C454 Become Holy Maiden

The sky was clear and it was easy to travel.

After thirty years, the Shang family finally carried out the Rites of Heaven.

The high altar was covered with flowers, and the red carpet stretched from the steps of the altar all the way to the door of the Saintess' Pavilion.

The ancient and heavy doors of the Saintess Pavilion slowly opened, and Xie Qingrong, dressed in her white Holy Maiden attire, slowly walked out.

The two children held flower baskets in their hands, walking on the red carpet with Xie Qingrong while sprinkling the flower petals from the baskets on Xie Qingrong's head.

The white skirt extended from the back.

Xie Qingrong crossed her hands in front of her stomach, and solemnly walked towards the red carpet.

Until they reached the altar steps.

The previous Holy Maiden, Shang Zhiqing, was dressed in a different set of Holy Maiden attire as she waited for Xie Qingrong at the edge of the stairs.

Xie Qingrong placed the white glove on top of Shang Zhiqing's hand. Shang Zhiqing exerted a little more strength, and held onto Xie Qingrong's hand, pulling her up the stairs.

The two of them walked slowly and solemnly on ten steps that were neither too high nor too low.

The ten Elders were already waiting on the altar.

The people surrounding the altar were all members of the Shang family.

The Rites of Heavenly Worship, such a solemn and grand occasion, all the members of the Shang family were present, even Shang Wuying who had no relation with the Shang family was present.

It was as if he had expected this and looked at the two of them walking down the stairs.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

Shang Huaiyue, who was standing beside Shang Wuying, suddenly whispered when she saw the smile on the corner of her mouth: "When did you come back?"

"Two hours ago. If it wasn't for mother breaking the letter to me, I wouldn't know that love would have already given the position of Holy Maiden to Rong. " Shang Wuying focused on the two people on the stairs as he answered Shang Huaiyue's question.

Shang Wuying was well aware of how dirty the Shang family was.

He originally thought that Shang Zhiqing would still be able to become the Holy Maiden for a period of time, but he didn't expect that these old fellows wouldn't even be able to wait for that little bit of time.

But maybe it wasn't these old guys, it was just love acting on its own.

The things that love has carried with it all these years are really too heavy.

Carrying every hope and disappointment, to be able to hold on until now was not easy.

Under the Great Clan Elder's oath, Shang Zhiqing accurately put his own crown on Xie Qingrong's head, carefully putting it on, and only then, the entire ceremony could be considered as complete.

As for Shang Zhiqing, she succeeded and retreated, going down from the bottom of the stairs, Shen Haoxuan had already been waiting there for a long time.

Shang Zhiqing put her hand on Shen Haoxuan's hand, and smiled at Shen Haoxuan in a relaxed manner.

Shen Haoxuan tightly held onto Shang Zhiqing's hand.

His eyes were slightly red, and he was on the verge of tearing up.

"What's next will be my home ground." After Shang Zhiqing finished speaking softly, he dragged Shen Haoxuan through the crowd and arrived beside Shang Huaiyue.

Seeing Shang Wuying's arrival, she was slightly surprised, but after that, she understood.

Although Shang Wuying had already left the Shang clan long ago, the blood that flowed from Shang Wuying's body still belonged to the Shang clan. He was still of the Shang clan's bloodline.

It was impossible for a clan, which viewed the matter of inheritance and bloodline more important than any other clan, to give up on such a good seedling so easily.

After the Great Clan Elder finished reading the Holy Maiden's oath, he asked Xie Qingrong to repeat every single word.

Xie Qingrong held the metazoan flower in full bloom, and repeated the words "Holy Maiden" word by word. After he finished reciting, he showed the metazoan flower in her hands to everyone present.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the metazoan flower with fanaticism and infatuation.

This flower was their clan's flower, and also the inheritance that they had protected for generations. Back then, when Shang Zhiqing was young, he had brought the metazoan flower back from the dead, so she broke the rules and bestowed Shang Zhiqing with the title of Holy Maiden.

However, none of them expected that Shang Zhiqing's blood was actually pure, and was only able to revive him, not bring him into full bloom, and not even allowing him to reach the peak of her vitality.

Having experienced disappointment once a year, they had long since lost hope in the Holy Maiden. However, they had never thought that the Shang family would actually have a legacy in this world.

Next was giving names.

Xie Qingrong had officially changed her name to Shang Zhirong.

He wanted to use the name Shang Zhirong in the Shang family, but he could use the name Xie Qingrong outside.

Xie Qingrong had long gotten used to this name, and although she was a little against the name Shang Zhirong, she still could not accept it.

Holy Maiden Robe, Holy Maiden Crown, metazoan flower, the name of the merchant.

Everything was in place, except for the east wind.

He only needed to wait until the afternoon when he could light up the incense on the altar.

Once the incense was lit, Xie Qingrong would officially become the merchant's Holy Maiden.

The wait was very long, but everyone was quietly waiting. Not a single person complained or made any noise.

Xuanyuan Chen hid amongst the crowd and looked at the extremely eye-catching Xie Qingrong on the high altar, a trace of haze flashed past his eyes.

Actually, he did not wish for Xie Qingrong to appear in front of everyone with such a face.

These infatuated and fanatical eyes stared straight into Xie Qingrong's, he wanted to gouge them out completely.

However, a large part of the reason for Xie Qingrong's actions was for him. No matter how dissatisfied he was, she could only silently swallow it down.

Flames slowly bloomed in the red incense stick, wisps of green smoke rising into the air.

The incense was successfully lit, and the crowd burst into cheers.

With his back facing the ten elders, Xie Qingrong faced the crowd and faintly smiled. The metazoan flower in his hands were trembling under the gentle breeze, as well as the red petals.

It sounded like cheers and jumps of joy, but it also felt like honor.

The ceremony finally ended.

Xie Qingrong rubbed her sore shoulder, looking at Xuanyuan Chen who was sitting at the side as if nothing had happened, she could not help but complain: "So tired. It's even more tiring than getting married. "

Speaking of marriage, Xie Qingrong suddenly thought of the unforeseen circumstances of the wedding between her and Xuanyuan Chen, and a sense of grievance arose in her heart for no reason.

Even though Xuanyuan Chen was drinking tea, all of his attention was concentrated on Xie Qingrong;

Immediately, he saw through the grievances in Xie Qingrong's heart, and laughed: "A Rong, wait until after this battle ends, we will get married again."

This time, it was no longer a simple wedding.

Instead, it was ten li of red makeup, the same as the heavens and the earth.

Imagining Xie Qingrong dressed in red, Xuanyuan Chen could not help but narrow his eyes.

It would definitely be a few times more beautiful than today.

Today, she solemnly and elegantly held the metazoan flower, her eyebrows indifferent and cold, her white saint robe fluttering in the wind, leaving an unerasable mark in his heart.

It was as if at that moment, Xie Qingrong was the king who looked down upon the world, and he was the citizen kneeling at her feet who submitted to her.

After Xie Qingrong finished speaking, she did not hear a response from Xuanyuan Chen for a long time. She could not help but be somewhat suspicious as she looked at Xuanyuan Chen.

The smile on Xuanyuan Chen's face was extremely strange, as if he was daydreaming about something strange.