Chapter 269 The Blind Martial Uncle Was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew (47)
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"No, next month? Feng Ciye, are you in such a hurry? How am I supposed to prepare in a month?!" Liu Zhixu shouted incredulously.
Feng Ciye looked at him with puzzlement, "Is it that difficult? Uncle Liu, you are only responsible for hosting the banquet and entertaining the guests. As for the rest, I will have someone else do it."
"Oh, that's alright, but is the person you found reliable?"
"Don't worry, they wouldn't dare to be unreliable."
Liu Zhixu: The way you're talking makes you sound like a villain.
"Alright, alright, stop loitering in front of me. I'll take care of this. You two can handle the rest." Liu Zhixu started to shoo them away. After all, having someone like Feng Ciye standing in front of him was really annoying.
Feng Ciye was eager to leave, and upon hearing this, he readily took Yu Sheng and ran away.
The two secretly concealed themselves and ran to the Weapon Sect.
Yu Sheng hadn't forgotten that the mission in this world wasn't finished yet!
If this is delayed any longer, the people from the Weapon Sect might actually start preparing to bombard the cultivation world.
Originally, Yu Sheng didn't want to bring Feng Ciye along, but the man couldn't leave his wife and shamelessly came along, so Yu Sheng let him go.
As for how to stop the Weapon Sect, 888 has a good idea.
"Should I go to the system shop and buy an item to make those transmigrators' research data and knowledge disappear, or if all else fails, just kill them?"
Yu Sheng still chose the former.
We can't really kill them all, can we? But they are indeed very dangerous. However, it would be much easier to make the research data and knowledge about missiles disappear.
Under 888's manipulation, the transmigrators from the Weapon Sect suddenly found their memories of the modern world becoming increasingly hazy, especially those related to experiments. This caused them some panic.
What alarmed them even more was that the research data they had recorded over the years had vanished into thin air.
Why is that? Is it because the laws of Heaven do not allow things that are beyond the scope of this world to exist?
With this in mind, the members of the Weapon Sect understood a lot.
Even though I've figured it out, I still can't help feeling a little disappointed.
That night, everyone in the Weapon Sect suffered from insomnia.
For Yu Sheng, all of this was a relief.
I finally finished the task. I was so focused on catching a husband that I almost forgot about it, but thankfully I still made it in time.
The one-month deadline arrived quickly.
The day before the Dao Couple Ceremony, Feng Ciye unusually didn't cling to Yu Sheng. He got up early to try on his wedding clothes, while Steward Zhen, sporting a black eye, silently stared at Yu Chun.
Their esteemed ruler truly possesses a kind of beauty that disregards the lives of his subordinates.
In order to finish these three wedding outfits, the weapon refiner worked almost non-stop, and couldn't help but feel resentful.
And he was the one who took the anger out on.
Otherwise, where did the bruises on his face come from? He couldn't have fallen and hurt himself, could he?
Yu Chun smiled expressionlessly.
Oh well, as long as he's happy, that's all that matters. Although the Venerable One is a bit picky, a bit love-struck, and has a bit of a green tea b*tch, he won't easily make empty promises!
A high salary and good benefits have no downsides other than potentially affecting intelligence and mood.
She's so much better than her heartless boss in modern times, who only knew how to make empty promises and issue worthless checks. Compared to that, Feng Ciye is simply the best.
She would call Feng Ciye "Boss of the Year".
"That's good, but it's a pity that you can only wear one set tomorrow."
Manager Zhen gave a forced, insincere smile.
You know you'll only be wearing one outfit tomorrow, right?
So you're making so many wedding dresses just because you're bored?
"Which one is better? Never mind, we'll see which one Sheng Sheng likes later," Feng Ciye muttered to himself before heading out to supervise the construction.
He insisted that Feng Ciye and Yu Sheng's Daoist couple ceremony be the most lively and grandest.
This is probably the umpteenth time Liu Zhixu has complained.
He remembered that Feng Ciye, that wretched thing, was just a pitiful little guy whose master had passed away, right?
Where did he get so much money to pull this stunt?!
While others were showering each other with sweetness at their Daoist couples' ceremonies, he was planning to shower them with spirit stones, and top-grade spirit stones at that.
He felt that the Sword Sect's mountain gate was not magnificent enough, so he had it demolished and replaced with a mountain gate surrounded by gilded auspicious clouds. Even the toilets used by the Sword Sect's disciples below the Foundation Establishment stage were beyond the reach of others.
In short, at first glance, it can be summed up in one word: "luxurious"!
No wonder that wretched thing said he only needed to preside over the Dao Couple Ceremony and entertain guests; it's highly likely that Feng Ciye looked down on the Sword Sect he had set up.
Most of the members of their Sword Sect are sword cultivators. Since sword cultivators need to nurture their swords, they spend most of their spirit stones on their natal spirit swords.
Therefore, the Sword Sect is the poorest of the ten major sects.
This is why, back in the Celestial Realm, their own disciples were able to dig up all the floor tiles in the immortal's cave.
After all, they are genuinely poor.
But among their poverty was a hidden tycoon.
Some disciples are even considering going to the toilet to pry up the floor tiles after their senior brother and senior master's Daoist couple ceremony is over.
"Senior Brother Feng, I wish you and Junior Uncle a long and happy life together!"
Feng Ciye was stunned for a moment, then his smile gradually widened, and he threw a bag of spirit stones to the disciple.
"Oh—thank you, Auntie!"
What...what is that?
Just as Feng Ciye was about to ask a question, the disciple skipped away happily.
Some clever disciples, seeing this, rolled their eyes and approached Feng Ciye with smiles, saying nice things and enjoying the pleasure of being stunned by Feng Ciye's bag of spirit stones.
This isn't some kind of love-obsessed genius; this is clearly their cash cow!
If anyone dares to say that their senior brother Feng is love-struck, they will be the first to disagree!
Yu Sheng pulled Feng Ciye, who was throwing money around, out of the encirclement of his disciples.
"Sheng Sheng, what's wrong?"
Yu Sheng looked speechlessly at Feng Ciye, who was excitedly throwing money around like crazy, his face flushed red. "My great philanthropist Feng, have you chosen your wedding dress for tomorrow?"
"No, we'll let Sheng Sheng choose. We'll wear whichever outfit she likes, and save the others for later."
As for when they will wear them in the future, only the two of them know.
Manager Zhen and Yu Chun exchanged a glance and then slipped away without prior arrangement.
As their master's most loyal subordinates, it was best for them not to be third wheels at times like this, otherwise they believed that someone would indiscriminately attack anyone who disturbed his and his wife's time together.
They still have some self-awareness.
Feng Ciye watched the two slip away with satisfaction, thinking about giving them a raise later.
The two walked hand in hand within the Sword Sect, a scene that drew envy from many.
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