Chapter 471: Giving Birth or Not?

Three days before the wedding, Sang Zhe returned home with Little Ying, Aunt Yu, and Little Ying’s parents.

Bai Ming generously let the couple stay in the luxurious house he bought next to the Sang residence. Perhaps it was their first time seeing such opulence, Zhang Quanzhi and his wife were visibly nervous upon moving in.

“Is, is this house truly for us?”

“It’s too big… It would be too empty for just the two of us.”

So Bai Ming waved her hand again and directly bought over a hundred servants and maids.

This move frightened Zhang Quanzhi and his wife into silence, scared that if they uttered a word about wanting to become emperor, this woman would build them a palace on the spot.

Meanwhile, Sang Zhe couldn’t even check on Si Jingzhu, who hadn’t left her room for the past seven or eight days.

Many members of various sects had begun to arrive after receiving their invitation letters.

Although there were still a few days until the wedding, some families, due to the long journey, set off the day they got the invitation, with the faster ones arriving early.

Sang Zhe had no choice but to keep receiving and accommodating the guests.

At first, it was manageable with a couple of families, but soon the number of sects and families grew exponentially, causing Sang Zhe to once again seek Bai Ming’s help.

Bai Ming chose the most hassle-free solution.

… She bought the entire town at the foot of the branch company.

That very night, the Floating Splendor Commerce sent a construction team to renovate every house in the town, turning even the simplest of homes into spacious, comfortable, stylish residences.

Every resident in the town received generous compensation, and Bai Ming even promised that once the wedding was over, they could return to their newly renovated homes. It was like getting a free upgrade to a bigger house.

Naturally, the townsfolk were all overjoyed, wishing this kind-hearted benefactor would take in a few more concubines.

The construction team Bai Ming hired was quite special—made up of cultivators.

Under normal circumstances, proud cultivators wouldn’t want to get their hands dirty with construction work, which is usually outsourced to the common folk.

But Bai Ming’s offer was simply too generous.

With such high rewards, a team of cultivators was willing to take on the job and successfully completed the renovation of over seven hundred houses in just a day and a night according to Bai Ming’s specifications.

After the renovations, the entire town was expanded four or five times larger than before, and per Bai Ming’s request, the town was officially renamed.

It was now called Zhe Sang Town.

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External matters were manageable, with Bai Ming handling everything that could be solved with money.

However, the responsibility of receiving guests, arranging the wedding, and planning the schedule fell to the Sang family.

In the three days leading up to the wedding, the entire Sang family was busier than ever.

Tang Yubbing, already burdened with duties from both the Demon Cultivators and the Sang family, found herself busier than before. Thankfully, Long Huan was able to help a bit; otherwise, relying on Hua Jianglian, that unreliable sect leader, would have been a disaster.

Yan Rouwan and Shi Qingyan were also busy; they had to manage the guests while simultaneously overseeing the wedding preparations.

With such a large number of guests, minor frictions arose frequently, and Meng Qiyan and the Heavenly Punishment Department employees were busy from dawn till dusk.

As for Master Yu Xia? Let’s just say she was glued to Zhang Xiaoying, ensuring her safety.

Everyone was working at a high intensity, to the point that even Hua Jianglian, usually only called upon occasionally, was feeling overwhelmed and plopped down in frustration.

“Wait, who invited so many people? Did we really send out that many invitations initially?”

“There weren’t many invitations sent out initially.”

Tang Yubbing was looking over the guest list while sighing: “But don’t forget, our Demon Cultivators just became a new Holy Land.”

“Before us, the three major Holy Lands were practically isolated and seldom contacted outsiders. Even when the new emperor of the Holy Kingdom ascended, he only invited those above the Crossing Tribulation Stage.”

“And this time, we’re accepting everyone, so naturally, many forces want to curry favor with us.”

Hua Jianglian rolled her eyes.

“A bunch of opportunistic jerks. When Demon Cultivators weren’t a Holy Land, they were screaming to hunt us down, painting us as the worst criminals imaginable.”

“And now, they’re all rushing to butter us up. I seriously don’t get why Sang Zhe agreed to this come-one-come-all wedding.”

Tang Yubbing thought for a moment and shook her head.

“I think… Sang Zhe probably wants to use this opportunity for something.”

Hua Jianglian blinked in curiosity.

“Let’s not get into that now.”

Tang Yubbing tossed a stack of documents to Hua Jianglian. “These are from the reputable sects with Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivators. Go over them.”

“Ugh…”

Hua Jianglian shrunk her head in despair. “You already read through them, why should I?”

“You’re the sect leader!”

Tang Yubbing shot her an annoyed glare. “Can’t you just help out a little?”

Hua Jianglian turned serious and patted Tang Yubbing on the shoulder. “Little Tang, based on your hard work, outstanding skills, and contribution to the company, I officially pass the title of Demon Cultivators Sect Leader to—”

“I don’t want it.”

Tang Yubbing didn’t give her the chance to finish, huffing as she shook off her hand. “If you want to shift the blame, just toss it to Sang Zhe. I’m not taking that lousy job.”

Hua Jianglian’s eyes lit up.

“Right!”

“That kid’s already at the Great Ascension Stage, stronger than me! If I just pass the sect leader position to him, I can spend all my days at home reading manga and slacking off!”

As Tang Yubbing was about to say something, Hua Jianglian already crossed her arms dramatically.

“Great, it’s decided.”

Tang Yubbing: “…”

But actually, Sang Zhe was also quite busy.

“Sang Ge!”

“Sang Teacher!”

Seeing the familiar, enthusiastic young faces in front of him, Sang Zhe couldn’t help but smile:

“Xiang Zimo? Young Master Cao? You guys from Class One, what are you doing here?”

“Once a teacher, always a father.”

With a bold grin, Young Master Cao sidled up to Sang Zhe and exclaimed, “Since our teacher Sang is getting married, that means we’ll have a new mom, right?”

“Quick, where’s my mom? Let the students see—”

Before he could finish, Sang Zhe smacked him on the head.

“Scram. Our kid isn’t accepting the original batch.”