Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Wait!"

The eight sedan carriers were about to lift the sedan chair when Ye Qingfeng suddenly waved his hand.

"All of you move aside, I'll do it!"

The eight sedan carriers didn't know what Ye Qingfeng intended, and they stood to the side in a daze.

The next moment, everyone was astonished.

They saw Ye Qingfeng walk to the sedan chair, grab the edge with one hand, and directly lift it.

Then, he slowly exerted force, walking right into the center and holding it up with one hand. The heavy sedan chair was easily lifted above his head, steady as a rock, without Liu Mei inside feeling the slightest wobble.

"Ouyang, let's go, taking our Aunt Liu to the Ye Family!"

Ye Qingfeng pulled Ouyang Liluo with one hand and lifted the sedan chair with the other, striding forward.

Those who came for the procession were dumbfounded, nearly fainting from shock. Such single-handed lifting of a sedan was something they had never seen before, utterly astonishing.

"This kid, truly audacious!"

Ye Zhenkun shook his head with a light laugh and followed along.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers was endless, and the sound of gongs and drums echoed far and wide. Most of Yanjing was boiling with excitement on this day.

The streets and alleys of Yanjing were filled with pedestrians watching the astonishing wedding procession, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief.

In these modern times, using a sedan chair for a marriage procession was extraordinarily novel, and what was even more unbelievable was that it was being carried by only one person.

Rather than carrying, it was more like shouldering.

A handsome, unparalleled young man, as if a Heavenly God descending into the world, held the sedan chair in mid-air with one hand, while holding a fairy-like girl with the other. He caught everyone's attention.

The Old Master of the Ye Family, despite his advanced age, appeared especially full of spirit today. He walked steadily, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Upon arrival at the Ye Family, Ye Miao was already waiting outside. Seeing the sedan chair approach, he loudly announced.

"The young mistress has arrived!"

Ye Lei and Ye Shan, who were inside greeting the guests, came out with delighted faces.

"It's Aunt coming!"

Their respect for Liu Mei had always been high, and now that she was formally becoming part of the family, they were naturally happy.

Ye Qingfeng stepped forward, lifting the sedan chair with one hand, causing some of the onlookers from prominent families to feel a thrill of fear. Countless young women in the crowd cast hopeful glances in his direction.

Such a man, even one night with him would make their life feel complete.

Ye Qingfeng carefully lowered the sedan chair. He intended to proceed to let Liu Mei out, but his expression changed, and he stopped, standing there with Ouyang Liluo.

"How can such a grand occasion lack the presence of Ye Gang?"

At this moment, a robust and commanding voice was heard, filled with boldness and vigor.

Everyone turned, seeing the imposing and strong Ye Gang striding forward.

Arriving in front of the sedan, Ye Gang looked at Ye Qingfeng, and their eyes met, saying everything without words.

"Uncle Gang, I've finished everything in the front. The back, it's all up to you now. I'll go sit inside first!"

Ye Qingfeng finished speaking and entered the Ye Family with Ouyang Liluo. The Ye Family was adorned with festive decorations, and although the walls were broken down and there was a large pit in the courtyard, the festive atmosphere was unhindered.

Passing in front of the crowd of young people, these usually arrogant young masters and noble ladies of Yanjing made way, and the eyes of numerous beauties shone with admiration and love.

Qiu Ying was in the crowd, her eyes slightly trembling.

She hadn't intended to come today, but inexplicably followed Qiu Feng here.

In her heart, she still harbored a sliver of hope that Ye Qingfeng would notice her, hoping to rekindle their engagement.

Ye Qingfeng walked through the crowd, looking straight ahead, moving with a calm ease, passing by Qiu Ying without a pause. The beautiful Qiu Ying couldn't catch his attention at all.

"I can't even get him to look at me?"

Qiu Ying felt a pang of reluctance, biting her red lips in grievance to the extreme, but no one noticed.

Jiang Qianjue stood to the side, his fists tightly clenched. He considered himself highly outstanding among the younger generation, daring to challenge anyone, even Wei Wuming.

Yu Yaosheng, Yan Bufan, Yang Linmie, he even thought of surpassing these Devils.

But when facing Ye Qingfeng, he couldn't even muster the thought.

This was an insurmountable mountain, perhaps not even a mountain was sufficient to describe this; this was a Divine Son soaring through the Nine Heavens, unparalleled.

Suddenly, a long leg stepped forward from the crowd, blocking the path of Ye Qingfeng and Ouyang Liluo.

A cold and aloof face appeared, comparable to Ouyang Liluo, incomparable.

"You scoundrel, when did you become Ye Jiujie, so powerful now?"

The Yanjing Goddess Han Qingqiu stood in Ye Qingfeng's way, her stunning face mixed with a bit of apprehension, yet she still lifted her face to ask.

She recalled yesterday calling Ye Qingfeng a "scoundrel," and Ye Qingfeng wasn't angry, so she dared to call him that again.

Feeling Ouyang Liluo's hand suddenly clench behind him, Ye Qingfeng smiled slightly with an indifferent gaze.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at her, not even bothering to answer.

"You..." Han Qingqiu's eyes widened, "You used to be so lecherous, and now that you're powerful, you're this arrogant?"

Ye Qingfeng's eyes suddenly grew cold, sweeping over her, causing her to shiver and take two steps back.

"Don't think that I, Ye Jiujie, don't kill women. When I kill, I don't discriminate, especially bothersome women like you; I'll never be lenient!"

Ye Qingfeng shook a finger at her: "Don't bother me again!"

After speaking, he led Ouyang Liluo directly into the hall, leaving Han Qingqiu with a face full of frustration.

"That scoundrel actually dares to ignore me!"

Han Qingqiu felt annoyed. She was Yanjing Dream, pursued by countless elite young men eager to marry her, yet Ye Qingfeng regarded her as mundane and even threatened her, leaving her with an unprecedented sense of defeat and grievance.

The others could only gasp in shock, even the Yanjing Goddess could be disregarded; Ye Jiujie the Invincible War God was indeed something else.

Outside the Ye Family gate, Ye Gang lifted the curtain, and Liu Mei sat gracefully inside, a touch of shyness on her face.

Ye Gang smiled warmly, kneeling on one knee, extending his hand.

"Xiao Mei, today I officially welcome you into the Ye Family gate. Sorry for delaying you for twenty years!"

Liu Mei placed her delicate hand in Ye Gang's broad palm. Although the couple had been together for twenty years, it seemed today marked their true wedding.

Everyone present applauded as Ye Qingfeng accompanied Liu Mei, like a pair of newlyweds, entering the home, receiving everyone's blessings. The entire elite society of Yanjing was in attendance, with Family Heads from all households present.

In a century, Yanjing had never seen such a grand gathering.

Ye Qingfeng and Ouyang Liluo sat in a corner, eating and drinking without concern for their image. Ouyang Liluo occasionally wiped his mouth with a sweet smile.