August 8th, A Joyous Wedding (8000-word mega-chapter, read it all at once)

In the world of cultivators, all pursuit immortality. People hurried through life, racing against every second, and most formalities were kept as simple as possible.

Even one as esteemed as Su Ding had nothing more after death than a three-foot grave and an ancestral tablet.

Most Daoist couples did not even have a proper wedding. Like Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi, who knew and accompanied each other, the vows sworn between the two people were everything.

Thus, in most people's eyes, a so-called wedding was unnecessary.

There was only one exception: political marriage alliances bound by interest. Both sides wished for the union of benefits to be known by everyone under heaven.

Free love was plain and quiet, while arranged marriages were grand and spectacular. It was rather ironic when one thought about it.

Beneath a magnificent wedding lay the newlyweds' unfulfilled love and their compromise with their own fates.

Strictly speaking, the union between the Song Clan and Sunset City was also a political marriage alliance. That was why they feasted grandly and announced the rise of an unbreakable offensive and defensive alliance in the Southwest.

Yet this couple's union was not entirely born of considerations of profit. They knew and loved one another, staying by each other's side through thick and thin, surpassing countless others in this world.

With that great premise, this wedding was destined to be extraordinary.

Zhuang Yuechan had originally wished to follow the example of those before her. It would have been enough for the two of them to swear vows to heaven and become Daoist companions beneath the witness of heaven and earth, for she did not want the world to think their union had been driven by personal gain.

But Song Changsheng insisted on holding this wedding.

Life was fleeting, and people