The following two days were uneventful, everything was calm. Under Wang Yuyan's comfort, Shen Lang no longer dwelled on Chu Ge's matter. He then went with Gu Qinghan to try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos, preparing everything for the wedding.
Under Song Qingyi's arrangements, the Song Family Manor had already been transformed into a grand wedding venue.
On the afternoon of the third day, many people Shen Lang didn't know arrived at the wedding site. Song Qingyi greeted them one by one and introduced Shen Lang to them.
With each person Song Qingyi introduced to Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan, their faces were filled with shock. This was because everyone attending the wedding was either immensely wealthy or held immense power, all prominent figures. And over a thousand such individuals had arrived.
At three in the afternoon, the wedding officially began. Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan, dressed in formal wear and a wedding dress respectively, walked hand-in-hand down the red carpet. Wang Yuyan and Ye Shishi served as bridesmaids, holding Gu Qinghan's wedding dress train.
Song Qingyi and Shen Tianjun stood at the front. Once Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan reached them, they would perform the rituals of bowing to heaven and earth, to their parents, and to each other, thus becoming husband and wife.
However, just as Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan were halfway down the red carpet, a dark figure suddenly leaped forward, appearing before them. Taking advantage of Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan's inattention, the figure struck them with a palm.
Shen Lang was taken aback by someone causing trouble at a wedding. However, his reaction was swift. He pulled Gu Qinghan behind him and raised his hand, clashing palm against palm with the attacker.
Yet, the attacker's strength was clearly superior to Shen Lang's. In a simple clash, Shen Lang was sent flying over ten meters before he could stabilize himself, a trickle of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Shanyuan?"
Upon clearly recognizing the attacker's true face, Shen Lang was shocked and exclaimed, "How could it be you?"
"Shen Lang, surprised?"
Shanyuan looked at Shen Lang, a sinister smile appearing on his face. "Being ambushed by you last time was my disgrace. Today, I will make your blood splash at your wedding."
"Shanyuan, how dare you act so presumptuously at my nephew's wedding?"
As Shanyuan finished speaking, Song Shaodao, who was seated to Song Qingyi's left, suddenly vanished from his seat. He then appeared before Shanyuan like a phantom and said, "This is a joyous occasion, and I do not wish to resort to violence. I will give you a chance to leave now, and I can pretend this never happened."
"Song Shaodao, no wonder people call you the Mad King. You are indeed arrogant. Unfortunately, today's me is no longer someone you can contend with."
Shanyuan looked at Song Shaodao and said angrily, "Although it was Shen Lang who severely injured me last time, you secretly assisted him. If I want him dead, I will also take your life."
"Song Shaodao, don't rush. After I kill this little beast Shen Lang, I will then kill you."
"Stubborn to the end, you court death."
Song Shaodao did not expect Shanyuan to be so obstinate. He frowned and exclaimed, "Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."
With that, Song Shaodao raised his hand and struck Shanyuan Master with a palm.
However, to everyone's surprise, facing Song Shaodao's furious palm strike, Shanyuan Master did not dodge or evade. He allowed the palm to hit his chest, instantly sending him flying back over ten meters. After stabilizing himself, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"As expected of the Mad King of Shaodao, a simple strike almost took my life. However, you cannot strike again."
Shanyuan Master wiped the blood from his lips, a triumphant smile flashing across his face. He then produced a medicinal bottle, poured out a white pill, and swallowed it. Immediately, the color returned to his face.
Clearly, he had intentionally taken the blow. Otherwise, he would not have prepared medicine and immediately treated himself after getting injured.
"Brother, your hand..."
Just as everyone was bewildered as to why Shanyuan Master had done this, Song Qingyi suddenly looked at Song Shaodao's right hand, her voice filled with panic as she exclaimed.
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, everyone's gaze simultaneously shifted to Song Shaodao's right hand. The sight of it made them all gasp in shock.
Everyone saw that Song Shaodao's right palm had turned black and was emitting wisps of dark energy, clearly indicating he had been poisoned.
"Song Shaodao, this is the world's number one poison, 'Living Yama.' Anyone who suffers from this potent toxin is doomed to die. Although your martial arts cultivation is profound, you are no exception. You can hold on for a moment or two if you don't act, but once the poison enters your vital organs, you will instantly perish."
Shanyuan Master tore off his outer robe, revealing a golden chainmail armor underneath. It was evident that the golden chainmail had absorbed most of the force of Song Shaodao's blow.
"Shanyuan, I never expected a master of both Buddhist and martial arts like you to poison your clothing. It seems you came prepared today."
Despite being poisoned, Song Shaodao's face showed little panic. He smiled at Shanyuan and said, "Believe it or not, even with this poison, I can still kill you."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Shanyuan Master looked at Song Shaodao and smiled, "The Mad King of Shaodao is indeed a fierce tiger, but no matter how fierce, a tiger must lie down obediently before 'Living Yama.' Song Shaodao, you are finished."
"Uncle, don't be rash. Leave this old fellow to me."
Shen Lang was surprised that Shanyuan Master would resort to poisoning to deal with his uncle. Realizing what was happening, he drew two Taiyi Divine Needles, activated the Taiyi Divine Needle antidote technique, and shot them into two critical acupuncture points on Song Shaodao: the Sanjiao Meridian and the Pericardium Meridian.
"Uncle, Living Yama is the world's ultimate poison. Although I have used the Taiyi Divine Needles to detoxify you, this process will take at least an hour. Within this hour, you must not move recklessly. Leave everything to me."
Shen Lang looked at Song Shaodao with a pleading expression.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother, it's not just you, there's me too!"
As Shen Lang finished speaking, Wolong stepped forward and said to Shanyuan Master, "Master, as a monk, you should be practicing vegetarianism and chanting scriptures, not causing trouble at a wedding. You have committed a grave sin. Since that is the case, do not blame this young master for being disrespectful."
With that, Wolong leaped into the air and struck Shanyuan Master with a palm.
"Boy, you are only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, yet your martial arts cultivation has broken through to the Earth Realm. What kind of monster are you?"
Upon clearly seeing Wolong's martial arts cultivation, Shanyuan Master was greatly alarmed and exclaimed.
"My martial arts cultivation is the second best in the world. Apart from my Senior Brother, I can crush everyone else. You are not the first person to say this, nor will you be the last."
Wolong laughed heartily and brought down his palm heavily on Shanyuan Master. "The world says that Heavenly Realm experts are invincible. Today, this young master will slay you, a Heavenly Realm expert."