217: Chapter 217 The Sacred Feast for the World: Double Happiness for the Xu Family

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, the entire Central Plains Cultivator world was in a complete uproar. The news that the Xu Family Imperial Palace's Young Revered Master had forged his Physical Body into a Saint and shattered the phantom of the Young Emperor with a single sword strike during his Undergoing Tribulation had spread across the five realms like a myth.

Doubt?

Who would dare to doubt it?

The omen of purple clouds stretching for thirty thousand miles that day had nearly blinded the Cultivators of the Central Plains.

Consequently, countless factions moved at the wind.

The Saint Revered Masters of every major Holy Land, the Emperors of the Imperial Dynasties, and the ancient immortals of hidden Sects all prepared generous gifts that could empty their treasuries, rushing to the Xu Family in a scramble.

It was not just to curry favor, but to see with their own eyes the legendary "Youngest Saint in History" and what kind of demeanor he possessed.

...

Xu Family Imperial Palace, Tai Chi Plaza.

Today, the Xu Family truly defined what it meant to be "supremely luxurious."

Eighty-one Dragons, condensed from spiritual power, circled in the clouds, exhaling auspicious Qi.

The ground was not paved with red carpets, but with brocade woven from the extremely precious "Fire Cloud Silkworm Silk." Stepping on it was not only soft and comfortable, but it also nourished a Cultivator's Meridians.

Treasures of this level were considered insufficient even as the town-Sect treasures of ordinary Sects, yet the Xu Family used them as foot mats for guests.

This was called heritage.

"The Saint Revered Master of the Eastern Wasteland's Tai Chu Holy Land has arrived! Offering ten nine-thousand-year flat peaches and three Saint weapons, wishing Young Master Xu eternal longevity!"

"The Clan Chief of the Northern Plains' Golden Family has arrived! Offering one thousand catties of Primordial Divine Source and one hundred blocks of top-grade Spirit Marrow, wishing the Xu Family's little princess eternal immortal blessings!"

"The special envoy from the Southern Ridge's Demon Emperor Palace has arrived!"

The Elder in charge of announcing the gifts had almost lost his voice, but the wrinkles on his face were beaming with joy.

On the main seat of the grand hall.

Xu Changsheng, the usually dignified Head of the Xu Family, was sitting there without any image, carefully holding a delicate, doll-like infant in his arms.

It was Xu Qingqiu, who had been born just three days ago.

The little one was dressed in a specially made Phoenix brocade, her small face taut. Even when facing the Divine Thought probes of countless powerhouses around her, she maintained a cold, detached expression.

Most eye-catching was that her chubby little hands were tightly clutching a miniature spirit sword. If anyone dared to lean in to look, she would glare at them immediately, Sword Intent swirling in her eyes, looking fierce in a cute, babyish way.

"Oh my, Family Head Xu, is this your granddaughter? She is truly naturally beautiful; one can tell at a glance she will be a future Female Sword Immortal!"

An old Prince from a Central Plains Imperial Dynasty leaned in, smiling all over his face, trying to tease the child. "Come, little princess, call me Grandpa, and this piece of warm jade..."

Xu Qingqiu merely glanced at him indifferently, then turned her head away, continuing to lower her head to wipe the sword in her hands.

The old Prince's hand froze in mid-air, and the scene became extremely awkward.

"Ahem, Old Prince, please do not mind her."

Xu Changsheng did not blame his granddaughter; instead, he laughed in a bragging manner:

"This girl takes after her mother; she is a sword fanatic. She isn't interested in anything except swords. Even I, her own grandfather, have to line up to hold her."

"Understood, understood! Geniuses, after all, have personality!"

Just as Xu Changsheng was immersed in the joy of showing off his granddaughter, a graceful, luxurious, and somewhat lazy yet unquestionable voice suddenly came from the back hall:

"Xu Changsheng, have you held her enough yet?"

Hearing this voice, the usually imposing Xu Changsheng shrank his neck, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

A woman wearing a phoenix robe, with a stunning face and an aura even more domineering than Xu Changsheng's, walked out slowly, surrounded by several maids.

It was the Matron of the Xu Family, Xu Chen's biological mother, Ji Wushuang.

Behind her followed a line of well-trained golden-medal nannies of the Imperial Clan, holding Great Treasure, as well as the children born to Jiang Liuli and Luo Hongyi.

"Wife... why have you come out?" Xu Changsheng apologized with a smile.

"If I didn't come out, would I just watch you squeeze my precious granddaughter?"

Ji Wushuang rolled her eyes at him, walked straight over, and without giving Xu Changsheng a chance to resist, grabbed Xu Qingqiu.

"Oh, my precious baby, let Grandma see."

Xu Qingqiu, who had been cold as frost to outsiders, softened significantly in Ji Wushuang's arms. Although she still refused to let go of the sword, her taut little face relaxed quite a bit, and she even nuzzled against Ji Wushuang's chest.

"See, my granddaughter is still closer to me."

Ji Wushuang looked triumphantly at Xu Changsheng, then waved her hand dominantly, signaling the nannies to take the children to the specially prepared Formation in the back hall for protection, leaving only herself holding Xu Qingqiu to hold down the fort.

"Everyone, please sit down, don't be restrained. Today is my granddaughter's three-day celebration, everyone eat and drink well."

The guests present looked at each other, secretly clicking their tongues in their hearts.

It seems the rumors are true; this Xu Family... is indeed Yin-dominant and Yang-weak! The Family Head's status in front of his wife is worrying.

"The auspicious time has arrived—!"

Just then, the Elder in charge of the ceremony shouted, his voice using spiritual power, instantly drowning out the noise of the entire venue.

"Presenting... the Saint Young Revered Master! And the Young Mistresses!"

"Hum—"

As the words fell, a melodious sound of the Dao suddenly came from the sky.

Countless golden lotuses bloomed in the Void Realm, forming a staircase leading to the main hall.

Following that, a scene appeared that all guests would never forget.

Xu Chen walked at the very front.

Today, he was dressed in snow-white robes, with black hair tied loosely behind his head.

He did not deliberately release any pressure, but that aura of returning to basics, perfectly fused with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, made everyone present feel a sense of oppression from the depths of their Souls.

Behind him followed a group of peerless beauties capable of making the world lose its color.

At this moment, the entire Tai Chi Plaza seemed to be illuminated.

At the front left, Su Qingge.

She wore a light golden flowing fairy dress, dignified and imposing, her steps calm. As the former Tai Chu Saintess, she was long accustomed to such grand scenes, her gentle demeanor revealing an authority that could command the world.

At the front right, the Demon Empress Luo Hongyi.

A red and black Heavenly Demon neon dress outlined her devilish figure. Her eyes were lazy yet domineering, and a faint, mocking curve hung on the corners of her lips, as if she were inspecting her own territory.

Following closely behind were a group of goddesses who were pregnant yet still peerlessly beautiful.

The Dan Tower Master Liu Hanyan, in green, was gentle as water, exuding a mature, intellectual, and maternal radiance; beside her was the former Dan Tower Saintess Xiao Yu, in a fiery red short skirt, unable to hide that spicy, little wildcat vibe even while pregnant.

The Demon Realm Dragon Emperor Long Aoxue and the Divine Phoenix Clan Leader Feng Jiuyou walked side by side, one wild and untamed, the other noble and cold, their two Divine Beast auras intertwined, making people dare not look directly at them.

Further back were the cold as ice Mistress of the Ice Palace Bai Ningbing, and the Primordial Divine Goddess Jiang Liuli, whose sickly frailty had faded, becoming clingy and cute.

There was also Ye Qingwu, who, despite being a Revered Master, stood side by side with her disciple. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and that combination of mature charm and forbidden allure was Soul-stirring.

And behind Xu Chen's side, there were two special figures.

One was Mo Han, who stood quietly like a shadow. She wore a slim-fitting black dress, expressionless, her eyes cold and vigilant, as if ready to draw her blade for Xu Chen at any moment. That loyal-dog-like cold and beautiful aura made people's hearts tremble.

The other was Hua Jieyu, who was born with a seductive charm. She wore a pink-purple gauze dress, her every movement carrying an enticing allure, standing there like a moving landscape.

Finally, the focus of today.

Nangong Waner.

As the mother of the protagonist of today's celebration, she stood in the most prominent position beside Xu Chen. Dressed in simple white sword attire, she was as cold as an immortal. Although she had just given birth, that sharp Sword Intent was even stronger than before, perfectly echoing the aura on Xu Chen.

The Twelve Golden Hairpins.

Twelve peerless beauties, all of whom could topple nations, surrounded the white-clad man like stars around the moon.

All the male Cultivators had unconcealable envy, jealousy, and hatred in their eyes; some even heard the sound of their own Dao Hearts shattering.

This is the real winner in life!

Not only is his cultivation number one in the world, but his wives are all top-tier! And the key is that they are so harmonious!

"Greetings, Saint!"

"Greetings, Young Master Xu!"

"Greetings, Young Mistresses!"

Whoosh—

On the plaza, tens of thousands of Cultivators from ten thousand Sects stood up in unison and bowed respectfully. The sound wave was like a tide, rushing straight into the clouds.

Xu Chen stood on the high platform, feeling this moment of being the center of attention.

"Everyone, no need for formalities."

Xu Chen raised his hand slightly, and a gentle yet irresistible force supported everyone.

"Today is both my Saint celebration and my daughter Qingqiu's three-day celebration."

Xu Chen's voice was calm, yet it clearly spread to every corner:

"Thank you all for coming."

"My Xu Family's rules are very simple."

"When friends come, there is good wine, but if jackals come..."

Xu Chen paused, and the gentle aura on his body instantly became incomparably sharp. In the Void Realm behind him, a phantom of a giant sword that could sever the firmament faintly emerged, resonating strongly with the Sword Intent on Nangong Waner:

"Then leave your heads as a gift."

Boom!

That fleeting killing intent made many people present with guilty consciences break out in cold sweat, almost kneeling on the spot.

"Young Revered Master is joking! We are loyal to the Xu Family and have no two hearts!"

"Yes, yes! The Xu Family is the head of the Imperial Clans, who would dare to act recklessly?"

Everyone hurriedly expressed their loyalty, fearing that if they were too late, they would be targeted by this "God of Slaughter."

"That's good."

Xu Chen restrained his aura, and the smile on his face became as gentle as the spring breeze again, "Everyone, eat and drink well, there is plenty."

After speaking, he took the women to sit at the main seats of the hall.

Ji Wushuang held Xu Qingqiu, smiling from ear to ear, constantly arranging seats for her daughters-in-law, pushing Xu Changsheng completely into the corner.

"Come, Waner, you are the contributor today, sit here."

"Hanyan, Xiao Yu, you are heavy with child, eat more of this spirit fruit."

"Mo Han, stop standing, sit down quickly."

Watching this harmonious scene, the guests below felt a complex mix of emotions.

Who said the harem of the Cultivator world must be on fire?

Look at Young Master Xu! This Family status, this management ability!

Sure enough, a Saint is a Saint, even his art of managing wives has reached the Transcendent level!

The banquet lasted for a whole day and night.

As night fell, the guests dispersed.

The backyard of the Xu Family Imperial Palace, however, was a different scene.

The children were all dominantly kept by Ji Wushuang in her Bedchamber, leaving private space for the young couples.

The women were also very tactful.

Su Qingge, as the first wife, very generously winked at Xu Chen, and then led the sisters to disperse.

Before leaving, Mo Han looked deeply at Xu Chen, then disappeared into the darkness like a shadow. Hua Jieyu gave Xu Chen a seductive glance.

Finally, only Xu Chen and Nangong Waner remained.

"Let's go."

Xu Chen took Nangong Waner's hand and walked towards the Listening Sword Pavilion under the moonlight.

"Where... where are we going?"

Nangong Waner was an old married couple, but on such a special day, she was still a bit nervous.

"Of course, to 'test the sword'."

Xu Chen stopped, looking at the roof of the Listening Sword Pavilion that had just been repaired and still smelled of new wood, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"During the day, in front of so many people, you are the high and unreachable Sword Chief."

"But tonight..."

He leaned close to Nangong Waner's ear, his hot breath spraying on her crystal-clear earlobe:

"You are just my Waner."