Grand Wedding and the Sun Family Blocking the Road Again

The Zhang Zhen whose wounds had been bandaged stood far away, his face pale with terror as he watched Zhao Ping'an leave.

As for the remaining three guards and that Old Liu, they had completely kicked the bucket by now.

Walking on the road home, Zhao Ping'an felt that his idea of hiding his cultivation was a bit too ridiculous.

As the saying goes, literature is for the poor and martial arts are for the rich. Not only did his martial arts require a large amount of spiritual herbs and elixirs, but also a massive food supply to maximize his [Deduction Points]. Hiding his cultivation was simply asking for trouble.

"It seems I have to leave this place. It's too poor..."

"However, before I leave, I need to leave some foundation for Master, Mistress, and my senior and junior siblings. I wonder if the Sun Family will disappoint me?"

After returning and putting his weapon under the bed, and changing into a set of new clothes, Zhao Ping'an arrived at Senior Disciple Brother's small courtyard again before it was completely dark.

He was just lying on the roof.

Most of the people in the courtyard had already left. Only a few people wearing the inner disciple robes of the Blazing Blade Sect remained, tidying up the scattered items under the command of Senior Disciple Brother and Third Senior Brother.

Second Senior Disciple Brother and Third Senior Sister were no longer guarding the gate. They were sitting on two chairs, drinking tea. They were too tired from standing all day.

"Where did Little Junior Brother go? Everyone's gone, and I haven't seen him? Old Second, did you see him leave?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Old Second! I'm your Second Senior Disciple Brother!!!"

"Tch, if you have the guts, beat me. If you win, I'll call you Second Senior Disciple Brother!"

"You! ... A good man doesn't fight with a woman. I didn't see him!"

"What are you two arguing about again? You still have the energy to argue, so hurry up and help. The food will be delivered soon!"

Senior Disciple Brother called out, looking at the two arguing.

"Food? Where's the food?"

Zhao Ping'an's head suddenly popped out from behind the eaves of the roof, his eyes shining as he asked.

"Zhao Ping'an! You little brat, hiding on the roof to sleep! All you think about is eating. Get down here, see if I don't skin you alive!"

Third Senior Sister Mu Yunmeng's temper flared up again.

"Senior Sister, if you say that, it means you don't want me to come down. I'm not stupid, am I?"

Zhao Ping'an, who had just stood up, immediately shrank back.

"Alright, Ping An! Hurry down. Your Senior Sister is just joking with you. When did you get up there? None of us saw you."

"I went up not long after I arrived at noon. There were too many people below, and there was nowhere to go. And I don't know any of them..."

"Thump!"

While answering Senior Disciple Brother's question, Zhao Ping'an easily jumped down from the roof, which was more than three meters high, landing steadily on the ground.

"Senior Brother Ji, the food has arrived!"

"Good, put it on the table and set it up. Thank you, brothers, for your hard work!"

That night, until the bright moon was in the west and the stars were hidden, the few of them fell asleep slumped over the table.

"Crackling!!!"

The deafening sound of firecrackers continued to ring out. Senior Disciple Brother Ji Xiangming, dressed in a bright red groom's robe, rode a dark red horse in the middle of the procession. In front of him was the ceremonial music procession, and behind him were the eight-bearer sedan chair to pick up the bride and the betrothal gift procession, all making their way through the streets towards the Zhao Mansion.

Of course, their destination was not the Zhao Mansion, but another residence next to it. Although they also had the surname Zhao, it was the mansion of Mistress Zhao Xiuyun's second uncle.

However, her second uncle was not as powerful as her father. If he wasn't a useless glutton, he was at most an ordinary wealthy merchant, and he only had this much foundation with the help of Zhao Jinlong.

Therefore, he and Senior Brother Ji Xiangming were considered a well-matched couple.

This was Zhao Ping'an's first time attending a purely ancient wedding. The three proposals, six rites, eight-bearer sedan chair, ceremonial music, bowing to heaven and earth, elders, and parents, all the way to the final bridal chamber!

The tedious etiquette and the lively scene of countless guests gathering gave Zhao Ping'an a feast for his eyes.

But it also made him keep his distance. One had to know that they started preparing from sunrise in the morning and didn't finish until seven or eight in the evening when it was completely dark.

Fortunately, they had also booked a restaurant to entertain guests, otherwise, it would have been more troublesome.

However, Zhao Ping'an also got to know most of the major and minor forces in Nanling City.

After all, today was not only the joyous occasion for Senior Disciple Brother Ji Xiangming, but also for their Master and Mistress, who were seated in the place of honor.

The Master and Mistress's parents were not called that for nothing.

As a strong cultivator at the seventh level of the Innate Realm, Zheng Hetong was among the top tier in Nanling City. Therefore, most of the forces came to show respect to Zheng Hetong.

The Sun Family, which Zhao Ping'an had waited for all day, also sent someone to deliver a congratulatory gift, but they did not mention the matter of their second young master at all.

At the same time, the bodies and bloodstains in Pear Blossom Alley were also cleaned up, as if nothing had happened.

But that was obviously impossible...

In the evening, after the guests had dispersed, Zheng Hetong and his wife took Zhao Ping'an in a carriage towards the Zhao Residence.

Since entering the city, he had been busy with his eldest disciple's wedding, including ceremonial music, the restaurant, some betrothal gifts, and inviting influential guests. He had been extremely busy.

Now that everything was finally settled, he could finally sleep soundly.

"Whoa!..."

Suddenly, the coachman yanking on the reins brought the carriage to an abrupt halt, sending the contents inside tumbling about.

"Elder, it's the Sun Family! They don't look friendly..."

Outside the carriage door, a disciple of the Blazing Blade Sect reported in a low voice.

"The Sun Family? Ping An, you and Mistress stay inside the carriage. I'll go take a look."

Zheng Hetong frowned and instructed the two beside him.

He hadn't provoked anyone from the Sun Family, had he?

"Master, I'll go with you. They're probably here for me."

"For you? How did you provoke the Sun Family?"

"It's a long story. I'll explain it to you later!"

Zhao Ping'an stepped past his Master and hurried out of the carriage.

The carriage was currently traveling down a wide street. The sun had already set, many shops were closed, and the street was deserted.

Ahead of the carriage, their path was blocked by at least a hundred people.

Except for the few leading the group, the rest were all dressed in uniform blue martial artist attire. The golden character "Sun" on their chests announced their origin.

At the very front of the crowd stood an elder, over fifty years old, with neatly combed black and white hair secured by a jade-green hairpin.

He wore a black robe with gold trim and held a sheathed long saber in his hand, standing ramrod straight.

He was the Sun Family Patriarch—Sun Heyu, a ninth-level Innate realm expert and the second strongest in the Sun Family! He was also Sun Shize's father.

Zhao Ping'an didn't recognize the old man, but Zheng Hetong did.

"You are Zhao Ping'an? How dare you sever my son's tendons and kill my Sun Family's enforcer?"