NOVEL NEXT Chapter 461: W-wedding?!
"Whoa, Elder Turner, why do you look so pale?
Have I been out on dates too much lately, leaving you with too much work and exhausting you?" Sylvia asked, noticing Elder Turner's blank stare, his haggard expression, and the way he seemed on the verge of tears, looking utterly defeated.
She casually pulled out a small wooden box and tossed it to Elder Turner. "This is an Epic-level Spirit Focus Elixir. It's great for restoring energy and purifying the soul. You've been working too hard these past few days, so take it and recover."
"Th-thank you, my Lady," Elder Turner stammered.
Normally, if the goddess showed such care for her subordinates and even gifted such a valuable artifact, Elder Turner would be overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement. But right now, even though he respectfully accepted the elixir, his face still looked like he was about to cry, as if he had no tears left to shed.
"Hmm? Could it be that Elder Turner has some hidden ailment that even the Spirit Focus Elixir can't cure?" Sylvia asked, puzzled. It was the first time she'd seen Elder Turner with such a strange expression.
"Ahem, I think you might be misunderstanding something, dear," Timothy chimed in with a chuckle. "Maybe what's really tiring Elder Turner out isn't his body."
"Not his body?"
"Exactly. I think what's really wearing him down is... his heart."
Sylvia: "Huh???"
"Are you saying that Elder Turner, at over 400 years old and still single, is feeling lonely, and that's why he's like this?"
"Well, maybe... but that's not the whole story."
"Pfft."
Each line of their conversation felt like a dagger stabbing into Elder Turner's heart.
'It's bad enough being single in front of the goddess, but do they have to rub it in like this?' Elder Turner could only scream internally, unable to voice his suffering.
"Alright, enough about that. There's something more important right now," Timothy said, gently nudging Sylvia forward with a hint of excitement.
"Oh, you mean that? Ahem, yes, I suppose it's about time," Sylvia replied, coughing lightly, but there was a clear smile of anticipation on her face.
The two of them took off hand-in-hand, leaving behind a devastated Elder Turner, who looked like he might cough up blood at any moment, and a group of disciples standing there, utterly dumbfounded.
Sure, they had seen the goddess personally bring Timothy lemon tea before, showing their affection in small ways. But this? Walking hand-in-hand, openly displaying their sweet relationship? Even though it had been official for a while, this was the first time they'd seen such a public display!
"Damn you, Brother Timothy! I can't take this anymore!"
"I refuse to believe it! As long as the goddess hasn't mentioned anything about a wedding, there's still a chance..."
"But didn't the goddess just hint at something earlier? Could it be... they're planning the wedding?"
"N-no way... Maybe they were talking about breaking up?"
"Does the goddess look like someone who's about to break up?"
"இAஇ!"
The disciples' imaginations ran wild, completely unaware that back at the Sky Sanctuary, Sylvia had already pulled out a Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll she had prepared long ago.
This Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll was made from spirit bamboo that had grown for over a hundred years on Ink Saint Mountain, refined with golden threads. Each scroll was incredibly precious, brimming with spiritual energy, and would last for millennia.
For many sects, obtaining even one Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll was a monumental effort, something they would use to record their most secret techniques, ensuring they could be passed down for generations.
But Sylvia had prepared over a thousand of these priceless scrolls, all to be used as wedding invitations.
From the most renowned sanctuaries and sacred lands to the top sects known throughout the world, everyone would receive a Golden Silk Bamboo Scroll.
The sheer number and scale of the invitations made it hard to imagine just how grand this wedding would be. It was likely that no event in history could compare to the spectacle that was about to unfold.
However, there was one small problem.
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As Sylvia stared at the mountain of Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls in front of her, she seemed to be lost in thought.
With so many Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls prepared, writing them all out was going to be a monumental task. If Sylvia had to do it alone, who knew how long it would take? Even with Timothy helping, it would only speed things up a little.
Unless... they could recruit a few more hands!
Of course, these helpers couldn't just be anyone. They needed to have high enough cultivation and status to ensure that the spiritual energy flowed through their writing. On top of that, they had to be trustworthy and discreet.
As Timothy and Sylvia exchanged a glance, they instantly knew what the other was thinking.
Azura and Holy Maiden Aeliana—one was the Dragon King with the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, and the other was a Holy Maiden at the level of a Holy Emperor. In every way, this pair—a person and a dragon—were the perfect candidates.
"Azura, come here," Timothy called out with a wave of his hand toward the entrance of the hall.
Whoosh.
In no time, a small figure with dragon horns darted into the Sky Sanctuary, flying in with a sense of urgency.
"Why did you call me all of a sudden? What's going on? Is there Golden Scale Dragon Carp to eat?" Azura asked excitedly, her eyes darting around the hall, searching for food.
"All you think about is eating. You little glutton," Timothy said with a laugh, giving her a light tap on the head.
But soon, a sly smile crept onto his face.
"I've got something really important to tell you. If you complete this task perfectly, there will be endless amounts of delicious food waiting for you in a few days."
"Really?!" Azura's eyes lit up, sparkling like stars at the promise of such a reward.
Timothy bent down and whispered in her ear, "All you need to do is head over to the Blooming Sanctuary and bring back Holy Maiden Aeliana to help with a small task."
"What task?" Azura asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Writing out the wedding invitations."
"W-wedding?!"
Even Azura, with all her boldness, was taken aback.