Chapter 334: Registering Marriage with Xiaojia and Ning Tao (8,000-word mega chapter!)

Chapter 334: Registering Marriage with Xiaojia and Ning Tao (Eight thousand words mega-chapter!)

In the living room, Canary scrutinized everything closely, as if intent on committing every speck of dust in the room to memory.

The crimson character for "Double Happiness" looked exceptionally festive.

"Meow, meow, meow..."

Xie Xinsu shook her body violently, seemingly despising the festive character stuck to her back.

She felt deeply aggrieved.

During the period of Qi Yuan's absence, she had been utterly tormented by the robot, Zero-One.

She desperately wanted to report Zero-One for animal cruelty.

Not only did it force her to shoot videos every day, but it also restricted her from smelling catnip.

Unfortunately, no matter how incessantly she meowed, Qi Yuan could not understand her.

As she cried on, a wave of profound sorrow washed over her.

If she were to restore her true form, how could she ever be this miserable?

Would she still need to bow and scrape before Qi Yuan?

It would more likely be this dog of an owner bowing and scraping to her, the Immortal Master.

"What an adorable cat!" Canary looked at Xie Xinsu, a smile blooming in her eyes.

She flicked her finger gently.

Xie Xinsu's body flew out of her own control, dropping straight into Canary's hands.

Xie Xinsu's head spun a little.

An immortal art?

Why hadn't she felt any fluctuation of spiritual energy?

This technique required a cultivation of at least the late stage of Qi Refinement, didn't it?

Her body suddenly froze.

Here... a cultivator had actually appeared?

Which world did she come from?

Her vigilance aroused, Xie Xinsu began to study Canary earnestly.

With just one look, she was stunned.

Judging by appearance alone, this woman did not seem to belong to the mortal realm.

She could even use immortal arts.

What right and merit did this dog owner possess to marry such a fairy?

But the moment she recalled that her owner was exceedingly handsome, she understood.

Alas, those who have just entered the immortal path are easily blinded by the secular world, incomparable to a Great Core Formation Cultivator like herself, who had long since transcended the mundane!

Xie Xinsu could not help but sigh with emotion.

However, it was a good thing that the other party was a cultivator.

Whenever she recovered a bit of her cultivation, she would be able to converse and communicate with her.

Leaking just a tiny bit of knowledge from her fingertips would surely make this couple worship her as an enlightened grandmaster.

When that time came, wouldn't the robot Zero-One be completely at her mercy?

Catnip, she could smell it for as long as she wanted!

Shooting videos?

She would go straight on strike and become the supervisor.

Xie Xinsu fantasized blissfully in her heart.

Canary stroked the cat for a while, looking quite delighted.

Before long, Canary followed Qi Yuan back to his bedroom.

Qi Yuan called out softly: "Xiaojia."

Following his voice, a scarlet bridal gown abruptly materialized in the room.

A peculiar expression flickered through Canary's eyes, replaced instantly by a smile as she blinked: "So this is Sister Xiaojia?"

She had heard Qi Yuan mention Xiaojia and knew the story between Qi Yuan and her.

"She is very special," Canary spoke, a brilliant light flashing momentarily in her eyes.

"Everyone is special," Qi Yuan said matter-of-factly.

"The special you, the special her, the special me... how about we go register our marriage tomorrow?" Qi Yuan looked at Canary, and then at Xiaojia.

From within Xiaojia's icy sleeve, a wooden plaque with a joyous expression drawn on it slid out.

It seemed that no matter what Qi Yuan said, she was happy.

Leaning her body against Qi Yuan, Canary nodded.

"But... three people registering marriage together... isn't that a bit illegal?"

Qi Yuan showed a look of worry.

As for morality or anything of the sort, Qi Yuan did not care.

One's baseline had to be flexible.

The important issue was the law.

"How about this, I wear Sister Xiaojia, and then we register together?" Canary offered a whimsical idea.

Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Canary: "I didn't expect you to be so clever."

But immediately after, he shook his head: "That's no good, this kind of thing is better handled openly and honestly.

We can't have Xiaojia without even a seat when we hold the wedding, right?"

Although Qi Yuan had always been a law-abiding citizen.

For the sake of family, a tiny bit of willful indulgence was acceptable.

"It looks like I'll have to pull some strings and find Carnival."

Carnival was a nobleman.

Within the State of Qiyuan, nobles held very high social status and enjoyed privileges.

Carnival also possessed an extensive network of connections; getting a marriage certificate sorted out for him would pose absolutely no problem.

With this in mind, Qi Yuan dialed Carnival's number.

At this moment in the hotel, Carnival was staring absentmindedly at the television.

Occasionally, he would look through the window at the sun in the sky and chuckle foolishly.

The gentle young woman looked at her husband, her eyes revealing a helpless expression: “The experts said you should look less at that extra sun in the sky, or you’ll easily become forgetful!”

“What do you know? Forgetfulness is nothing!” Kuanghuan grinned foolishly at the sun in the sky again, as if it were a peerless beauty.

Back then, he had been trapped within walls of steel.

When he saw the sun appear in the sky, his heart was filled with surprise and excitement.

Though under house arrest, he ate whatever he pleased with relish.

And now, after only a short time confined, he had been personally invited out.

The one who invited him came from the capital, not someone from the military camp who could compare.

He came in person, offered apologies, and spoke with all kinds of soft words.

This was something Kuanghuan had never experienced before.

Later, he learned of the referendum and heard about the fall of the Mu family’s thirteen Eyes of Heaven.

He smiled, and in his heart, he admired Mr. Qi even more.

The Seven Martial Stars? In Mr. Qi’s eyes, weren’t they just ants?

The Eyes of Heaven? A terrifying weapon capable of slaying gods? Mere toys!

A man like Mr. Qi… he was truly one who stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Everything in this world… was nothing but a game.

No wonder Mr. Qi often spoke of games, NPCs, settings, and storylines.

Indeed, for someone like that, wasn’t this world just a massive game?

At this moment, Kuanghuan was both delighted and anxious, fearing loss.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like a young bride who suddenly discovers her husband is the emperor—overjoyed, yet finding he hasn’t favored her in a long time.

Just then, the ringtone for “Special Attention” sounded, and Kuanghuan’s brow twitched sharply.

On a soft chair nearby, the gentle woman saw her husband’s reaction and said sourly, “Oh, you haven’t even set me as ‘Special Attention.’”

“Can it be the same? Quiet!” Kuanghuan glared at his wife and carefully answered the phone.

The gentle woman smiled at the sight.

“Mr. Qi,” Kuanghuan said, holding the phone as if it were a millennium-old relic, his back unconsciously bending.

It was as if Qi Yuan were right beside him on the other end of the line.

“Why is your voice trembling? Are you exercising? Or… am I interrupting something good?” Qi Yuan said casually.

Kuanghuan’s expression shifted slightly: “No, not at all!”

He was anxious, afraid Qi Yuan might misunderstand.

“Good, I didn’t interrupt. Otherwise, if I ruined your mood, I’d be too embarrassed to ask for your help,” Qi Yuan said unhurriedly on the other end.

These words didn’t sound like they came from a peerless powerhouse.

But Kuanghuan had dealt with Qi Yuan before; he knew this man had a carefree, game-like attitude toward life.

“Mr. Qi, please command me!” His tone grew even more humble.

To work for Mr. Qi was an honor, enough to bring glory to his ancestors.

“Didn’t I say that when the sun appeared in the sky, I was going to get married?”

“Congratulations, Mr. Qi!” Kuanghuan’s eyes lit up.

So everything Mr. Qi had said was true.

His wife had really come down from the sun.

It was almost unimaginable.

What kind of charm and peerless grace must his wife possess?

“We plan to get the marriage certificate tomorrow, but… there are some small issues.” Qi Yuan hesitated.

Kuanghuan was momentarily stunned.

A man of such power still needed a marriage certificate?

But then he thought, don’t try to guess the thoughts of the mighty.

A certificate it is.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“It’s like this—I want to marry two wives this time and get the certificates together.” Qi Yuan stated his goal.

Hearing this, Kuanghuan was stunned, shocked.

Two wives?

Many thoughts raced through his mind.

Marrying two wives sounded strange, but… it was nothing.

How many powerful men openly took two wives, or even more?

Buying several buildings in a neighborhood, each filled with their own wives.

Such things weren’t rare.

But the key was that Mr. Qi was different.

Mr. Qi’s wives were supreme beings!

Women who came down from the sun—just hearing that made them formidable.

Such formidable people…

“Mr. Qi, does she know you want to marry two?” Kuanghuan asked cautiously.

He feared that if he helped, Mr. Qi’s wife might beat him to death.

“She knows.” Qi Yuan said with a puzzled tone, “What, do you suspect I’m tricking a girl into marriage?”

“No, no, no!” Kuanghuan quickly explained, “I’ll handle it for you right away, Mr. Qi.”

“Oh, right, neither of my two wives has an ID card or a photo for the ID. Help me get that done!”

“Sure!”

“Oh, I forgot—taking the ID photo requires them to be present in person. Let me know when, and I’ll go with my wives.

Oh… no, we’re getting the certificate tomorrow—isn’t that too late? Ah, so troublesome—getting the ID and the certificate means going twice.

Can we do it all together?” Qi Yuan was very conflicted.

Kuanghuan felt a bit speechless inside.

He even wanted to say, you don’t need to come out; I’ll just deliver the ID and marriage certificate directly, no photo needed.

But this was Mr. Qi, whose mind worked differently from ordinary people—he dared not contradict him.

“Doing both certificates together—that’s also possible.”

When the time comes, I'll send a red envelope to the staff.

Mr. Qi and his wife only need to come out near the neighborhood!

Huanjue decided to move the Civil Affairs Bureau and the police station to the area outside Qi Yuan's neighborhood.

"Really? No wonder you're nobility—you've got connections.

By the way, how much are you planning to give as a red envelope? You can't pay for it. Name a number, and I'll cover it."

Hearing this, Huanjue felt a twinge of pain in his teeth and finally said, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine?"

He dared not name too high a sum, nor too low.

"Oh dear, my savings just dropped by nine hundred and ninety-nine, getting a little farther from buying a star." Qi Yuan felt a pang of heartache.

In this era, making money wasn't easy.

Job postings claimed salaries from five thousand to nine thousand—right, five thousand it was.

But then, looking online, sure enough, the average salary was nine thousand.

Huanjue gave a wry smile; he didn't dare respond to Qi Yuan's words.

...

The early morning sunlight was warm.

Wang Tong drove the car, a look of ease on her face: "Sigh, with an extra sun in the sky, it feels like the temperature's gone up."

Zhao Longshou sat in the passenger seat, intently reading a newspaper.

"I heard spiritual energy has been reviving lately. Do you think that sun in the sky is some mythical being?" Wang Tong gazed at the heavens, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Zhao Longshou, who had been absorbed in the newspaper, paused: "You youngsters, so inexperienced, too easily fooled by clickbait. Where in the world is there any spiritual revival? It's all lies.

All those demons, ghosts, and gods—they're fake. We need to believe in science."

"Oh yeah? Then explain the extra sun in the sky," Wang Tong said discontentedly.

"This is where the value of reading shows itself.

Look, the newspaper says that extra sun isn't a real sun—it's some kind of sky-spot phenomenon, a refraction." Zhao Longshou handed the newspaper to Wang Tong.

Wang Tong curled her lip: "What a load of nonsense from so-called experts, all vague and evasive—clearly just fooling people.

Didn't an expert once mistake a cat for a rabbit?"

"I can't reason with you young folks." Zhao Longshou didn't want to argue further.

There was no point in debating such matters.

Seeing this, Wang Tong didn't want to sour the relationship with her colleague.

She asked, "Which noble's keeping a mistress today, that we have to go issue the certificates?"

"These aren't things we can pry into. Just follow the procedure." Zhao Longshou's expression grew serious as he spoke.

Before coming, the boss had repeatedly stressed that they must keep that person happy.

Talk less, do more, and don't ask what shouldn't be asked.

The boss had even said that if they offended that person, they'd better prepare their own coffins.

You see, once you become a civil servant, you're basically set for life—unless you commit a major mistake, you can't be fired.

And yet, coffins were mentioned.

Zhao Longshou realized that this noble must be very special, the kind with overwhelming power.

"I heard we're issuing two marriage certificates. Another day of envying the nobility.

When will I ever have two husbands?" Wang Tong mused idly.

Zhao Longshou smiled but said nothing more.

Around nine in the morning, Zhao Longshou and Wang Tong arrived at the new office address.

This would be their workplace for the day.

When they got there, they found staff from other departments as well.

They exchanged a few words, made small talk, and then Wang Tong ran back into the room, whispering to Zhao Longshou: "The noble is a wife, and she doesn't even have an ID card. Could she be a fugitive? Or maybe some heiress who faked her death?"

Wang Tong had watched a lot of TV and instantly conjured up many scenarios.

For instance, Noble A fell in love with Heiress B, but Heiress B was betrothed to Noble C.

So she faked her death to escape the marriage.

"Your guess is a bit far-fetched. Might as well say she's... an alien!" Zhao Longshou said casually.

"Alien?" Wang Tong's eyes lit up. "You've given me a new angle. What if this person... isn't human?

Like some demon, ghost, or even a fairy.

Spiritual revival is coming; anything could happen."

Wang Tong rambled nonsense.

Zhao Longshou rubbed his forehead: "Stop with the spiritual revival. Out in public, I'd be embarrassed to call you my colleague."

"Hey, don't say that—I really think it's possible!" Wang Tong said excitedly.

"Get to work. Tidy up. That person will be here this afternoon, and then you'll get to see... the demons and monsters you're so eager to meet." Zhao Longshou laughed heartily.

"Sigh, you old fossil, so stubborn. No wonder they say once people hit thirty-five, they can't accept new things."

"You don't understand. When you reach a certain age, you'll get it. And you'll realize how naive your younger self was." Zhao Longshou spoke with gravity.

...

"Li Yan?"

"Ah, Qi Yuan, what's up?"

"Yeah, I'm holding a wedding ceremony tomorrow. Remember to come."

"Ah? You're getting married?" On the other end of the phone, Li Yan was stunned.

At the same time, a faint jealousy stirred within her.

She envied Qi Yuan's good fortune.

Because of a cat, he'd become a major streamer, earning maybe a million a year, and even found a wife.

"Congratulations, congratulations..."

"The address is... I've got to notify the others."

"Wang Xu? I'm getting married... the wedding ceremony..."

"Ah? Tomorrow? I'll definitely take leave to come!"

"Wu Qi, are you coming to my wedding ceremony..."

"Doctor Zhong Niao, I'm having my wedding ceremony tomorrow..."

In the hospital, a woman in a doctor's uniform received a call from a patient, and for a moment, her mind went blank.

In an instant, a handsome face flashed through her mind.

"You... got married?" Zhong Niao asked, puzzled.

"Yeah!"

"Does she know about your mental issues? Qi Yuan, you can't... ruin another girl's life, understand?"

Zhong Niao's mind was in turmoil, her judgment already clouded. "There's nothing wrong with my mind," Qi Yuan said on the other end of the line, sounding a bit displeased.

A wedding ceremony needed some guests to make it lively.

But he had no family.

Neither Jin Si Que nor Xiao Jia had any family besides him.

So the banquet... couldn't even fill one table, which was rather pitiful.

That's why he thought of inviting more people.

"Fine." After asking a few questions, Zhong Niao felt quite conflicted.

After hanging up, she sat in her office, looking rather melancholy: "How can someone with a mental illness get married?

This is clearly ruining a girl's life!"

Zhong Niao felt a surge of indignation.

She had seen many such cases.

If she encountered one, it would leave a bad taste in her mouth.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into her head.

"Better to ruin me than someone else!"

The moment this thought appeared, Zhong Niao was startled, and her face flushed.

But then, she covered her head with a pained expression: "Should I change jobs? Spending too much time with a mentally ill person, I'm starting to show symptoms too.

Plus, with that dream... I haven't slept well in a long time."

...

In the room.

Qi Yuan looked at Ning Tao, who was dressed in a red gown, a hint of amazement in his eyes.

Accustomed to Ning Tao's black dress, seeing her in red for the first time was a different kind of charm.

If the black-dressed Ning Tao was cold and alluring, Jin Si Que was delicate and charming, then the red-dressed Ning Tao carried a touch of icy elegance.

Different attributes, yet all present in one person.

"Finished your call?" Ning Tao looked at Qi Yuan, sitting quietly.

"Yeah, I've notified everyone. Should be enough to fill a table, right?" The sense of ceremony still needed to be maintained.

"Then let's go get the marriage certificate with Xiao Jia," Ning Tao said, her breath like orchid.

"Mm... Since when did she become 'sister'?"

Before, when she was Jin Si Que, she used to call Xiao Jia "big sister."

"Your servant... prefers it." Ning Tao cast a sidelong glance at Qi Yuan, full of charm.

"I suspect you have multiple personality disorder, but I have no proof," Qi Yuan waved his hand.

In truth, he knew that Jin Si Que and Ning Tao were the same person.

This behavior wasn't two personalities coexisting in one body.

A more apt description would be performance, or rather, two forms.

If Jin Si Que wanted to be bolder, she would let Ning Tao come out.

The role of Jin Si Que then acted as a little sidekick.

"Your servant does not have multiple personality disorder," Ning Tao smiled. "Husband... let me test you."

"Oh?"

"Today, my left leg and right leg have different decorations.

The left leg is decorated by Jin Si Que; the right leg is decorated by your servant.

Husband, guess what decorations the left and right legs are respectively."

As Ning Tao spoke, she sat upright, her legs together, covered tightly by the long red dress.

"Left... Jin Si Que? Hmm... white stockings?" Qi Yuan guessed.

White stockings suited Jin Si Que's style.

"Husband... you guessed wrong."

Then, Ning Tao pulled the hem of her skirt upward, revealing the slender, well-proportioned legs of a young girl beneath the tightly wrapped fabric.

Black stockings clung tightly to her legs, the edge pulled up to the top of her thighs. Perhaps the stockings were a bit tight, leaving faint marks on the flesh of her thighs.

"Jin Si Que said that husband likes this."

As Ning Tao spoke, her long, jade-like leg also rested on Qi Yuan's lap.

Five tender, white toes curled within the black stockings, delicate and lovely, like white jade.

Ning Tao's left foot pressed against Qi Yuan's lower abdomen, a playful expression on her face.

"I won't guess wrong on the right—definitely white stockings!"

Since Jin Si Que chose black stockings, then Ning Tao would surely choose white.

"Husband guessed half right," Ning Tao said with a smile.

"Could it be nude stockings?"

"No..." Ning Tao said, then pulled up the hem of her right skirt.

"...I really did guess half right."

On the other side, there were no stockings at all.

Ning Tao's legs were excessively white, with a sickly beauty; her toes pressed together, like tender lotus roots.

Without white stockings, they were even more exquisite than with them.

"Husband... do you like it?" Ning Tao was still bold.

If it were Jin Si Que, such words would never be spoken.

As Ning Tao spoke, her bare foot reached toward Qi Yuan's palm.

Qi Yuan instinctively grasped it.

Delicate and petite Ning Tao's feet were naturally small, like a work of art, fitting perfectly in Qi Yuan's hand as he gently caressed them.

Ning Tao's face flushed slightly, a layer of mist forming in her eyes.

"Husband... if we wait until after getting the certificate to do everything, wouldn't that be a bit... rushed?"

She leaned close to Qi Yuan, her entire body settling onto his lap, the red dress draping over his thighs.

Her seductive eyes surveyed Qi Yuan, her vermilion lips slightly pursed, bare-faced yet coldly beautiful as snow.

“Ah?”

Ning Tao’s thighs—one smooth as jade, like the finest silk in the world, the other textured with black stockings.

She felt both anticipation and shyness, yet boldly declared, “What the canary dares not do, I will!”

As her words fell, the girl’s warm vermilion lips drew near.

“Mm…” At this moment, Qi Yuan was unusually calm—or rather, not calm at all.

His hand, unbidden, slipped past the hem of her skirt and gently lifted Ning Tao into his arms.

A sly glint flickered in Ning Tao’s eyes. “How about… we get the marriage certificate a little later?”

“What you say… makes some sense.” Without hesitation, Qi Yuan savored, claimed, and made up for what he and the canary had left undone.

Nine Coiled Mountain, within the illusion—the pain of the past was all but smoke.

Now, this alone was worth cherishing.

Clothes slipped away, the long dress torn, and for a moment, boundless allure reigned.

“Husband, you’re not quite up to it—how about letting me… let me wear the black dress?”

“Blood beads… gently…”

…

“It’s almost dark—when will this person come?”

Wang Tong sat in her new office, feeling utterly bored.

It was supposed to be afternoon, yet dusk was falling.

“Stop complaining. I asked the boss; he said that person hasn’t come. We’ll just work here from now on until he shows up to get the marriage certificate.” Zhao Longshou put down his newspaper, utterly unruffled.

What difference did it make where they worked?

This place was even more leisurely.

After all, nowhere offered a promotion anyway.

“Then I hope he never comes—this place is perfect for slacking off,” Wang Tong said excitedly.

Of course, she was just daydreaming; that was impossible.

Just then, a message suddenly came through.

Wang Tong’s expression shifted. “He’s here!”

Zhao Longshou quickly rose, his demeanor turning serious.

“Remember, take the simplified route—just take a photo, then issue the certificate!” Zhao Longshou reiterated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle the photo!” Wang Tong waved cheerfully.

Today, she might just get a taste of some powerful family’s gossip.

Zhao Longshou nodded.

Wang Tong would take the photo; he would paste it onto the marriage certificate.

That simple.

As for the stamp, it was already done.

All other procedures were waived.

“Brother Zhao, bye-bye!” Wang Tong waved as she walked out of the office.

No sooner had she stepped outside than she spotted a middle-aged man.

He was impeccably dressed, with a strong military bearing—clearly of distinguished origin.

Him?

Wang Tong squinted, about to greet him, when she heard him speak.

“Mr. Qi has already entered the photo room. Go take their picture—and remember, don’t say a word!” This man was naturally Huan.

“Got it!” Wang Tong nodded, though inwardly she was startled.

This man already seemed extraordinary, yet he referred to the person inside as Mr. Qi—that man must wield immense power.

With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, Wang Tong entered the photo room.

“Comrade, sorry to trouble you.”

A young, pleasant voice rang out.

Wang Tong saw the newcomer and immediately lowered her head, afraid to look too long, her heart racing.

He was far too handsome.

Wasn’t this the face of a tycoon CEO from a TV drama?

“The canary and I are ready—we’re just waiting for you.”

“Coming right away.” Wang Tong kept her head down, not daring to look up.

Still, she vaguely noticed that on either side of this Mr. Qi stood two women with exquisite figures.

One wore a black dress; the other seemed to be in a red wedding gown.

This puzzled Wang Tong.

Why were the two wives dressed so differently?

Puzzled as she was, she didn’t voice the question.

She entered with her head down and walked over to the set-up camera.

Only then did she dare to take a proper look at the three before her.

They sat in a row.

When she saw the girl in the black dress, Wang Tong’s eyes flashed with awe.

Another day of envying the powerful.

She was far too beautiful.

At that moment, the canary clung tightly to Qi Yuan’s arm, her lovely eyes holding what seemed like a springtime glow.

A blush crept up to her earlobes, as if she were shy.

Of course, compared to before, this blush was nothing.

Wang Tong shifted her gaze to the face of the woman in the red wedding gown.

She blinked.

Then she took off her glasses and wiped them.

She… stood there dumbfounded, her mind a blank.

She stared ahead and, as if possessed, asked, "Mr. Qi, what about the other wife?"

"Both are here. The others... well, up in the sky."

"???" Wang Tong was a bit confused, but still asked cautiously, "I mean the one in the red wedding dress just now."

"That's her." Qi Yuan held Xiao Jia's cold hand.

"Huh?" Wang Tong was utterly baffled.

A wedding dress... what the hell?

This man married a wedding dress as his wife?

And then, something even more mind-shattering happened.

The wedding dress seemed to lean closer to Mr. Qi, and its sleeve even adjusted its own collar.

This... wedding dress... was... a demon, right?

Her heart pounded, nearly leaping into her throat.

Damn... spiritual energy really was reviving!

Even wedding dresses had become spirits, and they were getting married!

Folks, I can't hold it together anymore.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess, like a knotted rope.

Still, she forced herself to calm down and take photos.

At that moment, she really wanted to give Mr. Qi a thumbs-up.

The elite were the elite—they even married wedding dresses!

Meanwhile, in the office.

Zhao Longshou frowned, a strange look in his eyes.

"What is all this? One person... two names. Even the ID card needs an extra line. The elite are the elite."

"And this one's even more absurd. The race field says 'Wedding Dress Royalty.' Since when did our Qinyuan Kingdom have such a race?"

Zhao Longshou complained wildly in his mind.

But he dared not show any dissatisfaction.

Even so absurd, this information could still be entered into the system.

He knew that in their system, such information couldn't be filled in randomly.

And it was all selection-based.

For example, the races were only those listed; you could only check a box.

That was the rule from the head office.

But now, it could actually be customized.

How could he not be shocked?

This system belonged to the head office.

This directly opened a new race for Qinyuan Kingdom!

The other party had such privileges, which meant... well, they definitely had connections at the head office.

"Could it be... the Seven Martial Star family?

No, the Seven Martial Star family did have such authority, but they would never do something like this—it was too much trouble.

Two wives, so what if he married them?"

Zhao Longshou was utterly puzzled.

Now, everything was ready, just waiting for Wang Tong to bring the electronic and paper copies of the photos.

One to enter into the system, the other to paste on the marriage certificate and ID card.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached.

Zhao Longshou looked up and saw Wang Tong, panting and anxious.

Zhao Longshou frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Brother Zhao, do you know what Mr. Qi's wife is?"

"Huh?" Zhao Longshou was a bit confused.

"It's a wedding dress!" Wang Tong said seriously. After speaking, she muttered to herself, as if losing her mind.

"Huh?" Zhao Longshou paused, then laughed. "These elites sure know how to have fun. Marrying a piece of clothing and even getting a marriage certificate.

Ah, but it's normal.

A while back, a shut-in came in carrying an inflatable doll, insisting on getting a marriage certificate. We had a good laugh back then."

"Brother Zhao, it's not an ordinary wedding dress. It's a spirit—it can walk!" Wang Tong said excitedly.

As she spoke, she showed Zhao Longshou the photos she had taken.

"Look, this is the wedding dress. Her name is Xiao Jia. She's very gentle!"

"??? You're not messing with me, are you?" Zhao Longshou looked skeptical.

"If I'm lying to you, may I get hit by a car and die the moment I step outside.

Hahaha, spiritual energy is reviving. It really is reviving!" Wang Tong was ecstatic, laughing foolishly for a moment, then a look of disappointment crept over her face.

What did spiritual energy revival have to do with a nobody like her?

Was it a blessing or a curse?

Suddenly, she thought of Qi Yuan, and a bold idea arose in her heart: "Can he lead me into the supernatural?"

But then she grew desperate. She was just a small fry—why would anyone help her?

"I think you've lost your mind. How could a wedding dress become a spirit?" Zhao Longshou still didn't believe it.

Just then, footsteps echoed.

A voice came through.

"Is our marriage certificate ready? We want to take a photo and post a video."

When he saw the person arriving, Zhao Longshou was completely stunned. His worldview shattered in that moment.

Really... a wedding dress had become a spirit?

How was that possible?