Chapter 1550: That Blue Robe
In the following days.
Yi Feng traversed the vast galaxy, arriving amidst a myriad of dazzling stars.
These planets were either barren and desolate, or teeming with life, some flourishing with civilization, others wild and untamed.
Yi Feng passed through mountains and rivers, dense primeval forests, and even ventured into the depths of magma-filled seas.
His footprints covered dozens of planets, hundreds of towns, and thousands of villages.
Along the way, he reunited with many old friends and heard countless tales of their past.
In the southern part of the galaxy, on an unremarkable star.
Yi Feng met the alchemy master who had once researched poisons for the great war.
For the sake of the war, this alchemy master had spared no effort, even going so far as to test poisons on himself.
This subjected him to endless pain and torment.
In the end, the accumulated toxins in his body became too much for his cultivation to suppress, transforming him into a Celestial Calamity Poison Body.
The Celestial Calamity Poison Body was widely recognized as a harbinger of disaster.
It would continuously release potent toxins into the surroundings, causing all living beings in the vicinity to perish.
The poisonous aura emitted by the Celestial Calamity Poison Body would grow increasingly intense, affecting an ever-expanding area.
This calamitous constitution could undoubtedly lead to the destruction of an entire planet.
He had considered ending his own life.
But even if he committed suicide, the toxins within his body would still spread.
The Celestial Calamity Poison Body might even take control of his corpse, spreading poison everywhere, triggering an even more terrifying disaster.
To avoid harming the living beings on this planet.
The alchemy master had no choice but to endure endless torment, sealing himself in the deepest part of the ocean.
It was a desperate measure, but the only thing he could do.
Even though he had minimized the damage, the area within thousands of miles of that sea remained devoid of any living creatures.
On another planet, Yi Feng met the former Fist Saint.
This was a man obsessed with the art of fist fighting.
He had practiced fist techniques since childhood, mastering various styles.
He never used weapons, relying solely on his fists in battle.
The reason he didn't use weapons was that his fists were as strong as the most indestructible divine weapons.
The force of his punches could crush mountains and split rivers.
Yet, despite his immense power, he had lost his most prized possession—his arms and fists—during the great war. Even with bone regeneration, they were useless.
Since then.
He had secluded himself in a deserted, abandoned village, never to recover.
On another planet that was once vibrant with life, Yi Feng found only endless desolation.
Not just desolation, but an eerie, bone-chilling atmosphere.
The black-red soil was littered with broken limbs, scattered bones, and various weapons.
There was no sign of life, and compared to its former prosperity, Yi Feng felt an overwhelming sense of melancholy.
He remembered that the black soil beneath his feet was once paved with blue stone slabs, and this place had been a bustling, wealthy city.
The streets were filled with carriages and people, and the markets were brimming with a dazzling array of goods.
But now, only desolation and death remained.
Having traveled through many places and witnessed countless scenes.
Yi Feng continuously brought an end to tragedies, revitalizing the planets.
He gave his former comrades a new lease on life.
This was a journey of redemption.
The objects of redemption were not just the people and planets in dire straits, but also Yi Feng's own heart.
Yi Feng's heavy heart gradually lightened with each reunion.
The past cannot be changed, but the future is still within reach.
Let the past and its regrets drift away with the wind, and cherish the brighter days ahead.
This was what Yi Feng told his old friends, and what he reminded himself.
As he finished distributing the invitations, the weight of regret in Yi Feng's heart finally lifted.
At this moment.
He felt the breeze against his face was gentler, and the lingering sunlight warmer.
Yi Feng couldn't remember how long it had been...
The last time he enjoyed peace and tranquility seemed to be back in Pingjiang City.
"Ah..."
Yi Feng let out a long sigh, releasing the pent-up emotions in his heart.
At this moment, he felt refreshed and light.
He stepped forward, quickly disappearing into the galaxy.
Hua City.
The brightly decorated Situ Manor.
The crimson lanterns exuded festivity, and the vibrant banners fluttered in the wind.
The entire Situ Manor was filled with laughter and joy.
Everyone's eyes sparkled with barely concealed smiles, creating an atmosphere of happiness and harmony.
Yi Feng stepped over the threshold of the main gate, strolling leisurely into the manor.
The day after tomorrow was Cangsheng's wedding, and Yi Feng wanted everything to be perfect.
So, as soon as he returned, he began inspecting every detail, checking if anything needed adjustment.
The servants of the Situ family were extremely busy.
They had never seen the family head pay such close attention to any event before, so they dared not slack off.
During Yi Feng's absence, Situ Taili had personally overseen everything.
His dedication to the young couple's wedding was evident.
Yi Feng, with a warm smile, walked through the corridors and courtyards, hands clasped behind his back.
Although everyone had put in great effort to decorate, each person had their own idea of perfection.
Yi Feng was no exception. He felt there were too few "double happiness" characters in the manor.
So, he asked the steward to bring him brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and personally wrote the "double happiness" characters in cinnabar.
He wrote with fervor, while several maids stood by, cutting the paper with golden scissors.
This drew the attention of many Situ family members, who admired Yi Feng's beautiful calligraphy.
After writing the characters, Yi Feng took the maids to paste them around the manor.
"This one is a bit crooked, move it a little to the right."
"Put one on the window too."
After finishing, Yi Feng felt that his earlier calligraphy session hadn't fully satisfied him.
So, he returned to the backyard to grind more ink, preparing to write a couplet for the young couple.
Everyone gathered around again.
They watched intently, eager to see Yi Feng's calligraphy and literary talent.
With fluid strokes, Yi Feng wrote a couplet as if dancing with the brush.
The first line: No need for a jade pestle or a thousand gold dowry.
The second line: Already bound by a red thread at both ends.
The horizontal scroll: Joyful union in marriage.
Yi Feng's characters were bold and powerful, like iron strokes and silver hooks, earning continuous praise from the onlookers.
"Steward, please take this couplet and paste it in the wedding chamber. Also, call Cangsheng over and tell him I've returned and am waiting for him in the courtyard."
"Certainly, Mr. Yi," the steward replied respectfully before leaving.
Yi Feng finally had a moment to relax, sipping tea and watching the clouds drift by.
A short while later.
Cangsheng, dressed in a blue robe, arrived excitedly.
As the wedding day approached, Cangsheng's anxiety grew.
He had been worried that Yi Feng wouldn't make it back in time for his wedding, unable to officiate.
Hearing that Yi Feng had returned, Cangsheng felt genuine joy and relief.
"Brother Yi Feng, you're finally back!"
Cangsheng rushed over with a beaming smile, his spirits lifted by the joyous occasion.
Yi Feng looked at Cangsheng, momentarily lost in thought.
Then, he smiled and nodded repeatedly.
In just a few days, Cangsheng's demeanor and attire had significantly improved.
It seemed Situ Qingyi was indeed a skilled partner, adept at managing the household.
The reason for Yi Feng's momentary distraction was that Cangsheng's blue robe reminded him of Cangsheng's ancestor.
Back when they had first met, that blue robe had been worn by a man who carried a sword and roamed the world.