To Xuan Yuan ’s surprise, Lu Chengfeng wasn’t at Guiyun Manor by Lake Tai, but was already in Baoying City.

It turned out that once Lu Chengfeng learned that Huang Yaoshi was heading to Baoying, he rushed ahead to purchase a secluded estate, preparing it for his master’s stay. He even brought his son, Lu Guanying, along to serve by his side.

He was, in truth, quite filial. Even after his legs had been broken by his master, he still longed to return and serve with devotion. This only made Huang Yaoshi feel more guilt. So when he heard that Xuan Yuan   could regenerate broken bones, he agreed without hesitation to the marriage proposal.

In the estate, outside a side room, Lu Guanying was pacing in anxious circles.

He had tried several times to enter the room, only to be blocked by Huang Rong, who stood guard at the door.

«Stand there! No going in!»

Lu Guanying smiled apologetically. Though the girl before him was young, her status wasn’t low. She was the daughter of his grandmaster, meaning she was his father’s junior and thus his aunt by seniority.

«Auntie… my father, he…»

«Relax!» Huang Rong huffed, head held high.
«Brother Xing will definitely heal him. But before he comes out, no one is allowed inside—not even Father!»

Huang Yaoshi, sitting nearby: «…»

He’d been getting emotionally stabbed all day by his daughter. He was used to it now.

Even with his anxiety, Lu Guanying couldn’t do anything. His grandmaster remained calm, seated at ease, so all he could do was stomp his feet and sigh, casting hopeful glances at the closed door.

He was also very curious. That man his aunt admired—and who would likely become his uncle—had entered with the promise to heal his father’s broken legs. But he brought no medicine, no tools, and there’d been not a single sound from the room. What kind of treatment was this?

Time ticked by. When the sun was high, a faint sound finally came from within.

Moments later, Xuan Yuan   opened the door and stepped out.

«Brother Xing!» Huang Rong immediately ran over to him.

Lu Guanying could no longer hold back. He dashed into the room and saw his father, Lu Chengfeng, lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

His clothes were drenched. A strange medicinal residue lingered on his skin.

Lu Guanying checked him—his pulse was fine, his breathing stable. He finally let out a sigh of relief.

A short while later, Lu Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes.

«Father!? Are you alright!?»

Seeing the concern in his son’s eyes, Lu Chengfeng gave a slight smile and said with some confusion:

«I feel… great.»

He was baffled. After Xuan Yuan   entered the room, Lu Chengfeng had seen a brief flash of light, then fell asleep. Now awake, he felt a warm energy flowing inside him—as if he had strength to spare.

He tried shifting his weight—and sat upright in bed.

Looking down at his legs, Lu Chengfeng’s eyes widened.

He could feel it. His legs… were healed.

«Guanying! Help me up!»

«Father?»

Though unsure, Lu Guanying did as told. And to his shock, his father stood—walked—moved like a normal man. It was a miracle.

«Your legs are healed!?»

«They are… they truly are!»
«Guanying! Where is that young master—no, our benefactor!?»

«Come, Father, I’ll take you to him!»

Father and son emerged from the room together. In the courtyard, Huang Yaoshi stood up with visible joy as he watched his disciple stride out with confident steps, like someone who had never been injured.

In just a few strides, Lu Chengfeng dropped to his knees before Xuan Yuan  , who was currently getting fawned on by Huang Rong.

«Benefactor! Please accept my bow!»

Lu Guanying also knelt with him, father and son prostrating with gratitude.

Huang Yaoshi tried to contain the mix of shock and emotion roiling in his heart. He stared at Lu Chengfeng’s legs, then at Xuan Yuan  , his gaze sharp.

He knew the saying: “It takes a hundred days to heal a bone injury.” And this wasn’t just any injury—it was a pair of legs broken for over a decade.

He had originally thought Xuan Yuan   might take up to a year to treat the legs. He didn’t expect a full recovery in half a day.

He was in awe of Xuan Yuan  ’s celestial methods.

Then he noticed his daughter, smiling so wide her eyes nearly vanished, plastered to Xuan Yuan  ’s side like she was stuck with glue.

Ah, right.

Lu Chengfeng’s legs being healed meant his daughter would be married soon.

He wouldn’t take his promise back—but he hadn’t expected things to move this quickly.

All he could do was sigh long and hard.

«…So be it. Sooner or later, she’d be married off anyway.»

This son-in-law’s background might be mysterious, but he could more or less guess: he was surely connected to the Celestial Taiyi. Since his daughter had chosen a celestial man, he had no worries.

He thought of his late wife, looked up at the sky, and murmured:

«A-Heng… our Rong’er has grown up.»

On the other side, Xuan Yuan   had just flicked his sleeve, and an invisible force lifted the kneeling father and son to their feet, when he heard Huang Yaoshi say:

«Xingke, now that you’ve healed Chengfeng, I will not break my word. Tomorrow, here in this Guiyun Estate, I’ll personally host your and Rong’er’s wedding.»

Lu Chengfeng was delighted. He hadn’t expected his master to arrange the marriage so soon.

«I’ll get everything ready right away! The wedding will be perfect! Benefactor! Sister Rong! Just relax and wait for tomorrow! Guanying, go find the best seamstress in the city—get a wedding dress made for your aunt! Make sure it’s finished before tomorrow!»

Even Xuan Yuan   was stunned at how decisive Huang Yaoshi was.

Seeing Xuan Yuan  ’s startled expression, Huang Yaoshi raised an eyebrow and feigned dissatisfaction:

«What? You don’t want to anymore?»

«No,» Xuan Yuan   shook his head and gently took Huang Rong’s hand.
«Just… surprised.»

Huang Rong was also stunned. She hadn’t expected her father to agree so readily. She quietly squeezed Xuan Yuan  ’s hand, her heart overflowing with joy.

To marry Brother Xing in her father’s presence… Even if she died at this moment, she’d have no regrets.

Then she thought of Sister Mouchou and Sister Mu back at the Eastern Celestial Palace. She leaned close and whispered:

«Brother Xing, when we return to Zishan, Rong’er wants to wear the wedding dress again for you… together with Sister Mouchou and Sister Mu…»

Seeing how affectionate the two were, Lu Chengfeng and Lu Guanying excused themselves and hurried off to make wedding preparations.

Huang Yaoshi didn’t care for tradition. He had no silly notions about engaged couples avoiding each other before the wedding, nor did he mind that the entire event would be put together in half a day. As long as his daughter was happy, that was enough.

Matchmakers? Dowries? Bureaucratic nonsense.

He let them be, drifting off silently and gracefully.

With just the two of them left in the courtyard, Huang Rong threw herself into Xuan Yuan  ’s arms, hugging him tightly.

«Brother Xing… I’m not dreaming, am I?»

«Of course not,» Xuan Yuan   smiled as he gently brushed her earlobe, then cupped her soft cheeks.
«After tomorrow, you’ll be my wife.»

«Then… then can Rong’er call you husband… just a little early?»

«Wife?»

«Aha…?» Huang Rong blinked in surprise.

Then both burst into laughter.

«Try to stop listening to weird music,» Xuan Yuan   teased.
«We already have Mouchou acting like a techno goblin at home—Nuwa’s data vault is full of nonsense.»

«Ehehe~ husband, husband, my husband…»