Hanging there! Inside, representing two visiting disciples, I, a man from Longhu Mountain's Bingjia Sect, dared not be negligent, offering greetings and salutations, though my heart was filled with suspicion. I never expected the Xuantian Sect to have such influence as to invite people from all walks of life. It seems my future attitude must be even more careful.

The people from all walks of life possessed formidable strength, and furthermore, they controlled the Great Reincarnation Disk—the fundamental means for cultivators across the world to advance their cultivation. Their position was unshakeable. As for the visiting sects, it was common for their standing to fluctuate with the rise and fall of power.

Feng Zikang nodded slightly, being exceedingly polite, as if making a special effort to win favor.

Though these people might lack strength, they would surely be of some use on the Lizhou battlefield. Cultivating a good relationship with them couldn't hurt.

Seeing his amiability, the disciples were flattered beyond measure, and after a brief exchange, they appeared quite familiar with him.

“May I ask which family’s daughter the Young Sect Master is marrying today?” Feng Zikang asked with a smile as the bride and groom slowly entered.

Xuan Ye quickly replied, “This is Miss Su from the Su family, a cultivation family in Yizhou City. The wedding was originally set for a year or two from now, but this Miss Su was indisposed, delaying it until this year. For Daoist Friend Feng to grace us with his presence today is truly a stroke of great fortune…”

“Oh?”

Feng Zikang glanced at the bride and suddenly felt a sense of profound familiarity. Thinking for a moment, he understood instantly, the corners of his mouth curving up into a mysterious, unfathomable smile.

“It’s her? Then there’s quite a show to see here at the Xuantian Sect today!”

Feng Zikang secretly chuckled to himself. It turned out the bride was Su Huijuan, an outer disciple of his own Bingjia Sect from Longhu Mountain.

This bride had once received his teachings and avoided this forced marriage she deeply dreaded. He had assumed the matter was settled long ago, but for it to drag on until today, requiring him to witness it personally, was certainly a strange occurrence.

Every drink and peck, perhaps predestined.

Feng Zikang smiled faintly, saying nothing, content to watch how things would unfold.

The bride was listless, moving forward slowly under the guidance of the matchmaker, while the groom beamed, responding to the well-wishes of the crowd.

There were nearly several hundred people present today, with dozens of banquet tables set up on the Xuantian Sect mountain.

The scene was grand; perhaps no one present, save for Feng Zikang, knew what was about to happen.

“Groom and Bride pay respects to Heaven and Earth!”

As the master of ceremonies boomed the announcement, the groom led the bride to the platform. The bride stumbled, nearly falling.

Feng Zikang’s brow furrowed slightly. His Wuxiang Heavenly Demon incarnation sensed someone rapidly approaching from afar. He smiled faintly and took another sip of wine.

“First bow to Heaven and Earth!”

The master of ceremonies shouted loudly. The groom obediently knelt, but the bride remained motionless, like a statue carved from clay.

“Kneel!”

The matchmaker whispered urgently in the bride’s ear, afraid she hadn't heard due to nervousness.

But the bride still did not move.

At this point, the entire hall fell silent.

The bride refusing to kneel during the crucial ritual clearly implied a reason, but since it was their private affair, no one dared ask further, leaving everyone somewhat awkward.

“Kneel! Did you hear me! You wretch!”

The groom also grew anxious. He softly called out to the bride, but the hall was dead silent. Although his voice was low, the cultivators present had sharp hearing, and everyone heard it clearly.

The assembled guests were even more embarrassed. They were all supposedly disciples of reputable, orthodox sects, men of face.

The bride remained proudly still.

Now the groom was truly enraged. He jumped up and kicked out at the hollow of the bride’s knee, “Wretch! You refuse a toast only to drink the forfeit! I told you to kneel, did you hear me?”

The bride cried out tragically and collapsed to the ground. Her red veil floated away, revealing a face of desolate, heart-wrenching beauty.

It was indeed Su Huijuan, the outer disciple of the Longhu Mountain Bingjia Sect, but seemingly no one knew her identity. Even if they did, an outer disciple meant little; the Longhu Mountain Bingjia Sect wouldn't intervene for her. At most, the Xuan father and son might temper their harshness and leave.

Her expression was dull, her eyes vacant, like a mere puppet.

“Just as expected,”

Feng Zikang smiled slightly. Su Huijuan’s current state was exactly as he had predicted. She had indeed chosen this path. However, the male lead of this event had yet to arrive. He was taking too long.

Just as he thought this, a loud shout echoed from outside the wedding hall.

“Xuan Ye! Xuan Shaoyuan! You two scoundrels! What kind of heroes are you, beating women? If you have the guts, come out and fight me!”

The voice was shrill and vicious, sounding eerie and sinister.

On his day of great celebration, being dared to fight at his doorstep, Xuan Ye’s aged face simply couldn't maintain its composure. He slammed the table, offered a brief apology to the guests, and rushed out with his son.

“What rubbish dares to cause trouble at my Xuantian Sect?”

Su Huijuan, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled, was dragged out along with them. Feng Zikang elegantly walked out and looked up at the sky.

There stood a pale youth in a black robe, disheveled, hanging silently amidst the clouds. His eyes were filled with bitter, venomous hatred. A strange symbol was drawn on his forehead in vermilion ink.

“…Grown quite well, haven’t you…”

Feng Zikang smiled faintly, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Who are you!” Xuan Shaoyuan roared. “On the day of my joyous wedding, not only does my wife disobey me, but someone comes here to cause a disturbance! How could this not fill me with rage?”

“Xuan Shaoyuan, you truly don’t recognize me anymore?”

The man in the clouds let out a desolate, loud laugh. “You destroyed my entire family, turned me into a cripple, subjected me to endless humiliation, and stole my wife. After doing all that, you don’t recognize me?”

Xuan Shaoyuan was startled, his face draining of color. “You, you are… Fang Tian!”

The man in the clouds erupted in a heartbreaking, piercing laugh. “Yes, I am Fang Tian! It is I, Fang Tian, crawling back from hell for revenge!”

Xuan Shaoyuan staggered back several steps as if struck by lightning, his face turning extremely ugly.

Su Huijuan suddenly lifted her head, gazing blankly at the man in the sky. “Xiao Tian, Tian…”

She mumbled the name, appearing utterly senseless.

Fang Tian ignored her, merely glaring viciously at Xuan Ye and Xuan Shaoyuan.

“Hey, who is this guy? Why is he crashing the wedding?” Some guests, unfamiliar with the situation, inquired amongst themselves. Those who knew the details naturally described it at length, showing off their breadth of knowledge.

This Fang Tian was also the descendant of a cultivation family in Yizhou City, childhood sweethearts and engaged to Su Huijuan, the bride today.

“Oh my! Then the Xuantian Sect isn’t snatching a bride?”

“Pah, don’t talk nonsense.”

After all, this was Xuantian Sect territory, and those gossiping were fearful. They quickly lowered their voices. Feng Zikang, possessing keen senses, heard everything clearly.

Fang Tian was originally a cultivation prodigy. In his early twenties, he had reached the mid-stage of Qi Introduction, an astonishing achievement among rogue cultivators.

There was even a possibility he could break through to the Foundation Establishment stage within his lifetime and officially become a recognized cultivator.

Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, not only did his cultivation cease to improve from a certain day onward, but it declined daily until he was reduced to only the first layer of the Qi Introduction stage.

Even his own Fang family treated him as trash.

At that time, the Su family proposed canceling the engagement and marrying their daughter to Xuan Shaoyuan, the Young Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect. Fang Tian initially refused, but since he had become useless, he did not want to drag Su Huijuan down, so he reluctantly agreed and wrote the document dissolving the engagement.

Unexpectedly, Su Huijuan, a woman valuing loyalty deeply, actually ran away from home.

Xuan Shaoyuan, unable to find his bride, grew furious and vented all his resentment onto Fang Tian. Not only did he slaughter Fang Tian’s entire family, but he also subjected him to countless tortures. It was revealed that the person who crippled him was someone close to Xuan Shaoyuan!

Fang Tian, consumed by rage, tried to fight back but was thrown off a cliff.

Who knows what fortuitous encounter he had today that allowed him to return for vengeance!

“Fang Tian! Your grievances with the Xuantian Sect are one matter, but my Su family never offended you. Why tarnish my daughter’s reputation?”

At this moment, another old man stepped forward to shout in anger. This was Su Huijuan’s father. Although he was unwilling for his daughter to marry into the Xuantian Sect, the die was cast now. Fang Tian had turned into such a monstrous figure, and the engagement dissolution documents had long been signed; there was truly no connection left.

“Hmph!”

Fang Tian snorted coldly, his tone biting. “Birds of a feather flock together, supporting a tiger. Su Zhonghe! You think you can escape?”

He directly called out Su Huijuan’s father by name in public, cursing him without any reserve, clearly showing no respect whatsoever. Su Zhonghe was furious, wishing he could slap the young brat twice, but seeing the solemn expressions of the Xuan father and son, he knew that Fang Tian’s current cultivation level was no small matter. On the Xuantian Sect’s turf today, it wasn't worth inviting trouble upon himself. He snorted coldly and said no more.

“An unwelcome visitor means ill intentions!” Xuan Ye’s face shifted slightly, and he said in a deep voice, “Young man, make your purpose clear. Why have you come to my Xuantian Sect today? If you are sensible, leave quickly. Considering the great joy today, I might spare your life. If not, this old man will have to taste blood!”

“Hahahaha!”

Fang Tian burst into another fit of wild laughter. “Taste blood? How amusing. I did not come here today intending to spare a single person in the Xuantian Sect. I tell you, today, anyone belonging to the Xuantian Sect, including the Su family—not even a chicken will escape!”

“Everyone else, if you don’t wish to die, get out quickly!”

“Friend, you have gone too far!” Another visiting disciple, seated similarly to Feng Zikang at the head table, changed his expression. He had a decent relationship with the Xuantian Sect. Moreover, Fang Tian’s arrogant words clearly showed he held him in no regard. Being young and spirited, how could he tolerate this? He flew into the air, intending to seize Fang Tian and display the prowess of the visiting sects.

He unleashed several sword lights, which were indeed dazzlingly beautiful, intending to bind and capture Fang Tian.

“Seeking death!”

Fang Tian coldly snorted, and suddenly spat out a stream of emerald green flames from his mouth. The fire ignited anything it touched. The visiting disciple couldn't evade it in time; his body was scorched by the green fire, and before he could even let out a final scream, he instantly turned to ashes!

The countless swords flying in the air clattered down. Except for Feng Zikang, everyone present was stunned speechless!

This rogue cultivator possessed such terrifying power?