Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 161 - The Wedding of Ten Thousand Witnesses

The morning sun cast golden rays across the sprawling mountain range that housed the imperial capital, but today the natural beauty was overshadowed by sothing far more magnificent. From every direction—north, south, east, and west—streams of people flowed toward the central peaks like tributaries feeding a mighty river.

The sight was breathtaking in its sheer scale.

Cultivators soared through the sky on flying swords, their robes billowing in the wind as they approached in orderly formations. Sect banners fluttered behind them—Azure Dragon Sect, Blood Moon Valley, and dozens of smaller organizations that had pledged allegiance to the new emperor.

Below them, caravans of horse-drawn carriages wound up mountain paths, their wheels creaking under the weight of gifts and tribute.

But most remarkable of all were the common people.

Farrs who had never traveled beyond their village borders walked alongside their families, children perched on shoulders, eyes wide with wonder. rchants had closed their shops for the day, joining the pilgrimage with their goods strapped to their backs. Even beggars and street sweepers had sohow managed to make the journey, drawn by the unprecedented invitation that had literally fallen from the sky.

"Ma, look at that!" A young boy pointed excitedly at a group of Foundation Establishnt cultivators gliding overhead. "They’re flying! Actually flying!"

His mother, a simple rice farr’s wife, clutched her husband’s arm tightly. "I can’t believe we’re really here, Li Wei. An emperor’s wedding... our little Xiao’er will be able to tell his grandchildren about this day."

"Four wives at once," muttered an old rchant, shaking his grizzled head in amazent. "In all my sixty years, I’ve never heard of such a thing. Even the ancient legends speak of emperors taking concubines one by one, not..."

"Not like this," finished his companion, a traveling scholar whose robes marked him as educated. "This Emperor Tianlong... he’s different from any ruler in recorded history."

As the massive crowds approached the base of the mountain complex, they encountered sothing that stopped them in their tracks entirely.

Scattered across the landscape—covering nearly ten miles in every direction—were hundreds of small, do-shaped structures that glowed with soft pink light. Each was perfectly round, no larger than a modest room, with walls that shimred like soap bubbles yet held their shape with impossible stability.

"What in heaven’s na are those?" whispered a sect elder, his Nascent Soul senses detecting powerful spatial formations emanating from each structure.

Before anyone could speculate further, the doors of the nearest do opened with a gentle chi, revealing an interior that defied all logic. The small external structure sohow contained a spacious restaurant, complete with elegant tables, comfortable seating, and most amazingly, a familiar pink-haired figure standing behind a counter laden with foods none of them had ever seen before.

"Welco, honored guests!" Liora’s hologram called out cheerfully, her ethereal voice carrying clearly despite the crowds. "Please, co in and enjoy the Emperor’s hospitality!"

The first brave souls to enter found themselves in a culinary paradise unlike anything in the cultivation world. Steaming bowls of sothing called "ran" sat next to plates of perfectly grilled at that sizzled with aromatic spices. Strange round objects filled with savory ingredients—which Liora called "dumplings"—were arranged in neat rows alongside dishes of rice so perfectly cooked it seed to glow.

"This... this is incredible," breathed a young cultivator, taking his first bite of what Liora had identified as "beef stir-fry." The explosion of flavors across his tongue was unlike anything he’d experienced in decades of cultivation banquets. "How is this possible? The taste is so... complex, so rich!"

"Try this, honored sir," another hologram of Liora appeared beside him, offering a bowl of noodles in rich broth. "The Emperor calls it ’pork bone ran.’ He says it was a favorite from his holand."

Word spread quickly through the crowds as more people discovered the miraculous food stalls. What should have been a logistical nightmare—feeding potentially hundreds of thousands of visitors—had been solved through pure impossibility. Each do served unlimited quantities of food, the dishes appearing as quickly as they could be consud, all overseen by identical copies of the pink-haired spirit.

"Ma’am," a nervous farr’s wife approached one of the Lioras, "we... we don’t have money for such fine food. Surely this feast is ant for the cultivators and nobles?"

The hologram’s face lit up with a warm smile. "Every guest is equally welco here, honored mother. The Emperor’s decree was clear—all who witness his wedding shall feast as his personal guests. Please, take whatever you wish."

Tears stread down the woman’s weathered cheeks as she was handed a plate of foods her family could never have afforded. Around her, similar scenes played out as commoners found themselves treated with the sa courtesy as sect masters, their children running between tables with sticky fingers and bright smiles.

High above the festivities, Tianlong floated in the air with his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips as he surveyed the organized chaos below. The sight was even more impressive from this vantage point—ten miles of celebration stretching in every direction, countless dos glowing like fallen stars across the landscape.

[DING!]

The familiar blue interface materialized before him, displaying information that made his grin widen.

[Pleasure Palace Division Protocol: ACTIVE]

[Coverage Area: 10.2 miles radius]

[Active Sub-Domains: 847,291 individual food service locations]

[Harem Points Consud: 2,000 (One-ti setup cost)]

[Current Attendee Count: 1,247,832 individuals]

[Liora Hologram Instances: 847,291 (One per location)]

[Food Creation Rate: Unlimited (Desire-based manifestation)]

[Guest Satisfaction Rating: 99.7%]

’Nearly a million and a quarter people,’ Tianlong mused, watching as even more streams of visitors continued arriving. ’And this is just the beginning of the day.’

The system’s analysis was correct—the Pleasure Palace had proven to be far more versatile than he’d initially realized. Rather than being limited to a single dinsional space, it could fragnt itself into thousands of smaller domains, each one maintaining a connection to the core while operating independently. The beehive-like network allowed Liora’s consciousness to inhabit multiple instances simultaneously, managing an impossible workload with cheerful efficiency.

But perhaps most impressive was the food creation system itself. Unlike cultivation pills or spiritual treasures—which were beyond the realm of mortal desires—the Palace could manifest any cuisine from his mories with perfect accuracy. Every flavor, every texture, every aromatic compound recreated exactly as he rembered from his previous life.

"Incredible," he murmured, watching a group of children chase each other with what appeared to be ice cream cones—another delicacy that had never existed in this cultivation world until today. "Even I didn’t fully understand what this thing was capable of."

The sound of approaching qi signatures made him turn. Zhang Wuji materialized beside him in his characteristic blur of steel-gray motion, dropping to one knee in mid-air with practiced grace.

"Master," the legendary swordsman reported, "all major sects have arrived and taken their positions in the ceremonial viewing areas. The tribute offerings have been cataloged and stored. The wedding platform has been prepared according to your specifications."

Tianlong nodded, his attention still partially focused on the crowds below. "Any troublemakers?"

"A few minor disputes over seating arrangents among the smaller sects, but nothing that required direct intervention. The disciples have maintained order admirably." Zhang Wuji paused, then added with what might have been amusent, "Several sect leaders have requested the recipes for the foods being served. Apparently, the ’pizza’ has caused quite a sensation among the Blood Moon Valley elders."

"Pizza," Tianlong chuckled, rembering his decision to include that particular favorite from his old world. "Tell them the recipes are a wedding gift to the empire. Let every cook from here to the borders try to recreate them."

From below, fragnts of conversation drifted up through the morning air:

"—never tasted anything like it in my life—"

"—the Emperor must have traveled to distant realms to discover such delicacies—"

"—my children are eating better today than they have in years—"

"—truly, this is what it ans to rule with benevolence—"

The genuine joy in those voices struck sothing unexpectedly deep in Tianlong’s chest. These weren’t the calculated praises of courtiers or the fearful compliance of conquered subjects. These were people genuinely grateful to be included in sothing magnificent, common farrs and rchants experiencing luxury they’d never dread possible.

’M most of them will die in a few years after completing their age...’ he wondered, then imdiately dismissed the thought. Given, most probably who will live might just pass it down to the upcoming generation.

This wasn’t charity—it was a calculated display of power and resources that would cent his legend for generations to co.

As Reghi had thought to leave his children to rule here but naturally wanted to not let them beco the legend here, he needed to leave his own authenticity. Sothing that people rember—and what people rember is their desires.

The food that they had never tasted in their life. Sothing that was like a revolution. Like how an Emperor would never call lower people for his wedding, but he did.

So in case he returns here, rather than seeing him like a god, a cultivator whom they fear, they rember him as Emperor Tianlong who had once in his generation given the most unique kind of marriage feast and also, this was a gift to his wife, i.

"Master," Zhang Wuji’s voice interrupted his musings, "perhaps it’s ti to prepare for the ceremony? The brides have been in their preparation chambers since dawn."

Tianlong’s expression shifted, anticipation replacing the satisfied observation of his grand spectacle. Right—his wives. After everything that had led to this mont, he was finally about to officially wed all four of them in a ceremony that would make history.

"Yes," he agreed, beginning his descent toward the main palace complex. "Let’s see how beautiful they’ve made themselves for their emperor."