The sun rose above the mountains, casting golden light over a grand wedding ceremony taking place in the prestigious Vermilion Phoenix Sect.
Banners fluttered in the wind. Cultivators in ceremonial robes stood in neat rows. A heavenly zither played softly in the background. Everything was perfect—except for the incoming threat no one was prepared for.
Xiao Fan was coming.
Far above, standing on the back of a spirit beast shaped like a giant flying hand, Xiao Fan gazed down at the scene like a war god surveying the battlefield.
His robes fluttered dramatically. His hair swayed in the wind. His expression was calm. But deep inside?
He was excited.
"System," Xiao Fan whispered. "Activate Wedding Crasher Mode."
Ding!
> Wedding Crasher Mode Activated
Buff Applied: +300 Slap Speed, +100% Ego Crush Chance, +1 Dramatic Entrance Aura
The flying hand beast slapped its own forehead, as if questioning its existence, before descending rapidly.
Boom!
With a slap-like crash, Xiao Fan landed in the middle of the wedding hall, creating a shockwave that flipped tables, blew confetti everywhere, and caused several elders to cough up blood just from the pressure.
The music stopped. Silence. Everyone stared.
The bride—Fairy Lin Yue, the cold jade beauty known throughout five provinces—stood on the altar, confused.
The groom—Young Master Huo Long, heir to the Vermilion Phoenix Sect—pointed at Xiao Fan, his face twisted with anger.
"You dare interrupt my wedding?! Who are you?!"
Xiao Fan slowly raised his hand.
"Xiao Fan," he said calmly. "Sect Master of the Slap Ascension Sect. Here to slap the groom."
Gasps erupted.
One elder choked on his spiritual wine.
"That's him! The one who slapped his entire sect into submission!"
"He slapped a Grand Elder so hard his beard turned gray from trauma!"
"I heard he slapped a spirit beast into vegetarianism!"
Young Master Huo Long scoffed. "You think you can just walk in here and—"
SLAP!
Xiao Fan didn't wait.
He struck with such speed, the sound barrier cried. Huo Long's body flew backward, spiraling mid-air like a ragdoll in a divine washing machine. He crashed through seven pillars before landing in a punch bowl.
Ding!
> Quest Complete: Slap a Rival Sect Leader on their Wedding Day
Reward Gained: +10,000 EXP, +1 Fiancée Steal Token, +100 Public Humiliation Points
New Title Unlocked: Wedding Wrecker Supreme
Xiao Fan stood on the altar and turned to Fairy Lin Yue. She blinked at him, heart pounding—not from fear, but from the sheer absurdity of what had just happened.
"Do you…" she stammered. "Do you do this often?"
Xiao Fan offered her a smile so dazzling, three flower girls fainted.
"Only on special occasions. Also—"
He pulled out the Fiancée Steal Token, a golden ticket glowing with Dao light.
"This is legally binding in 32 cultivation provinces," he said. "You're mine now."
Before she could protest, a heavenly voice echoed from the sky.
"ENOUGH!"
The clouds parted. A middle-aged man in a majestic red robe descended on a flaming phoenix. His aura shook the earth.
Sect Master Huo Tian, father of the groom and known as one of the top ten flame cultivators in the Eastern Realms.
"You've embarrassed my sect, slapped my son, and stole his bride!" he bellowed.
Xiao Fan pointed lazily at him. "I've got a punch card. One more slap and I get a free milk tea."
"You mock me?!"
"I slap you."
SLAP!
The phoenix screamed as its master was slapped off it in a blazing arc, landing in the ceremonial cake.
Ding!
> Bonus Quest Complete: Slap a Top 10 Flame Cultivator
Reward: +3000 EXP, +Flameproof Slap Technique (Rare)
A disciple cried out in horror. "Sect Master!"
Another shouted, "He even slapped the phoenix mount!"
And indeed, the phoenix was now wearing a tiny towel on its head, sipping tea in a daze, having retired from battle midair.
Xiao Fan turned to the stunned wedding guests.
"This wedding is over," he announced. "New event: Dao of Slap Seminar."
He flicked his fingers, and a massive spiritual scroll unrolled mid-air, titled:
> "SLAP DAO MANIFESTO: How to Cultivate Through Public Humiliation and Palm Techniques"
"Attendance is mandatory," Xiao Fan declared. "Participation earns slap points. Resistance earns... well, you already know."
The guests began scribbling notes. Even elders found themselves nodding in awe.
"This... this is revolutionary."
"His palm... his technique... it's flawless."
Fairy Lin Yue stepped forward, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her icy gaze melted a little.
"So... now that I'm technically stolen... what now?"
Xiao Fan smirked. "Now? You become the first Elder of Slap Ascension Sect's Beauty Enforcement Department."
She blinked. "That's not a real—"
"It is now."
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Later That Night...
Back at Slap Ascension Sect, banners flew with a new slogan:
> "One Slap to Rule Them All. Two Slaps to Make Them Cry."
Xiao Fan stood atop the sect gate, gazing at the stars.
Behind him, the Grand Elder approached. "Young—no, Sect Master... we have a problem."
"Another wedding?"
"No… worse. A letter just arrived."
He handed Xiao Fan a scroll sealed in cosmic ice. As Xiao Fan opened it, his eyes narrowed.
> *To Xiao Fan,
We have watched your rise with interest. You humiliate sects, steal brides, and wield the Slap Dao.
We are the Elders of the Heavenly Etiquette Alliance.
Your actions threaten the balance of decorum.
Cease now—or prepare to be eradicated.*
— Elder Manners, Etiquette Division Supreme*
Xiao Fan crumpled the scroll, grinning.
"Looks like the fun's just beginning."