Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 597: Chapter 251: Danxia’s Big Wedding, Reactions from All Parties_2

“Alright, nine days from now it is!”

Luo Chen clapped his hands, “You don’t have to worry about the marriage rites, I will arrange it for you through Luo Tian Creed. All you have to do is wait for your wedding night!”

Upon hearing the phrase “wedding night”.

Feng Xia lowered her head, a visible blush spread across her neck.

The relationship between she and Duan Feng, was no longer a secret within Luo Tian Creed.

However, to not delay Duan Feng’s Foundation Establishment, they maintained propriety though they lived together.

Now that Duan Feng has finally reached Foundation Establishment, it’s time for some things to happen.

…

With Luo Chen’s order, Luo Tian Creed sprang into action.

In reality, it wasn’t too time-consuming.

Murong Qinglian led the team to the city to purchase everything needed for the marriage rites.

Sima Huiniang hung red silk ribbons on Danxia Peak, hung big red lanterns, and ordered logistical cultivators to slaughter pigs and sheep and prepare Spirit Wine.

Thanks to the efficiency of the cultivators, along with the help of so many people.

The nine days were more than enough to prepare everything.

The need for traditional marriage customs was waived due to the absence of elders. Luo Chen was simply invited to officiate.

Nine days later!

A grand and lively banquet was hosted on Danxia Peak.

This was different from Duan Feng’s previous in-house Foundation Establishment Ceremony where only the high-ranking were present.

This time, from top to bottom, all the cultivators in the gang were celebrating.

Inside the Luo Tian Grand Hall.

Luo Chen no longer sat at the head alone, instead, he mingled and drank with everyone.

The main target of everyone’s toasting was Duan Feng, and Luo Chen was secondary.

It was precisely because Luo Chen’s leadership that they were able to grow step by step, filled with hope for the future.

Taking advantage of today’s rare occasion, everyone planned to drink heavily.

Luo Chen was always ready to entertain.

Taking a breather while the crowd was busy offering drinks to Duan Feng.

The wine served today was all good wine, purchased in bulk from the Drunken Immortal Residence in Tian Lan Immortal City at a hefty price.

He didn’t deliberately try to remain sober even after drinking so much, so he felt a little tipsy.

His eyes blurred, gazing at the hall.

Gu Caiyi, like a fluttering butterfly, was moving between tables, chatting a bit here, drinking a bit there.

Xiugu and Murong Qinglian sat together, talking about raising children.

Qu Lingjun was sitting quietly in a corner with Mi Li, whose eyes were full of envy and longing as she gazed at the large “Happiness” character.

Qin Liangchen was recalling the days of The Great River District Dao Debate Platform with Min Longyu, even boasting that if he had gone up first, he could have easily beaten him.

Min Longyu just chuckled, not believing it at all.

That made Qin Liangchen anxious as he recounted how advantageous he was back then, with his top-grade robe and so on…

Sima Huiniang sat with her two brothers, drinking sip by sip.

She was usually kept too busy.

Furthermore, as the president, many times she had to show an impartial, ruthless side.

Thus, over these many years, her bonds with her brothers had faded.

Sitting together now, she and Sima Wenjie were vigorously convincing their elder brother Sima Xian to get married.

She was quite aware of the eligible bachelorettes within Luo Tian Creed.

Even if Sima Xian wasn’t interested in any of them, there were plenty of other women outside!

Now that she had a certain standing as the president of Luo Tian Creed, and her reputation was gradually improving, so were her connections.

It would certainly not be difficult to find a suitable match for her brother from among the Immortal Cultivation Clans.

Sima Xian, under the relentless persuasion of his brother and sister, had his usual calm expression turn into a shy one.

Besides these people, there were many other familiar faces.

Zhou Yuanli, Liu Qiang, Bian Zhen, Su Xiaolin, Xu Xiao Liu, Yuan Dongsheng…

Looking at each familiar face, hearing each story.

Without realizing it, Luo Chen’s intoxication deepened.

He had gathered so many people around him along the way.

Aside from his cultivation levels, this was his most precious “wealth”.

These were the witnesses on his road to immortality.

“It’s all been worth it indeed!” he murmured.

With that, he walked out of the hall.

On Danxia Peak, the bright lights and festive colours were an impressive sight, with fireworks being launched into the sky from time to time, creating a beautiful display.

Everyone was celebrating.

From The Great River District to Tian Lan Immortal City, they had been through so much.

The cultivators of Luo Tian Creed needed this kind of banquet to vent the emotions that had accumulated over the years.

But Luo Chen found a sense of familiarity in this scene.

“I recall a similar wedding banquet back when we established the Xiao Huan Mountain.”

Back then, the hosts of the banquet were Zeng Wen, who was turning over a new leaf, and Xiugu.

Today, times have changed.

Luo Tian Creed was no longer just a couple of big and small cats, but had three solid Foundation Establishment True Cultivators.

If they were still in The Great River District, they would undoubtedly be a dominant force.

And Zeng Wen was no longer around.

“In the journey of cultivation, joyous occasions like these are only temporary.”

Whilst Luo Chen enjoyed this atmosphere, he knew better than to lose himself in it.

If he wanted to see this scene again.

He had to become stronger, he must achieve immortality, only then can he continue to enjoy these sights.

For now.

Only Core Formation remains!

Bang!

A burst of fireworks exploded in the sky, filling it with a bright display of light.

From behind, came the sound of lively jeering.

Duan Feng, reeking of alcohol, was surrounded by the crowd and escorted to his Immortal Mansion.

“President, are you going to join in the revelry of the bridal chamber?”

“No, I’ll pass.”

Luo Chen smiled and waved his hand, letting the crowd go ahead.

Seeing Duan Feng in high spirits, he felt a sort of emptiness in his heart.