escape this rule. "I was careless."

The Demon Emperor's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt uneasy.

He had been so focused on currying favor with Wang Shouzhe that he had overlooked Liu Ruolan. But as an old man, he couldn't very well give Liu Ruolan a bunch of female products and discuss them with her, could he? That shameless Mu Yun, to win over Wang Shouzhe, would stop at nothing, even giving away the Immortal Emperor Sword, which was the ancestral sword of his Clan!

Of course, the Immortal Emperor Sword wasn't truly given to Wang Shouzhe; it was granted to him as a symbol of authority, for his personal use. Once Wang Shouzhe died or voluntarily stepped down, the Clan would reclaim the Immortal Emperor Sword. This gave the Demon Emperor a headache.

In fact, their Red Moon Shentu Clan also had a similar true sword, called the "Demon Emperor Sword." But like the Immortal Emperor Sword, it was usually granted to the "Demon Queen" as a symbol of power. If he dared to give it away, he might end up being beaten by Wang Shouzhe.

Sigh~ Gender advantage, can't compete with it.

He decided to have Zhaoyu work hard to get closer and more filial to Liu Ruolan. But if Zhaoyu could do it, couldn't Chunnan do it too? With Zhaoyu's personality, could she really handle Liu Ruolan?

While the Demon Emperor was worried and muttering to himself, the Duke's Banquet officially began.

Due to the grand scale of this Duke's Banquet and the sheer number of noble families coming to congratulate, the main residence couldn't accommodate everyone, so they had to divert the guests. Those qualified to come to the main residence to offer congratulations included the Wang Clan's in-laws, representatives from the Immortal and Demon Dynasties, and other countries, as well as some fifth-grade clans and above. The sixth and seventh-grade clans were arranged in luxury restaurants by Zhuhui Lake, where elders like Wang Dinghai and Wang Dingzu from the Wang Clan entertained them.

As for the eighth and ninth-grade clans, it was considered good enough if the Wang Clan accepted their gifts, and they were arranged in the major restaurants of Xinping Town, hosted by the Wang Clan's younger generation. Wang Shouzhe only made brief appearances at the large banquets on both sides, expressing his gratitude for everyone coming from afar to congratulate him. It was unavoidable; there were simply too many people this time, and if Wang Shouzhe were to meet them all, it would take a whole year. This grand Duke's Banquet lasted for three days before finally coming to an end. However, the guests did not disperse, as they stayed on for the upcoming wedding of Wang Fugui and Princess Chunnan of the Immortal Dynasty, as well as Princess Zhaoyu of the Demon Dynasty. It was bound to be another lively event.

Meanwhile, in the outer regions of the Demon Domain, within the Yincha Demon God's Hall, in the bedchamber.

The bedchamber, the most private place in the Demon God Hall, was rarely accessible to other demons. The originally crimson gauze in the bedchamber had been replaced with gold-red, adding a touch of grandeur and majesty. The bed was also replaced with a white jade bed inlaid with silver and gold metal patterns, looking extremely luxurious.

Clearly, after Tan Xiayang left, the bedchamber had been thoroughly cleaned, with even the furniture replaced. If not for the unchanged layout and the style of the hanging gauze, it would seem like a completely different bedchamber. At this moment.

The Yincha Demon God was reclining on a carved white jade chaise longue in the bedchamber, frowning deeply. In its hand was a report sent back by its spies.

It was this report that made her frown, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Over the years, the defenses at Immortal No. 3 Base had been fortified, making it impossible to reclaim the Demon King Fortress despite several attempts. As time passed, the human defenses became more robust, making it increasingly difficult to retake the fortress. But this wasn't the most worrying part.

What worried her most was that the humans on the Nether Fiend Demon God's territory had begun developing the Demon Domain, planting their crops, raising a large population, and even starting to build human cities.

If this continued, would the Demon Domain still belong to the demons?

In the past, when humans could only rely on supplies from the Shenwu World, it was already troublesome. If they established a foothold in the Demon Domain, grew stronger, and blocked the entrance to the Shenwu World, how could she hope to bring back the Great Demon Lord? The more she thought about it, the more the Yincha Demon God felt a headache. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to bring back the Great Demon Lord as soon as possible!

If necessary, she would seek out those individuals, even if it meant sacrificing some benefits.

However, despite her resolve, the thought of those individuals each harboring their own agendas made the Yincha Demon God feel frustrated. Without the Great Demon Lord's leadership, the major demon gods in the Demon Realm were scattered and difficult to unite. While the Yincha Demon God was troubled.

In the Eastern Gan Defense Zone of the Demon Realm, at the domain-crossing port, a woman in black, her face covered, with an unremarkable demeanor, slowly walked out of a domain-crossing flying boat.

Over the years, as Eastern Gan's development in the Demon Domain progressed, the infrastructure improved, and related laws and regulations were introduced, the economy in the Demon Realm became increasingly prosperous.

Nowadays, many people traveled between the two realms daily, making the port a bustling hub. She blended into the noisy crowd, drawing no attention.

She casually found a café, ordered a cup of coffee and some pastries, then took out a piece of obsidian from her storage ring and crushed it with a "crack."

After doing this, she sipped her coffee and leisurely ate her pastries.

Throughout the process, her actions were smooth and natural, showing no signs of abnormality, as if she had completed a trivial task. At the moment the obsidian was crushed, a barely noticeable black light shot out, disappearing into the vast Demon Realm. Some time later, in the underground vault of the Yincha Demon God's Hall.

Having made up her mind, the Yincha Demon God was checking her stock of treasures, pondering where to find an opening to persuade those individuals to form an alliance with her. Suddenly.

Her expression changed as if sensing something, and she swiftly left the underground vault.

At the same time, a semi-transparent black light hovering in the sky seemed to find its target, suddenly descending and entering her forehead. Clearly, this black light was the one released in the Eastern Gan Defense Zone. It had traversed countless obstacles to reach the Yincha Demon God. Upon receiving the information, the Yincha Demon God closed her eyes to process it.

Moments later, a smile gradually appeared on her charming face.

This information was condensed using a secret technique by "Wu Mingyan," using soul power as a carrier.

Because Wu Mingyan had a strand of her soul fused within, there was a connection between their souls, akin to a clone, allowing the information to be sent accurately to her side across great distances.

The soul power traveled extremely fast, and because this strand of soul power was low in energy and highly concealed, it was difficult to detect or intercept. Of course, this method had its limitations.

As soul power was inherently fragile, it was easily disrupted and couldn't pass through the space storms of the Boundary Rift. However, despite its flaws, it was still a powerful means of communication. The message from Wu Mingyan brought her great joy. Even the Yincha Demon God hadn't expected Wu Mingyan to progress so smoothly, having secretly used her charm techniques to control a key figure—Wang Shouzhe.

That Wang Shouzhe, though not well-known, was a crucial figure behind the scenes. Figures like Wang Yingxuan and Wang Lici, who shone brightly at Immortal No. 3 Base, and Wang Fugui, known as the "First Noble Son of the Human Race," were all under Wang Shouzhe's influence.

Moreover, Wang Shouzhe held a high position among the human elite, hosting a celebration that even the Immortal and Demon Emperors attended.

"Good, good, good... My soul fragment not only controlled Wang Shouzhe but also devised a three-hundred-year plan to bring back the Great Demon Lord. This plan seems quite reliable. Wang Shouzhe's bloodline is exceptionally strong, a rare and special life-type bloodline. If he inherits an Immortal Scripture, his future bloodline potential might surpass even the Great Demon Lord."

"The Great Demon Lord's physical body must have long perished. If he can parasitize Wang Shouzhe and return to the demon race, not only can he quickly restore his power, but he might even advance further! Three hundred years might seem long, but I've waited so many years, why would I care about a mere three hundred more?" The more the Yincha Demon God thought about it, the more excited she became, feeling that the soul fragment's plan was perfect.

Instead of painstakingly communicating with those self-serving demon gods to form an alliance, it was better to follow this plan. Once the Great Demon Lord returned, she wouldn't need to worry about those old fellows like Bone Saw and Nine Hells disobeying.

Now, the only issue was to remain patient and maintain the current situation. If chaos erupted, it would disrupt the soul fragment's plan to secretly arrange Wang Shouzhe's rescue of the Great Demon Lord.

Wait...

The Yincha Demon God suddenly remembered something.

The Nether Fiend Demon God had suffered too many losses recently and seemed to be rallying forces to reclaim lost territory. Hmph... Is it planning to become a subordinate of those mediocre gods? This won't do... To maintain the current situation and not disrupt the "Three Hundred Year Plan to Bring Back the Great Demon Lord," I must stabilize that old fellow, the Nether Fiend Demon God. If necessary, I'll endure some losses and pay a higher price.

With this thought, the Yincha Demon God couldn't sit still any longer and immediately set off for the Nether Fiend Demon God's Hall.

The changes in the outer regions of the Demon Domain were, of course, just a scheme set by Wang Shouzhe. After the Duke's Banquet, it was naturally time for Wang Fugui's wedding with the two princesses. On such a joyous occasion, the guests naturally had to bring gifts.

Compared to Wang Shouzhe's Duke's Banquet, the gifts this time were not as extravagant, but given that it was the marriage of two princesses from the two dynasties, the ceremony was still rare in the world. After the wedding banquet, the Wang Clan still received a bounty of gifts.

This filled Prince An with endless mutterings, full of envy and jealousy. The wedding banquet itself was not complicated.

Since the Immortal and Demon Dynasties were separated from the Wang Clan by a vast ocean, making the journey long, the Wang Clan, after communicating with both sides, had Wang Fugui first go to the two dynasties to complete the ceremony, bringing the two brides to Changning to stay in a hotel.

For this, the Wang Clan gifted each of them a new hotel, even renaming the hotels after their titles. These two hotels were located on the same street, facing each other across the road.

During the ceremony, Wang Fugui only needed to bring them back from the "Chunnan Hotel" and "Zhaoyu Hotel." The wedding banquet was also held with great enthusiasm, and the guests were all delighted. That night.

It was time for the much-anticipated wedding night, and the children of the family eagerly awaited the traditional pranks.

Outside the courtyard wall of Wang Fugui's expanded "Idle Residence."

Led by Wang Lilong, the prank team was huddled together, plotting something.

Now, Wang Lilong appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, full of youthful energy, and didn't need much dressing up to exude a vibrant aura.

Her flamboyant floral dress, paired with her slightly golden eyes and youthful aura, complemented each other well. However, perhaps due to her personality, there was always a lingering adolescent delusion about her.

"Fellow wedding night warriors, tonight everyone listens to me. We'll coordinate our efforts and strive for victory." With a mischievous smile, Wang Lilong pulled out the latest version of the Heavenly Recording Disk.

After generations of cracking and improvement by the Wang's Research Institute, the Heavenly Recording Disk was now much more portable and user-friendly than before.

"This!!" Wang Lixian, wearing a green fairy dress, looking about eleven or twelve years old, widened her eyes, feeling a bit guilty, "Isn't this too ruthless? Will Fugui end up with some psychological shadow?"

"Xian'er!!!" Wang Lilong wrapped an arm around Wang Lixian's shoulder, chuckling mischievously, "You're quite knowledgeable now."

"What are you talking about? I don't know anything, I haven't read those messy hand-copied books." Wang Lixian hurriedly denied.

"Don't worry, everyone." Wang Lilong, with her hands behind her back, looked confident, "Fugui is an old hand, his face is as thick as a city wall. At most, he'll just sulk, there's no way he'll have a psychological shadow. We're going to give Wang Fugui an unforgettable wedding night. Tonight~ we will win!" "We will win, we will win!" A group of little ones began chanting, "Wedding night, wedding night." "Yi yi ya~." "Chirp chirp~" "Roar roar~"

Even those who couldn't speak joined in with their chirps and roars. There was quite a crowd.

"Huh? Where's Wang Lian? Isn't she usually the most eager to join in the fun? Why is she absent tonight?" Amidst the commotion, Wang Lilong suddenly noticed someone was missing. "I think Father called her for something important."

"Then let's not worry about her, everyone stay ready and wait for my signal."

Meanwhile, inside the new room of Idle Residence.

Having learned from his grandfather's experience, Wang Fugui decided to lift the bridal veils and drink the nuptial wine with both brides simultaneously. Using a coin toss, they decided to lift Zhaoyu's red veil first, followed by drinking nuptial wine with Tan Mengyu.

Don't underestimate the coin toss method; though simple and crude, it was the ultimate solution to eliminate disputes. Otherwise, choosing who to go first would be a huge hassle for Wang Fugui.

Everyone could accept the outcome of the coin toss.

With both princesses' red veils lifted, Tan Mengyu blushed and whispered, "Fugui, I'm a bit worried." As she spoke, she glanced at the wardrobe.

"No worries, I'll handle it." Wang Fugui smiled, "I originally planned to throw them out after the nuptial wine."

As he spoke, Wang Fugui walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.

Sure enough, inside was a group of little ones squeezed together, staring wide-eyed at Wang Fugui. "Darlings, the prank time is over."

Wang Fugui cheerfully tossed each of the little ones out of the courtyard.

Then, he pulled out those hiding under the bed, in the ceiling, under the floor, and even the little ones hidden in the bedding!!!

Each little one, like a potato, was tossed out, rolling and tumbling outside the courtyard, landing neatly in a row, each one exclaiming "Ouch ouch" and "Yiya ya."

Of course, Wang Fugui was careful, using profound energy to precisely control their landing spots, avoiding dangerous areas, and even cushioning their fall to prevent injury. However, a little discomfort was inevitable.

After dealing with the little ones, Wang Fugui closed the door again and began drinking the nuptial wine with the two brides. At this time.

Wang Lilong emerged from the shadows outside the wall, grinning as she patted a chubby little boy beside her, "Heh heh heh, those little ones were just a diversion. Zongkun, it's your turn now." "Don't worry."

Wang Zongkun adjusted his sunglasses with his chubby little hand, also chuckling mischievously.

With a flicker, he transformed into a small Kun, and the space around him twisted, enveloping the little ones in a folded space, then stealthily heading towards the room.

However, as soon as they entered the courtyard of "Idle Residence," it was as if they hit an invisible space wall. In a violent spatial tremor, the little ones fell out of the folded space. Once they regained their senses, they found themselves trapped in a "space cage." Wang Lilong and the little ones tried to break through the space cage but to no avail.

Wang Lilong and the little ones tried to break through the space cage but to no avail.

"Who? Who's meddling in the dark?!!" Wang Lilong was furious, howling in anger. "Sigh~~ Yiya ya."

At this moment, a small tree shadow of Wang Zongshi appeared in the space cage, shaking its head and sighing, "Yiya yiya yo."

To prevent misunderstanding, he held up a sign on one of his branches: "Sister Lilong, Sister Lixian, give up. Fugui has entrusted me with Ancestor Panpan's protection."

"You!" Wang Lixian widened her eyes. She never expected the traitor to be this little guy.

But then she snorted coldly, pouting disdainfully, "So what if it's Wu Panpan's protection? It's not like I haven't broken it before. Let me show you what it means to be the boss among plants." As she spoke, countless branches shot out from her back, lashing at the immortal spirit energy within Ancestor Panpan's protection.

But no matter how hard Lixian tried to draw in the energy, she couldn't move it, and the space cage remained as steady as a mountain. "What's going on?" Wang Lixian was shocked, "Why can't I draw it?"

"Yiya ya~" Wang Zongshi seemed to have anticipated this, raising another sign, "Ancestor Panpan's protection has merged with my internal world space, so you can't draw my immortal spirit energy."

Wang Lixian had previously been able to control "Ancestor Panpan's protection" purely because it was in an unowned state, and the immortal spirit energy within was uncontrolled. The situation now was different.

"This is infuriating!" Wang Lilong was both embarrassed and angry, unwilling to give up, "Zongshi, you traitor! What did Fugui offer you?" "For justice."

Wang Zongshi held up the sign, his tree body seemingly radiating the light of righteousness: "Yiya yiya."

"Pah, you clearly took Ancestor Panpan's protection."

"No. Fugui promised to help me with math tutoring, aiming for first in the grade." Wang Zongshi spoke the truth.

Wang Lilong was at a loss.

After all, Wang Fugui's records in the Clan School remained unbroken to this day. For Wang Zongshi, who enrolled later, Wang Fugui was a legendary scholar, his most admired figure.

She reconsidered and said, "Zongkun, your Immortal Kun Pearl is powerful. Even if Zongshi is young, merging with Ancestor Panpan's protection shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" Wang Zongkun transformed back into a chubby, adorable little boy, grinning mischievously, "Fourth Sister, don't you think I brought you here on purpose?"

"What? You're a traitor too?" Wang Lilong and Wang Lixian were both shocked and cold, "Do you, a little slacker, want to learn math from Fugui too?"

"Of course not!!" Wang Zongkun shook his head, sighing, "Sister Jingjing and Sister Yuluo have been unhappy with each other because of me lately. Fugui told me he has a way to resolve their differences."

After a pause, Wang Zongkun glanced outside the space barrier, "If he can marry two wives at once, why shouldn't I believe him? Plus, he's already given me the first half!!!"

With that, Wang Zongkun pulled out a book, the cover reading "Scumbag Handbook," with a subtitle: "How to Balance and Manage Time When Dating Multiple Women." Wang Zongkun caressed the book as if it were a sacred text, his expression turning holy.

"Pah! Scumbag."

Wang Lilong and Wang Lixian cursed in unison.

"I don't understand what you're cursing about." Wang Zongkun said nonchalantly, "But tonight, we'll stay here, and no one leaves."

As they spoke, the lights in Fugui's room went out.

Meanwhile.

In Shouzhe's Small Courtyard, finally quiet after the hustle and bustle, Wang Shouzhe half-lay in a grandmaster's chair, enjoying some snacks and immortal brew, sipping leisurely.

Not far away, Wang Lijuan lay on a specially made desk, diligently writing a thick stack of homework by the light of a night lamp.

However, upon closer inspection, her posture was quite awkward; a ring was fastened around her neck, with the other end tied to a beam, so if she lowered her head slightly, it would choke her.

Father said this was called "hanging by the neck."

Actually, this ring was supposed to be tied to her hair, but as a turtle, she had no hair on her bald head, so it had to be tied around her neck. Behind her, a chair full of nails awaited, ready to prick her if she dared to sit down.

Wang Lijuan, the whole turtle, could only hang in mid-air, her posture unbearably uncomfortable. "Boo hoo hoo!"

Wang Lijuan cried as she wrote her homework, tears of regret streaming down her face. She regretted her past actions deeply.

Had she known it would come to this, she would never have stolen Father's jade pendant for a little food.

Wang Shouzhe watched Wang Lijuan cry while diligently writing, no, doing her homework, and smiled with the kindness of a father. The child had grown, regretting her past laziness and knowing the importance of hard work, which comforted him greatly.

Wang Shouzhe took another sip of his drink, feeling a sense of peace and satisfaction.

Many external threats had been temporarily resolved, and even the situation in the outer regions had been stabilized with a little trickery. Now, he just needed to focus on development, making the family stronger and stronger. Of course, his desire for a stronger family wasn't to dominate the world, but simply to ensure his family and children lived peaceful and happy lives.

For years, he had meticulously planned and worked tirelessly, all to ensure these children could grow up without fear, enjoying a carefree childhood.

Seeing the family living lively and bustling lives, even with some noise and minor troubles, it was still a form of stability and happiness. With this thought, Wang Shouzhe once again pulled out his long-unupdated self-made system to check the reputation section.

Based on his calculations, he carefully adjusted and finally confirmed the current reputation value of the Changning Wang's Clan.

The "Commandery Reputation" section was full, with a value of 100, achieving the "Covering the Sky with One Hand" achievement.

The "National Reputation" was also at a full value of 100, similarly "Covering the Sky with One Hand." Heh, even Prince An couldn't find fault with that. Above "National Reputation" was "World Reputation," referring to global reputation. After careful consideration, Wang Shouzhe gave it a score of 79.

After this Duke's Banquet and wedding banquet, the Wang Clan's fame had soared, making it a "prestigious family." As for anything above 79, that would be world-shaking, and Wang Shouzhe thought it best to remain low-key. The journey had been challenging, and Wang Shouzhe couldn't help but feel satisfied, raising his glass in celebration.

As the immortal brew took effect, in his slightly tipsy state, he saw Liu Ruolan floating over in a ninth-grade Heavenly Silkworm silk nightgown, her voice sweetly saying, "Husband, it's getting late, time to rest."

Huh? This outfit looked familiar, uh... it seemed to be the same style Immortal Emperor Mu Yun wore last time at the restaurant.

Wang Shouzhe suddenly sobered up, puzzled, "Wife, did you drink too much at Fugui's wedding today?"

"You drank too much!" Liu Ruolan raised an eyebrow, annoyed, "I'm dressed like this, and you don't even take a second look?"

"Uh... Wife, we've been married for a long time, can we be serious?" Wang Shouzhe said helplessly."Old married couple? Ah ah..." Liu Ruolan sneered repeatedly, "Mu Yun looks quite fresh in this outfit... Care to explain to me what was going on with your secret meeting with Mu Yu at the hotel the other day?"

Wang Shouzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Damn you, Wang Baoguang, didn't you promise to keep your mouth shut?

"Wang Shouzhe, it seems I've been negligent as your wife!!!" Liu Ruolan grabbed Wang Shouzhe and started to leave, "Since we've dealt with all the miscellaneous issues recently, I'll accompany you in the personal space for a honeymoon, and make sure you're well-fed so you won't lose control at the scent of fish." A, a month?

Wang Shouzhe broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively wanted to run.

However, how could Liu Ruolan let him have his way? In no time, he was dragged into the personal space.

In the room, only Wang Shouzhe's frustrated roar was left: "Wang Baoguang, you brat, just you wait!" "Achoo, achoo~"

In the main residence banquet hall, Wang Baoguang was drinking through the night with a group of younger brothers, cleaning up the aftermath of the feast, when he suddenly sneezed several times in a row.

"Baoguang, it seems like someone is calling your name?" A nearby brother, who was drunk and dazed, lifted his head and said, "It sounds like they're a bit angry." "Bang"

Wang Baoguang slammed the wine jug on the table and said drunkenly, "Don't mind those details. Brother Baocheng, don't think about sneaking away, keep drinking, keep playing finger-guessing games, whoever throws up first has to wear women's clothes."

As clan members, they were busy helping out during the banquet and didn't have time to eat. Only now did they finally have a moment to gather and eat and drink together.

With the grand wedding, they were happy and unknowingly got quite drunk.

Hearing Wang Baoguang's words, a brother who couldn't hold his liquor turned pale: "Baoguang, do we really have to go that far? If this gets out, I won't even be able to get a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, we're all brothers here, who would spread it around?" Wang Baoguang swept his gaze across the room, "Would anyone say anything?" "No, no, it's just us brothers playing, how could it get out? Baoguang, you wouldn't spill the beans after drinking too much, right?"

"Bah, what do you take me for?" Wang Baoguang pounded his chest with a "bang bang," full of pride, "Who am I? I'm the famous 'tight-lipped Wang Baoguang.' Unless I'm offered way too much, I wouldn't spill a word even if you beat me to death." "Baoguang, you're awesome!"

The brothers raised their glasses, pounding the table, and started to cheer.

"Achoo, achoo~~ Something's off today, who's cursing me behind my back? They better hope I, Wang Baoguang, don't find out!!"