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Ch156 - Registration Ceremony




Seeing Su Hansheng was truly about to graduate, Su Xuanlin went to Infinite Hell cursing at Qifu Yin, trying to pull in someone from the same camp to jointly stop this marriage.
Who knew Qifu Yin, who’d previously jumped around most vehemently, was now lounging with legs crossed, saying with a half-smile: “Why stop it? Xiaoxiao has found his destined person. Registration is a good thing—should celebrate it.”
Su Xuanlin: “…”
Su Xuanlin cursed: “What bastard words are you saying! Xiaoxiao is still a child. Chongjue is worse than a beast, deceiving him and then proclaiming it for all Three Realms to know—what person does such things?”
Qifu Yin: “Oh.”
Su Xuanlin: “…What’s that reaction?”
“What reaction should I have?” Qifu Yin yawned, propping his chin as he enjoyed Su Xuanlin’s agitation, saying with a half-smile: “Doesn’t the Immortal Lord find your current appearance extremely familiar?”
Su Xuanlin frowned: “Familiar how?”
Qifu Yin said coolly: “Back when you and my sister registered, I also jumped around like this, cursing you for three days and nights. Every word you just said, I’ve cursed before.”
Su Xuanlin: “…”
Su Xuanlin left cursing.
No matter what, he couldn’t stop Su Hansheng and Chongjue from their nonsense, only able to resentfully strike his colors.
After over half a year, Su Hansheng finally passed, barely scraping by with eight points to successfully graduate.
Seeing his name on the graduation roster on the listening wall, Su Hansheng immediately cheered, rushing jubilantly toward the back mountain Buddhist hall.
“Chongjue! Chongjue—! I graduated!”
Banging the door open, Su Hansheng’s voice abruptly stopped.
Su Xuanlin sat in the Buddhist hall, expression coolly glancing over. But Chongjue wasn’t there.
Su Hansheng gasped coldly, stammering: “Father, did you kill and bury Chongjue?”
Su Xuanlin: “…”
Su Xuanlin forcibly restrained his urge to beat his son, reaching toward him: “Come here.”
Su Hansheng obediently went over, kneeling before Su Xuanlin.
Su Xuanlin said: “Have you and Chongjue decided where to live after registration?”
Su Hansheng blinked in surprise, only then realizing his father had probably resigned himself to fate, actually proactively asking about his registration.
This was a good sign.
“Haven’t decided yet.” Su Hansheng replied. “We have spirit mustard seeds—we can live anywhere.”
Su Xuanlin again restrained his urge to beat the child, patiently coaxing: “Haven’t you thought about returning to Yingxu Sect with him?”
Su Hansheng paused slightly.
“Yingxu Sect will eventually be handed to you.” Su Xuanlin coaxed. “He has no cave dwelling anyway. Why not bring him back to Hanmang Garden together?”
Su Hansheng hesitated.
Su Xuanlin was secretly delighted.
Even if they registered, Su Xuanlin wouldn’t let his son suffer losses. Since this would be proclaimed to the world anyway, might as well let the Three Realms think Chongjue married into Yingxu Sect.
Imagining Chongjue’s expression then, Su Xuanlin felt secretly gleeful.
This person had been dignified his whole life—time to lose face badly.
Serves him right.
Su Xuanlin was calculating his little scheme when the Buddhist hall door opened.
Chongjue entered from outside, seeing the two sitting there with eyebrows slightly raised.
Su Hansheng still remembered his main business, quickly tossing aside the matter of where to live, saying happily: “Chongjue, I graduated!”
Chongjue smiled: “Mm, saw it on the listening wall. Very impressive.”
Su Hansheng’s tail nearly stood up with pride.
Su Xuanlin said meaningfully: “Knowing today’s graduation roster was released, you still went out?”
Su Hansheng also asked curiously: “What did you go do?”
Chongjue sat down methodically, pouring himself tea while saying: “Went to Limitless Forest.”
Su Hansheng didn’t quite understand: “Where’s that?”
“That deep mountain where you did graduation training.” Su Xuanlin frowned. “What were you doing there with nothing better to do?”
After asking, his heart jumped, vaguely sensing something ominous.
Recently, elders from the Three Realms Alliance personally requested Chongjue purify the spirit artifact formation polluted by fierce beasts in Limitless Forest. That auspicious land could finally be inhabited—many cultivator masters were already competing for that spiritual treasure land.
Sure enough, Chongjue smiled at Su Hansheng: “Limitless Forest is large with abundant spiritual energy. How about we live there after registration?”
Su Hansheng said in surprise: “Limitless Forest can be inhabited now?”
“Mm.”
Su Hansheng didn’t understand the twists and turns between great masters, naively asking: “Did you buy a plot of land to live there?”
Chongjue smiled and said yes.
But Su Xuanlin heard his implication.
A great master like Chongjue with such cultivation would never willingly share a cave dwelling with others—this was why so many cultivators nearly fought over competing for this place.
Even if Chongjue left the Buddhist sect, his accumulated prestige remained. If he entered the competition to buy, probably no one would dare compete with him.
That endless stretch of Limitless Forest was probably all bought up by Chongjue.
Dog bastard, quite a lot of spirit stones.
Su Hansheng was still foolishly delighted.
Rather than living at Mount Sumeru or Yingxu Sect, he’d rather find a new cave dwelling with Chongjue to start fresh.
“Limitless Forest is a great place.” Su Hansheng was extremely satisfied. “Then let’s hold our registration there!”
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Yuan Qian was boiling with enthusiasm. Hearing this, he said solemnly: “Why not just go when we say?”
Su Hansheng said: “I need to register first.”
“Cough cough cough!”
Yuan Qian nearly choked on a seed shell, staring at him incredulously: “Ah?! What?!”
Wu Baili, who’d been ignoring them, suddenly vaulted the wall into Yuan Qian’s courtyard, also looking solemn: “Is this true?”
Su Hansheng was startled by their reaction: “How would I joke about registration? Of course it’s true. Even my father agreed.”
Wu Baili gasped coldly, making a snake-like “hiss” sound.
Yuan Qian directly flicked his tongue: “Hiss hiss hiss!”
They never imagined Su Hansheng’s execution ability was so strong—registering immediately after graduation.
“Won’t… won’t you wait a few years?” Yuan Qian said tactfully. “Isn’t registering now too hasty?”
Wu Baili spoke bluntly: “After all, the age difference between you and the World-Honored One is quite large.”
Su Hansheng glared at him: “Where’s it large? Just a mere two thousand years.”
Yuan Qian, Wu Baili: “?”
Can’t differ by twenty years, but can differ by two thousand years, is that it?
The three spent half a day packing everything. Looking at the empty Falling Parasol Lodge, they felt deeply emotional. Thinking it over, they agreed to feast at Second Years market—as celebration.
Going again to the familiar Eternal Night Tower, Su Hansheng expertly ordered a pile of dishes, planning to drink until completely drunk.
While waiting for food, Su Hansheng casually glanced outside and surprisingly spotted Ying Jianhua and Ying Zhijin.
These two together without arguing?
Truly rare.
Su Hansheng told Yuan Qian, then sneakily slipped out, planning to see what his senior brother and sister were doing.
The two went to the adjacent private room, seemingly discussing something.
Su Hansheng leaned in to listen.
Ying Jianhua’s voice was low: “You truly want to be with him?”
“Him?” Ying Zhijin’s tone was full of confusion. “Which him? You mean the demon clan one, or the monster clan one? I’ve loved too many people lately, can’t quite remember. Say the name.”
Ying Jianhua: “…”
Ying Zhijin said: “Does Old Talisman Ridge Lord have other matters? If not, I need to go attend to things.”
Ying Jianhua said nothing. Ying Zhijin turned to leave directly.
Suddenly, Ying Jianhua grabbed her hand, saying with difficulty: “Zhijin, I… do we have no possibility?”
Before, Ying Zhijin would have sneered at him with a forced smile. But perhaps exhausted by years of confrontation, Ying Zhijin stood for a long time, suddenly sighing silently before turning to look at him seriously.
“Senior Brother, I loved you.”
Ying Jianhua’s face paled.
“I was too young then, thinking I could day after day warm your cold stone, so I did many foolish things.” Ying Zhijin said. “Thinking back now, I was too naive.”
Trying to use body warmth to warm boulder coldness.
Served her right to freeze stuck to that cold stone, only able to escape by tearing off a layer of flesh.
“Your love after breaking the Ruthless Dao comes too late, too delayed.” Ying Zhijin stepped forward, extending her pale hand to gently stroke Ying Jianhua’s cheek, saying softly.
“I don’t want it.”
Ying Jianhua raised his hand to press her hand, looking at her almost like a trapped beast: “Zhijin…”
Ying Zhijin didn’t reject, instead using her other hand to embrace Ying Jianhua’s neck, giving him the only hug in all these years: “We… should end here.”
Ying Zhijin was very satisfied with her current life. She no longer wallowed in emotion.
Love and affection were just a game to her now.
And she enjoyed it.
Ying Jianhua looked at Ying Zhijin’s eyes. This centuries-long pursuit seemed to finally settle.
He clearly realized… he and Ying Zhijin had no more possibility.
Belated affection—no one wanted it.
Su Hansheng crouched in the corner listening, feeling extremely uncomfortable. This kind of tragic excitement—better not join in.
Just as he was sneakily preparing to escape, the nearby door suddenly opened without warning. Ying Zhijin walked out, glancing sideways with a smile: “Xiaoxiao?”
Su Hansheng immediately concealed his furtive manner, acting as if just passing by, saying in surprise: “Ah, Senior Sister? What a coincidence.”
Ying Zhijin had long known Su Hansheng was listening outside. Seeing his exaggerated act, she couldn’t help laughing, raising her hand in a beckoning gesture: “Come.”
Su Hansheng quickly scurried over.
Every time Senior Sister saw him, she stuffed him full of spirit stones—couldn’t even spend them all. This time was no exception.
Seeing Su Hansheng so obedient, Ying Zhijin thought briefly: “Heard you’re registering with the World-Honored One?”
Su Hansheng nodded: “Yes.”
“Good.” Ying Zhijin was probably the first person not shocked about their registration and expressing support. She patted Su Hansheng’s head. “Heard there are many spirit herbs in Limitless Forest. Please mention to the World-Honored One about letting Second Years market sell them.”
Su Hansheng was in complete admiration of his senior sister.
Just brutally rejected Ying Jianhua, turned around and started doing business.
Truly worthy of someone who made Second Years market big and strong.
As they talked, Ying Jianhua, still collecting himself in the room, heard the keywords, saying hoarsely: “What registration? Who are you registering with?”
Su Hansheng heard trouble brewing, quickly saying: “Senior Sister, my friends are waiting. I’ll go first.”
Ying Zhijin smiled and nodded.
Not waiting for Ying Jianhua to emerge, Su Hansheng quickly fled back to the private room in a flash, avoiding a beating.
The registration matter was thus settled.
After Chongjue overturned Su Xuanlin’s pile of rogue arguments about “eight hundred years later being an auspicious day!”, he chose the ninth of the eighth month.
Autumn equinox, suitable for marriage.
The spirit mustard seed dwelling in Limitless Forest was already renovated, situated in a place rich with spiritual energy. Even without circulating spirit pills, one could feel wisps of spiritual energy drilling inside.
Su Hansheng loved this place to death. Daily before dawn, he’d run out looking here, touching there. Within half a month, he’d drawn a pile of talisman marks making the spiritual energy even richer.
Specific registration matters—Ying Zhijin dispatched Second Years market people to handle, requiring no effort from them.
Limitless Forest enjoyed quiet years, but the Three Realms were bewildered.
On the listening wall, a simple line of characters hung—a wedding invitation with floating red silk.
—This was quite common. When many great cultivators registered, they’d purchase one or two months of wedding invitations hanging on the listening wall for all to enjoy the festive atmosphere. Below were typically congratulatory words.
But this one was somewhat different.
“Who’s registering? Su Hansheng? The Immortal Lord’s son?”
“No way, that kid just came of age, didn’t he? How did he suddenly decide to register? And the person registering with him also seems to be a man… Wen Jingyu? Who’s that? Has anyone heard of him?”
“Heard he’s a student at Wendao Academy. Damn it, beaten to the punch by this dog bastard!”
“Wait, the Young Lord is from Yingxu Sect. Why isn’t the registration at his own sect, but instead at Limitless Forest? Isn’t Limitless Forest the World-Honored One’s territory?”
“Probably the World-Honored One doting on his junior, lending out his cave dwelling for the registration ceremony.”
Everyone discussed heatedly. Seeing that everyone could come to Limitless Forest for the registration ceremony, they immediately sighed that Yingxu Sect was truly domineering.
Many cultivators went to join the excitement, all wanting to see who this legendary “Wen Jingyu” was. The Young Lord graduating and immediately abducting someone to register—truly doglike behavior.
The ninth of the eighth month quickly arrived.
All barrier formations at Limitless Forest were withdrawn. Though the listening wall post said no need to bring gifts, the attending cultivators all understood social protocol, arriving with gifts in hand.
Limitless Forest’s cave dwelling was an exquisite grand hall. Surrounding it were towering parasol trees and phoenix trees reaching into clouds, nurtured by spiritual energy to lush abundance.
The spiritual energy here was rich, making one feel refreshed—truly an excellent cultivation site.
Everyone entering immediately sensed the intricate ancient talisman marks on the ground, constantly praising them.
In the grand hall, Su Hansheng dressed in festive red sat in a chair humming a tune, letting Yuan Qian braid his hair.
Wu Baili sat nearby looking at a table full of gifts, raising an eyebrow: “Whose wicked idea was that on the listening wall? When the registration ceremony starts and attending cultivators see the World-Honored One up there, won’t they spontaneously go into qi deviation?”
Su Hansheng held candy, lazily kicking his legs: “Senior Brother Zhuang thought of it. He said to give the Three Realms a big surprise.”
Wu Baili’s lips twitched.
Indeed a “big” surprise, and indeed Zhuang Lingxiu’s style.
Registration matters didn’t require Su Hansheng’s worry. After primping himself, he and Yuan Qian and Wu Baili pressed against the window, lazily watching the unlucky souls arriving below to observe.
Many friends Su Hansheng knew from Wendao Academy came.
Zhou Gushe was still the same. Because of her little divine physician reputation, many cultivators crowded around networking with her. But she knew how to chat, directly frowning: “Are you dying?… Not dying? Then have a terminal illness? Also not, then why are you hovering in my face?”
That person: “…”
Gong Handan and Gong Fuqu also came together.
Without the Silver-Stripping Lamp, Gong Handan was obviously much better than before her dispirited appearance. Brows and eyes carried a gentle smile. Looking up and seeing Su Hansheng, she instinctively smiled.
Su Hansheng grinned broadly, greeting them.
However, Zhuang Lingge said he’d arrive soon, but Su Hansheng waited left and right without seeing him. Having the companion tree investigate, he discovered someone had mistaken him for Zhuang Lingxiu and blocked him.
Zhuang Lingge had grown much taller than before. More and more people mistook him for Zhuang Lingxiu. He didn’t restrain his brother from making enemies everywhere, instead helping Zhuang Lingxiu deal with adversaries.
Shortly after, Qifu Zhao finally arrived hurriedly. Su Hansheng quickly beckoned him over to play.
Qifu Zhao, seeing he hadn’t missed it, breathed a sigh of relief and walked over, delivering the gifts Qifu Yin asked him to bring for Su Hansheng.
Their gifts were placed separately. Su Hansheng’s were nearly piled into a small mountain, while Chongjue’s were pitifully few.
Before long, the registration ceremony time finally arrived.
Su Hansheng swept his robes, happily descending the stairs.
Chongjue and Su Hansheng weren’t short on spirit stones. Second Years market was also famous for “doing anything with money.” This registration ceremony was done grandly and elaborately. Red and green decorations everywhere, extremely grand scale, extremely festive.
Registration first required offering to heaven—tedious procedures that looked headache-inducing.
Under everyone’s gaze, Su Hansheng walked onto the offering platform. Su Xuanlin as the elder sat in a chair beside it, forcing a strained smile, his mood clearly unpleasant.
Chongjue wearing red clothes was extremely rare. He also stood beside Su Hansheng, raising his hand to offer three incense sticks to the small golden Buddha statue.
Everyone below discussed among themselves.
“The World-Honored One not only lent out his cave dwelling grand hall for the Young Lord’s registration, he’s even helping offer incense at the heaven ceremony. Truly a heaven-and-earth-moving good elder.”
“Yes, the World-Honored One is quite good.”
But why was the World-Honored One wearing red clothes?
After offering incense and heaven.
Chongjue and Su Hansheng together stepped forward to place the betrothal document on the offering platform.
Everyone continued discussing.
“The World-Honored One is truly good, even helping the Young Lord with the betrothal document… Hmm? Wait, where’s that Wen Jingyu? Isn’t he the one registering?”
“Is he coming or not? If not, I’ll go up and fill in!”
So, why exactly was the World-Honored One wearing red clothes?
Chongjue and Su Hansheng received Heaven’s blessing. Their hands glowed with Dao Companion contract marks.
Everyone was still discussing.
“The World-Honored One is truly good, even receiving the Dao Companion contract marks for the Young Lord… Wait, hold on!!!”
“Dao Companion contract marks?!”
And the World-Honored One wearing red clothes…
All observing cultivators were dumbfounded, looking incredulously at Su Hansheng intimately hugging the World-Honored One’s arm, saying something to Su Xuanlin at the main seat.
The World-Honored One’s expression was gentle, radiating a completely different quality from his compassionate, salvation-bringing tenderness. It seemed to carry…
Affection?
Everyone stood thunderstruck, stunned like stone statues.
Just then, someone seemingly timing it perfectly posted a message everyone could see on the listening wall.
“What? There are still people who don’t know the World-Honored One’s secular name is ‘Wen Jingyu’? No way, no way—you really didn’t know?”
That tone—obviously some dog surnamed Zhuang posted it.
Everyone clutching their artifacts were dumbfounded again.
The World-Honored One’s secular name was Wen Jingyu; the Young Lord was registering with Wen Jingyu.
So…
The Young Lord was registering with his uncle?!
Boom boom boom!
Limitless Forest’s resentment and shock were probably too intense, summoning thunder clouds that savagely struck down bolt after bolt.
Everyone looked at Su Hansheng and “Wen Jingyu” on the offering platform, nearly fainting.
Too, too absurd!
Yuan Qian and the other two had been observing from the second floor. Watching most people rendered speechless, they laughed uncontrollably.
In hindsight, as long as Zhuang Lingxiu didn’t pull his tricks on them, witnessing others’ drama was quite entertaining.
After the registration contract marks descended, Su Hansheng finally settled a major matter weighing on his heart.
But he initially thought only he felt this way. Glancing casually, he saw Chongjue lowering his eyes gazing at those Dao Companion contract marks, dark green pupils seemingly revealing a nearly relieved smile.
Fleeting.
Su Xuanlin finally endured through this painful registration ceremony, forcing a strained smile while beckoning: “Xiaoxiao, come.”
Su Hansheng snapped back to attention, grabbing Chongjue’s hand and quickly walking over, obediently saying: “Father.”
Su Xuanlin lounged with legs crossed, eyeing Chongjue with a half-smile: “Son-in-law, have you forgotten something?”
Chongjue withdrew his gaze from the contract marks on his hand, looking coolly at the scheming Su Xuanlin, deliberately asking: “Forgotten what?”
Seeing him still playing dumb, Su Xuanlin simply got straight to the point, taking out a storage bag stuffed full of spirit stones and placing it on the table.
“Change your address.”
Chongjue’s eyebrows moved slightly.
Su Hansheng quickly said: “Father…”
“You have no say in this.” Su Xuanlin said coolly. “This is the address-changing fee I’ve prepared long ago. As long as you change your address, all this is yours.”
Chongjue had long anticipated being made difficult, lowering his eyes with a smile.
Seeing this person’s smile, Su Xuanlin felt he was up to no good again. But carefully thinking, he’d already registered with his son—having him call him “father” wasn’t excessive, right?
Chongjue smiled, patting Su Hansheng’s head, saying gently: “Before changing address, let me first introduce my good friend to Xiaoxiao.”
Su Xuanlin’s eyelid twitched.
“This is my close friend, Immortal Lord Su.” Chongjue pointed at Su Xuanlin, smiling: “Xiaoxiao, you and I are already Dao Companions. My good friends are also your good friends. You can directly call him elder brother…”
Su Xuanlin: “???”
Su Hansheng: “…”
Su Xuanlin suddenly stood, interrupting Chongjue’s following words: “Shut up!”
His face turned green, never expecting Chongjue to pull this move. Irritably glaring at him: “I’m truly impressed. How are you even more shameless than when you were young?”
Chongjue humbly nodded, indicating he was too kind.
Su Xuanlin left cursing.
But having just walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped as if possessed, looking back.
On the heaven offering platform, warm sunlight poured down.
Su Hansheng seemed amused by Chongjue’s counterattack, covering his mouth though his fox-like eyes were still visible. He mumbled something, his red clothes like a phoenix bathing in fire, born facing the sun.
Chongjue always lowered his eyes with infinite patience listening to Su Hansheng chatter endlessly, reaching out to tuck Su Hansheng’s messy strands behind his ear, movements indescribably gentle.
As if the myriad beings in the world were like floating clouds and white mist—only one person in his eyes.
Limitless years, phoenix flying from branches.
Not bad at all.
—End of Extras—
T/N: And with this, the story comes to an end. Thank you for reading and following along with all the comments!
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