Chapter One: I Am Getting Married!

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In the Divine Land of the Eastern Continent, atop Mount Tianmu, at the Tianxuan Sect.

It was nearing noon, with the radiant sun blazing in the sky, its light and heat pouring forth unrestrained, shrouding the mist-wreathed, ethereal Mount Tianmu in a brilliant, multicolored halo. Upon the eighteen main peaks of the mountain, immortal herbs and jade trees breathed in and exhaled spiritual energy, rendering this sacred haven of the immortals even more divine.

From afar, a horse’s neigh pierced the air. Four steeds, pure as driven snow with crimson hooves, pulled a luxurious carriage swiftly toward Mount Tianmu. Soaring ahead, three immortals garbed in white—dignified and otherworldly—led the way on clouds, while twelve more, draped in blue robes, flanked the procession as escort. The display of grandeur was truly unparalleled.

Those familiar with the Tianxuan Sect understood well the significance. Only elders of the Tianxuan Sect wore white. Of the sect’s eighteen peaks, the Sect Master alone resided on Tianlu Peak, the Deputy Sect Master on Fairy Peak, and the Grand Elder and the Sutra Pavilion on Tianxuan Peak; the remaining fifteen peaks were each overseen by an elder. Each of these fifteen peak lords had reached the rank of True Immortal, the sect’s foremost strength and foundation.

As for those in blue, only core disciples were permitted such attire, their cultivation at least at the Earth Immortal level. The sect boasted only about a hundred Earth Immortals—though not as rare or powerful as True Immortals, they were revered as honored guests by mortal kingdoms and represented the sect’s future potential.

The four Sunset Divine Steeds were no ordinary beasts; half-divine, at the Earth Immortal level themselves, even the most prestigious sects would struggle to present four such creatures at once. Yet this middle-tier sect, the Tianxuan Sect, had mustered four to pull a single carriage—clearly, they spared no expense for the one inside.

Such an ostentatious display—there could be no doubt that the carriage’s occupant was extraordinary!

Of course, it could not be the Sect Master or Deputy Sect Master themselves; neither could command three peak lords to escort their carriage, nor could it be the legendary Grand Elder, reputed to have attained the Celestial Immortal realm—he had long since seen through the vanities of the world and, if he ever appeared, did so with the utmost humility. Moreover, rumor had it that he was in seclusion and would not emerge.

Wandering cultivators and idle immortals, witnessing this spectacle, were all astonished, speculating quietly about the identity of the passenger.

The celestial steeds soon reached the base of Mount Tianmu. The mountain’s great protection array parted in a swirl of mist, and the three elders, smiling, led the celestial steeds through the main gate.

At that moment, before the sect’s entrance, two white-robed elders—a handsome man and a beautiful woman, both bearing swords—stood welcomingly at the gate, their faces adorned with warm smiles. Behind them stood several blue-robed immortals, ready to receive the guest.

As the celestial carriage approached, the male elder at the gate transmitted a message to those behind him: “They’re here! Prepare to welcome the groom!”

Looking further, the entire Mount Tianmu was festooned with lanterns and banners, great red ‘Joy’ characters woven from spiritual energy floating in the air. The fairy maidens of each peak, for once forsaking their usual attire, donned splendid mortal dresses and danced upon clouds thick with spiritual energy. Their peerless beauty and the festive scene made for a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

This was a grand, world-shaking wedding!

As the carriage halted at the gate, eight beams of light flashed, and eight figures appeared. At their head stood a bride in a vermilion wedding gown, her face veiled in silken red. Behind her, seven white-robed elders of varying ages and appearances all smiled welcomingly at the carriage.

A wedding where the bride came to fetch the groom—a most unusual reversal!

“Strike up the music! Welcome the groom!” At the command of the female elder at the gate, dozens of immortal musicians began to play. The joyful celestial melodies stirred the hearts of all disciples and guests present. Since flying was forbidden within the sect grounds, tens of thousands of green-robed disciples filled the slopes of Mount Tianmu, their gazes fixed eagerly on the scene, each hoping to glimpse the “beautiful countenance” of the groom about to join the Tianxuan Sect.

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As the celestial steeds touched down, the three elders of the Tianxuan Sect quickly led them away, while two of the twelve blue-robed core disciples leapt onto the carriage, ready to draw aside the curtain and help the groom disembark.

The bride seemed to sigh softly, then stepped forward gracefully, nodded to the two disciples, and one of them lifted the curtain. There, in full view of all, appeared a face that was handsome yet thoroughly bewildered.

Mo Bufan could not help but be utterly confused—what transmigrator could have anticipated such a scenario?

Indeed, Mo Bufan was the groom—a man who had died from overwork and found himself reborn in this ancient, immortal land of legend.

He had only just finished assimilating the memories of his new host, yet before he could adjust to his new body, he was struck by a piece of news so immense that it left him in shock: “I’m actually being married off?!”

Ignoring the bride waiting before him, Mo Bufan desperately tried to recall how this all came to pass.

Like most transmigrators, the original owner of this body was also named Mo Bufan, and, as with so many others, he was the only son of a minor clan chief—a “good-for-nothing” in everyone’s eyes. Yet, unlike others, this “waste” secretly knew he was exceptionally gifted; his only problem was a body like a sieve, unable to retain spiritual energy or the essence of heaven and earth.

In short, still a “waste” in the eyes of others!

Yet he was ambitious, vowing to amaze the world and soar to the heavens, to silence all who looked down upon him. Every day, he trained relentlessly in pursuit of a breakthrough.

Mo Bufan’s father doted on his son, going so far as to offend the clan for his sake, seeking every possible opportunity for him. He even forcibly took another disciple’s spot in the Tianxuan Sect’s entrance trial, just so his son could have a chance.

Both father and son believed that perhaps this young master’s body merely had a hidden ailment blocking his talent, and that a Tianxuan Sect expert might diagnose and cure him, allowing him to finally soar.

But neither expected that, after examination by an Earth Immortal of the sect, it would be discovered that Mo Bufan did indeed possess a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years constitution—not a prodigy’s, however, but the Body of Nine Suns.

The so-called Body of Nine Suns didn’t mean this young master was extraordinary, but rather that his offspring might be. His child could reach heights so great as to pierce the heavens and become an Immortal Emperor for the ages.

This legend of the Body of Nine Suns was spread by the last supreme Immortal Emperor of this world, the Dustless Immortal Emperor. Before his death, he attributed his achievements to his father—a man scorned by all, dismissed as a useless “waste” with a remarkable constitution who, together with his mother, had given birth to him, an unrivaled genius.

His father’s constitution was precisely the Body of Nine Suns—a physique with the potential to produce a future emperor.

No one dared doubt the words of an Immortal Emperor; they were revered as absolute truth and became deeply ingrained in the hearts of all cultivators, undiminished even after a hundred thousand years.

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Mo Bufan, by some twist of fate, was found to have a constitution that perfectly matched the Immortal Emperor’s maxim.

The Tianxuan Sect immediately recognized their fortune. They required the father and son to keep the matter secret, then hurried back to the sect to deliberate how best to “borrow” this seed of the Body of Nine Suns, so that his offspring might bring glory to the Tianxuan Sect.

Countless rounds of debate ensued, and considering the uncertainties in the emperor’s maxim, the elders finally decided that the mother of the offspring must be exceptional in every way—the higher her cultivation and talent, the better, and beauty would be a welcome bonus.

By these criteria, only one candidate could fulfill the role: Song Yuxuan, the Deputy Sect Master, head of Fairy Peak, whose talent even surpassed the Sect Master and who was hailed as the sect’s greatest hope for the future.

Song Yuxuan, a True Immortal who had entrusted her life to the sect, agreed without hesitation.

Negotiations followed. When several True Immortal elders visited the Mo family and presented their intentions, Mo’s father immediately saw it as a heaven-sent opportunity, a chance for the Mo family to rise to prominence. For his son, it was an undeniable benefit—even if he had to marry out, so be it. After all, passing the sect’s entrance meant leaving home anyway—the difference between marrying and being accepted as a disciple was only in name. He agreed at once.

But Young Master Mo suffered a blow to his pride. He was an ambitious man, a would-be genius ready to soar, and how could he bear to marry into another family as a son-in-law? Yet, being a filial son, remembering all his father had done for him, he did not go against his wishes and reluctantly agreed.

Sensing his son’s unhappiness, the father decided that marrying off his son could not be done so simply—he must ensure his son’s happiness. He demanded a trove of elixirs and cultivation techniques, which the Tianxuan Sect agreed to without hesitation. He then made an even bolder request: the sect must marry his son with all due ceremony and splendor.

This, he reasoned, would not only secure his son’s status but also amuse him—a grand wedding known throughout the land, his son marrying into a prestigious sect as the consort of its illustrious Deputy Sect Master. Surely, he would be happy.

He was wrong. His son cared deeply about appearances and his pride. Though he agreed outwardly, he struggled inwardly. When his father, eyes brimming with tears, sent him off, he began to feel dazed. Upon arrival at the Tianxuan Sect, seeing half the cultivators of the Eastern Continent gathering to witness his “humiliation,” his pride was wounded beyond repair, and in a fit of anger, he died on the spot.

His joyful father, in the end, had happily sent his son to his death.

And so Mo Bufan arrived. The Deputy Sect Master reached out to him, and he was about to be formally married into the Tianxuan Sect, leaving him utterly bewildered.

To see such an illustrious immortal sect go to such lengths to marry him in, there was no mistaking the scent of conspiracy in the air.