206: Chapter 206 The entire audience bowed in submission! We're from the same hometown, don't be afraid!

"Emperor Xia Wuji of Great Xia pays his respects to Emperor Yun!"

As this cry left Emperor Xia Wuji's mouth, the entire hall shook.

The spine of a Sixth Transformation Quasi-Emperor bent low, the hem of his Dark-Gold Imperial Robe trailing on the warm jade floor, the tassels of his Purple-Gold Crown hanging before his forehead.

The ruler of a nation performed such a grand salute before a hundred people, leaving himself no room for retreat.

Behind Yue Yihao, seven or eight Prodigies all bowed in unison.

No one notified them, no one gave an order; it was entirely instinctual.

The Great Xia Delegation was even more direct.

The elderly deputy envoy was the first to salute, prompting all the Prodigies behind him to follow suit.

Yue Qingxuan did something that caused everyone's minds to short-circuit.

Yue Qingxuan raised her right hand and, with extreme naturalness, took hold of Lu Chen's left arm.

It wasn't just a touch; she linked arms with him.

Her fingers locked onto his forearm as she leaned half a step closer to his side, her shoulder pressing against his upper arm.

Beneath her gold-and-purple dragon robe, that startling fullness brushed against his arm once, then again.

She brushed against him without any attempt at evasion, doing so with perfect justification.

Yue Yihao's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

He stared at the scene. Her Majesty the Empress of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty—the decisive, blood-handed Empress who stood above ten thousand—was currently clinging to a man's arm, her face practically screaming the words: "This is mine."

"Imperial Consort?"

The voice of one of the Prodigies behind Yue Yihao actually cracked.

"The term 'Imperial Consort' we heard earlier in the No-Fly Zone... was it real?"

"Lord Emperor Yun is actually Her Majesty's man?"

Whispers spread among the Prodigies of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty, every face undergoing a violent shift from shock to wild joy.

Emperor Yun is one of ours!

The Wushuang Immortal Dynasty has a new Emperor backing it!

Yue Yihao slapped his thigh hard, his eyes full of excitement.

"I knew it! Emperor Yun didn't come to our Immortal Dynasty for no reason!"

Emperor Xia Wuji straightened his back, his peripheral vision catching the sight of Yue Qingxuan holding Lu Chen's arm, and his heart did a flip.

Then his gaze fell upon his daughter.

Princess Xia Qingyue stood by the white jade head table, her hands clutching her skirt, the blush on her cheeks not yet faded.

Her gaze was glued to Lu Chen's back, unable to be pulled away.

That was adoration—an admiration born from the very marrow of her bones after witnessing such peerless elegance.

Emperor Xia Wuji had mingled in the imperial court for thousands of years; what hidden motives could he not see through?

His Adam's apple bobbed as a bold, almost ridiculous thought emerged from the back of his mind.

If the Great Xia Dynasty could also form a connection with this Emperor Yun...

Emperor Yun had enlightened Qingyue and granted her the Opportunity to break through her realm. This kindness was greater than the heavens. If they could use this to deepen their relationship, Great Xia's future status in the Middle Province...

Emperor Xia Wuji's hands trembled slightly within his sleeves—not from fear, but from excitement.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the crowd, a figure in white huddled in the corner, ignored by everyone.

Chu Wushuang.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color. Shards of his broken folding fan were still embedded in his palm, and beads of blood seeped through his fingers, yet he was completely oblivious.

He stared at Lu Chen's back, a single thought repeatedly slamming against his skull.

This Great Emperor is also a Transmigrator. Just like him, he came from Blue Star. He wasn't the only one; he wasn't the protagonist.

Furthermore, the man had transmigrated who-knows-how-many years earlier, Cultivating to the Great Emperor Peak. With a casual point, he could make someone break through their realm; with a couple of lines of poetry, he could invoke the Great Emperor Law.

What had he just done?

He had tried to show off his sword skills in front of Guan Yu, or his carpentry in front of Lu Ban.

In front of Li Bai himself, he had recited Li Bai's poems and even smugly claimed others were incompetent.

Chu Wushuang's knees went weak.

Lu Chen patted Yue Qingxuan's hand which was holding him.

"Show some restraint."

Yue Qingxuan's Phoenix eyes curved. Instead of letting go, she leaned her head against him, her long hair brushing his shoulder.

Lu Chen didn't bother with her further.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the kneeling Prodigies and envoys to land on the white-clad scholar shrinking back in the corner.

Chu Wushuang's entire body stiffened.

Lu Chen spoke, his tone very slow.

"Little Friend Chu."

Chu Wushuang made a dry swallowing sound.

"This poem of This Emperor... how is its quality?"

When these words left Lu Chen's mouth, they carried a twisted, high-and-mighty playfulness.

Chu Wushuang's back arched, and his knees finally gave out, hitting the floor with a thud.

"Lord Emperor Yun's literary talent is extraordinary!"

His head was buried extremely low, his forehead almost touching the warm jade floor.

"This Junior is thoroughly defeated! I am willing to accept punishment!"

Accept punishment?

The sour liquid that had filled his throat surged up again.

So be it; saving his life was more important.

And more importantly...

Kneeling on the floor, Chu Wushuang's mind raced.

They were both Transmigrators. The fact that the man could recite 'White Jade Capital in the Heavens' meant he was one hundred percent from Blue Star and knew its culture inside out.

Between Transmigrators, there should be some shared sentiment, right?

As the saying goes, when fellow countrymen meet, their eyes fill with tears.

This Great Emperor must also know that I am a Transmigrator!

Yes, it must be so. Otherwise, why would the outcome of this poetry duel be beneficial to me regardless of whether I won or lost? He must be looking out for a fellow countryman!

A Great Emperor leading a younger brother, sweeping through everything—Ascension is just around the corner!

Kneeling there with his forehead against the warm jade tiles, Chu Wushuang felt more and more that there was hope.

Admitting defeat isn't shameful; clinging to a powerful thigh is the Righteous Path.

Lu Chen withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at Yue Shiyun in his arms. The little girl's red eyes were half-open, her small hands clutching his collar as she murmured, "Revered Master Brother is so amazing..."

Lu Chen patted her back, then raised his right hand.

Great Emperor Law overflowed from his fingertips, silent and invisible, enveloping the kneeling Chu Wushuang.

Chu Wushuang's body suddenly stiffened.

He wanted to move but couldn't; he wanted to speak, but his lips were sealed by an invisible force.

"Imparting a Cultivation Technique is a secret. I will take you elsewhere to do so!"

Lu Chen's right hand closed casually, and space distorted within his palm.

In the very center of the hall's warm jade floor, a fissure only a person wide appeared. Inside the fissure was not the ground, but a greyish-white Void Realm.

A pocket dimension—an independent space casually opened by a Great Emperor.

Holding Yue Shiyun, Lu Chen stepped into the fissure.

Chu Wushuang's body was dragged by that Law energy, following behind, his toes carving two white marks on the warm jade floor.

His eyes were wide with terror, and his mouth was sealed, preventing him from screaming.

Yue Qingxuan released Lu Chen's arm and stood at the edge of the fissure.

The fissure closed, returning to its original state without leaving even a hairline crack.

The hall fell silent, and it remained silent for a long time.

Emperor Xia Wuji had already straightened up. His gaze moved from where the fissure had vanished to his daughter's face.

Princess Xia Qingyue stood by the head table, her hands folded in front of her, her fingertips still fidgeting as if she were deep in thought or shy.

She stared at that patch of warm jade floor, at the direction in which Lu Chen had disappeared.

The spot between her brows where he had lightly touched her still held a lingering warmth.

The young Prodigies present began to exchange secret voice transmissions. On the surface, no one spoke, but they were all discussing Chu Wushuang's fate and whether he had truly caught the Great Emperor's eye.

When a Great Emperor acts, who dares to question?

Yue Yihao scratched the back of his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Will that kid even have an intact corpse left?"

No one answered him.

Within the greyish-white Void Realm, Lu Chen's feet stood upon a featureless plane.

Yue Shiyun lay on his shoulder, her red eyes curiously surveying the surroundings.

Chu Wushuang was tossed three steps away. The Law sealing his lips dissipated, and he gasped for air, still kneeling, not daring to stand.

Lu Chen looked down at him.

"We're fellow countrymen, don't be afraid!"

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