418: Chapter 418 A Grand Celebration! A Carnival for the Xu Family Legion

As dusk fell, the City-Protecting Array of the Xu Family's Di Prefecture was fully activated.

Billions of rays of auspicious rainbow light fell like a star shower, illuminating this ancient city that stretched for a hundred thousand miles as bright as day, like an immortal divine kingdom.

The usually solemn and majestic Central Pilgrimage Square had now transformed into a vast ocean of a banquet filled with Spiritual Qi. Tens of thousands of white jade long tables were lined up, piled high with rare fruits and thousand-year-old immortal brews plundered from the Myriad Realms Battlefield.

Not only the core members of the Xu Family, but also the Pojun Imperial Guards who had performed meritorious deeds on the battlefield, the elites of the affiliated Yao Race and Demon Race, and even the sect masters of the various Holy Lands in the Eastern Wasteland were among those invited.

At the very front of the square, on the hundred-zhang-high platform forged from Nine-Colored Divine Gold, the seating arrangement vividly displayed the Xu Family's current unshakable status as the hegemon.

Xu Changsheng and Ji Wushuang, the Emperor couple, sat to the left of the main seat with faces flushed with joy.

Opposite them was a massive harem group enough to make any male creature in the heavens and myriad realms go mad with envy.

Twenty-two peerless female leads sat behind jade tables on both sides. They were of all shapes and sizes, each with her own unique charm.

Most eye-catching were the members of the "Pregnant Group" sitting on specially made soft couches.

Shang Qingdai still wore those intellectual gold-rimmed glasses; the blind girl musician Gong Yu was quiet and gentle; Ji Qingyun was cold and otherworldly; Tuoba You was munching on a spiritual fruit larger than her face with great relish; and that foreign commander Helian Yue was now sitting obediently to the side.

Their bellies were bulging. Not only did they enjoy the meticulous pampering of the Xu Family Elders, but they were also the absolute focus of the entire banquet. The Holy Lords who came up to toast didn't even dare to let their gaze linger on these pregnant women for more than half a second, for fear of annoying the newly ascended Emperor who had a bit of a bad temper.

Following them were the "Hot Mom Group" and the "Combat Group," who had already "unloaded their cargo" and regained their devilish figures.

The main wife Su Qingge was dignified and magnanimous.

Luo Hongyi's red dress was like fire; the Demon Sect Empress's overbearing aura mixed with the charm of motherhood was both lethal and dangerous.

Jiang Liuli, Ye Qingwu, Liu Hanyan, Xiao Yu, and others also attended in full dress, looking radiant.

There were also the Sword Immortals, Dragon Girls, Phoenix Lords, and the Demon Venerable mother and daughter who had slaughtered everyone on the battlefield...

They gathered together like a flock of birds, laughing softly or teasing each other. This terrifying lineup not only crushed everything in terms of beauty, but if they were really to go out and fight, their uniform pressure of the Great Saint Realm or even the Emperor Realm would be enough to sweep across the myriad realms.

Xu Chen changed into a loose and comfortable moon-white robe and leaned lazily on the Dragon-Patterned Couch in the center.

He held a crystal-clear white jade cup in his hand, his purple-gold eyes carrying a hint of tipsy laughter as he watched the revelry of the Xu Family Legion below.

"Come, come, come! Drink! No one is allowed to use Spiritual Qi to dissolve the alcohol today. I want to see you rascals all carried out lying down!"

Xu Changsheng was clearly drunk.

This usually majestic Emperor patriarch was now carrying a wine jar larger than a human head, staggering down the high platform and plunging directly into the crowd of Pojun Imperial Guards and generals from affiliated forces.

"See that? The one sitting up there is my, Xu Changsheng's, son!"

Xu Changsheng grabbed the shoulder of a Yao Race Great Saint, pointed at Xu Chen on the high platform, and boasted wildly with a slurred tongue:

"In his early twenties! Emperor Realm! I'm asking you, in these heavens and myriad realms, who else is there?!"

That Yao Race Great Saint was so suppressed by Xu Changsheng's Emperor aura that his legs were trembling. He nodded repeatedly in agreement and finished the immortal brew in his cup with a forced smile.

"And there's more!"

Boasting about his son wasn't enough for Xu Changsheng; he then pointed his finger at the Pregnant Group on the couches and the Hot Mom Group holding babies.

"See those girls? The ones they're carrying and holding are all my grandsons and granddaughters! With my Xu Family's Bloodline and talent, they're born to be Saint material at the very least! In another ten or so years, I'll take dozens of Great Saint-level grandchildren for a stroll through the heavens and myriad realms, and let's see who dares to be defiant!"

Ji Wushuang sat on the high platform, looking at her husband's unseemly drunkard appearance, and helplessly pressed her forehead.

"This Old thing shows his true colors as soon as he's happy. Chener, you should do something about your father."

Xu Chen smiled and took a sip of the wine in his cup, his gaze gentle.

"Mother, just let Father be happy. For these hundred thousand years, we've been suppressed by the God and Nether Races. The pent-up frustration in his heart is finally being completely vented today."

Hearing this, Ji Wushuang said no more, but the smile in her eyes grew deeper.

The atmosphere on the high platform was even more heated than below.

Those Great Saint Realm beauties, who didn't blink when killing on the battlefield, had all turned soft and gentle now.

"Husband, I toast you with this cup. If it weren't for you, Shuanger and I would probably have become a handful of yellow soil in the War God Canyon long ago."

Ye Jiayin held a wine cup, swaying her mature and plump figure as she walked to Xu Chen's side.

Today, she wore a purple deep-V long dress, and her proud cleavage swayed before Xu Chen's eyes, making him dizzy. She tilted her head back and drained the cup, two alluring red clouds appearing on her cheeks.

"How is one cup enough?"

Xu Chen smoothly grabbed Ye Jiayin's slender waist and pulled her directly into his arms.

"Back in the medicinal pool, you said you wanted to serve your husband for all eternity. This cup of wine will be your, the Demon Venerable's, wine of acknowledging your master."

Ye Jiayin gave a bashful cry at Xu Chen's blunt words, but her purple eyes were full of obedience and love as she leaned obediently against Xu Chen's chest.

"Oh, Sister Ye is quite fast. But husband, you can't favor one over the other."

Long Aoxue was not having it. This overbearing Dragon Girl squeezed over with a small wine pot and sat directly on Xu Chen's other thigh.

"I burned hundreds of thousands of ghosts on the flank battlefield, and my throat is still parched. Husband, you have to feed me yourself."

Saying that, Long Aoxue tilted up her pretty little face and slightly opened her red lips, her azure vertical pupils full of expectation.

Xu Chen laughed loudly, took the wine pot, but didn't pour it directly into her mouth. Instead, he took a mouthful of the immortal brew and lowered his head to press against those two soft red lips.

"Mmm..."

Long Aoxue's eyes widened. Feeling the wine with its masculine aura being passed into her mouth, her whole body instantly turned soft like spring water.

This extremely erotic scene made the other female leads around them quite envious.

Wu Mingkong, wearing casual clothes, walked over with a wine cup. As an Empress of the Emperor Realm, although she wasn't as bold as Long Aoxue, the possessiveness in her bones was not weak at all.

"Husband enjoys this domestic bliss quite naturally. However, since the myriad realms are settled, shouldn't you also consider us sisters from the rear?"

Wu Mingkong's gaze swept over Luo Hongyi, Bai Ningbing, and the others sitting nearby with equally melting gazes, her tone carrying a bit of playfulness.

Xu Chen let go of the already dazed Long Aoxue, stood up, and his deep gaze swept over the faces of all twenty-two peerless beauties one by one.

So what if he had the cultivation of an Emperor?

So what if he was the co-lord of the heavens and myriad realms?

To him, Xu Chen, the most precious treasure in this world was not the Nine-Colored Divine Gold in the treasuries of the God and Nether Races, nor those extreme dao imperial weapons capable of destroying heaven and earth.

It was this group of women before him who had given everything for him and relied on him wholeheartedly.

"Everyone, quiet down."

Xu Chen held his wine cup, turned around, and faced the tens of thousands of Xu Family soldiers below the platform.

The originally noisy square instantly fell silent upon hearing Xu Chen's voice. Everyone looked at the young co-lord of the heavens with fanatical eyes.

Xu Chen held the white jade wine cup high, and his terrifying Emperor Realm sound waves clearly reached everyone's ears.

"This first cup is to the heroic spirits of my Xu Family who died in battle!"

Xu Chen spilled the wine onto the white jade floor tiles.

"The second cup is to every Xu Family lad present! The territory of these heavens and myriad realms was fought for by you with your blades and spears!"

Xu Chen tilted his head back and drained the refilled immortal brew.

"This last cup..."

Xu Chen turned back, his gaze affectionately watching the group of peerless beauties behind him.

"Is to my wives. Without you, there would be no Xu Chen today."

Su Qingge, Luo Hongyi, Shang Qingdai, Lin Qingxue, the Ye Jiayin mother and daughter, the Long Aoxue pair...

The entire harem, whether they were pregnant or had returned from battle, all had slightly red eyes as they raised their tea cups or wine cups to toast Xu Chen from afar.

"May the Xu Family prosper for ten thousand generations!"

"May the Emperor have blessings and longevity as vast as the heavens!"

Cheers like a mountain tsunami erupted again over the Xu Family's Di Prefecture.

This century-long revelry belonging to the Xu Family Legion lasted until late at night.

On the high platform, Xu Changsheng had completely blacked out and was carried back to the Bedchamber by several Elders. Below, the Pojun Imperial Guards were also stumbling, many having fallen asleep.

Xu Chen looked at his wives beside him, who were slightly fatigued due to their low alcohol tolerance or pregnancy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew deeper.