Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"How could Aunt Mu have chosen such a disrespectful man!"

Meng Yuxuan pouted, her face full of indignation, standing up for Aunt Mu.

Then, a rustling sound came from inside the hall.

A moment later, Mu Wanrou's voice, tinged with deep shyness, was barely audible:

"No—it's one thing if you don't treat people like human beings when you bully them at night, but today is such an important day, so be careful."

"Hmph! I'm furious because the dowry wasn't enough!" the man continued, still arguing indignantly.

"You know how hard my parents worked to raise me. What's wrong with asking for a bigger dowry? That old geezer in my family is a gambler and a lecher, keeping hundreds of women. He threatened me that if I didn't get that much dowry, he'd rather kill himself than let me... marry you. Sigh... My father may be a scoundrel, but no matter what, he's still my father. How can I just watch my own father die a miserable death? Can you bear to see me being unfaithful and unfilial?"

"Waaaaah~~" Mu Wanrou was instantly moved to tears, completely overwhelmed with emotion. "I'm sorry, baby, you've had such a miserable childhood. It was all my fault~~"

"It's alright, sweetie, your wedding dress is so beautiful. Come on, hold onto the table leg..."

Meng Yuxuan, who was just about to knock on the door, froze, unsure whether she should disturb her.

Xu Pingsheng frowned, the more he listened, the more something seemed amiss.

and many more!

That sound...

Why does that sound so familiar?

It sounds a bit like Xu Laowu's voice!

But how is that possible?

Xu Laowu has been a bachelor his whole life, and he even blushes when talking to a young girl. How could he possibly be the domineering live-in son-in-law in the house?

Could it be that he remained silent until the very end, and then struck and caught a big fish?

Xu Pingsheng stood there, somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Meng Yuxuan covered her flushed face with one hand and grabbed Xu Pingsheng with the other, running frantically outside.

after all.

The noise inside was just... too embarrassing!

………………

Banquet hall.

Meng Yuxuan pulled Xu Pingsheng and went straight to a corner to hide next to an inconspicuous eight-immortal table.

As soon as Xu Pingsheng sat down, he felt a refreshing yet lingering fragrance wafting towards him. He turned his head and his breath caught in his throat.

It turned out to be Meng Anran, the Grand Palace Master of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, who was extremely busy with state affairs!

She also wore a snow-white veil, the gauze hazy like moonlight shrouding the mist, barely covering her eyebrows and eyes but unable to conceal the charm that had been etched by the passage of time.

She sat down next to Xu Pingsheng, flanking him on either side with Meng Yuxuan. This divine arrangement made Xu Pingsheng inexplicably uneasy.

Even though neither woman revealed her true face, their extraordinary and refined aura was enough to attract attention.

Meng Anran, in particular, was voluptuous yet without any excess, like a meticulously carved piece of mutton fat jade.

Her shoulders were rounded and soft, and her long neck flowed down in a graceful curve, perfectly outlined by the simple white dress. Her waist was suddenly cinched, so slender that it seemed as if a gust of wind could break it, yet it slowly spread out at the hem of the dress. As she walked, the skirt swayed gently, and every step she took carried the unique swaying grace of a mature woman. She was truly a rare beauty.

Meng Yuxuan, on the other hand, is a different kind of lively and charming.

The two sisters sat down next to Xu Pingsheng, and with Xu Pingsheng's slightly weathered "old face," this contrasting combination instantly became the invisible focus of the entire room.

This attracted the attention of many guests.

after all.

Two stunningly beautiful women and a grumpy old man – who wouldn't be curious enough to take a second look?

Not long after.

Amidst the clamor, the emcee's resounding announcement pierced the air:

"The bride and groom have arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the entrance of the hall.

The bride, Mu Wanrou, wore an extremely luxurious phoenix coronet and wedding gown, with her waist cinched high, outlining her slender waist.

Her snow-white face was lightly powdered, and her jade lips were lightly touched with rouge; she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

If you didn't know her identity, you would really think she was a beautiful young woman in her early thirties!

However, some experienced people frowned slightly, their faces full of doubt.

They weren't sure if they were seeing things, but Mu Wanrou's face seemed to have a faint blush, and there was still a trace of lingering shyness in her eyes. She looked as if she had just been cherished...

All eyes immediately turned to the groom beside her, and the next second, a chorus of gasps erupted:

"Holy crap! Is that the groom?"

"A middle-aged or elderly baby? He looks at least four hundred years old!"

"His cultivation is only at the late stage of the Cave Ruins Realm? That's incredibly weak!"

Although he is indeed quite handsome, and could be considered a superior man among middle-aged and elderly people, it doesn't matter that he married Mu Wanrou!

How can this be worthy of him?

Could it be that modern beauties have unusual tastes and have started to like old men?

Many people's hearts stirred, and they secretly glanced at Xu Pingsheng and his two companions in the corner.

"Holy crap!!!"

Xu Pingsheng was equally shocked; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

Even though the groom looked much younger than he had two years ago, and his wedding attire was flashy and extravagant, he still recognized him at a glance—

That's that damn Xu Laowu!

"666...!"

Xu Pingsheng mentally went on a rampage, almost kneeling in awe of this move.

If he remembered correctly, the Pavilion Master of Tingxue Pavilion was Xu Laowu's dream lover when he was young. He never expected that more than four hundred years would pass in the blink of an eye, and he would finally get her.

Is this a banquet for a younger version of myself?

and many more!

His lips twitched slightly, as if he had eaten something disgusting.

If the fifth brother marries Mu Wanrou, then how should he address Meng Yuxuan and Meng Anran, who are of the same generation?

Should I call you uncle?

You call me Old Deng?

What's even more outrageous is that that brat, the fifth brother, didn't even inform him of his wedding, and what's more... he's marrying into the family!

He even claimed that he was a gambler and a womanizer, had hundreds of wives, and that he demanded the exorbitant dowry of one million top-grade spirit crystals and twenty sacred artifacts.

I rub!

Xu Pingsheng looked at the smug Xu Laowu and was so angry he almost vomited blood.

This brat, with a beauty in his arms and enjoying an exorbitant dowry, has somehow managed to shift all the blame onto himself?

"Hey? Old Xu, this new uncle looks just like you, they're practically identical!" Meng Yuxuan exclaimed in surprise, as if she had just discovered something amazing.

Upon hearing this, Meng Anran's heart stirred, as if she had thought of something.

Xu Pingsheng...

Xu Laowu...

And then there's that Xu Lang, the third elder of the Hehuan Sect...

Is it really such a coincidence?

Could they all be a family, a group... of men living off women?

Is it a... family that lives off women?

Meng Anran's gaze swept almost imperceptibly over Xu Pingsheng, her mind flashing back to the tender moments of the past few days, and a faint blush instantly rose on her pretty face beneath the veil.

If they all had Xu Pingsheng's resources, then living off women like this... might not be so bad.

Aunt Mu, it seems like she didn't lose out...