101: Wholesale brides-to-be?

Deep within the Eastern Palace of the Yongyao Imperial Court.

The dim candlelight reflected First Prince Ji Ling's twisted and sinister face.

Opposite him stood a slender figure enveloped in golden radiance, their face obscured, with only a pair of eyes as indifferent as a god's, looking down from above.

"Five years."

The golden-clothed figure spoke, their voice devoid of any emotion, yet causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

"In five years, an 'Emperor' of my race will awaken."

"At that time, he will personally take action to help you sweep away all obstacles and ascend the imperial throne."

Ji Ling suddenly gripped his wine cup, his knuckles turning white, as a fanatical light erupted in his eyes.

An Emperor!

That was an existence that surpassed Quasi-Emperors and truly touched that supreme Domain!

With an Emperor's help, Su Xuanchen, the Ninth Princess—they would all be nothing but chickens and dogs!

"Good!"

Ji Ling drained the wine in his cup in one gulp and smashed it fiercely onto the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Deal!"

"As long as I can ascend the imperial throne, the Yongyao Heaven Realm will be open for the God Race to proselytize!"

"I will issue an imperial decree to establish the God Race as the state religion, allowing billions of citizens to worship God Race statues and provide your race with endless Power Of Faith!"

This was a crazy deal.

Selling out the faith of a nation in exchange for personal power.

If word got out, Ji Ling would surely be reviled by the people and nailed to the pillar of shame for the Human Race.

But he didn't care.

The pressure Su Xuanchen brought was too great.

That monster could kill a Quasi-Emperor while only in the Great Saint Realm. If given a few more years, would there still be a place for Ji Ling in this world?

"A wise choice."

The God Race envoy smiled, his tone laced with mockery.

"However, Su Xuanchen is a variable."

"Our race has deduced the heavenly secrets and found that this person's fate is void, and he is even... devouring the Luck of this world."

"Relying on you alone is not enough."

Ji Ling's face darkened.

"What does the envoy mean?"

"You need allies."

The God Race envoy extended a finger and tapped lightly in the Void Realm.

Two Jade Slips emitting an eerie aura hovered before Ji Ling.

The Divine Martial King of the Crimson Blood Imperial Court is ambitious and has long coveted the throne.

The Heaven-Mending Sect prides itself on following the Heavenly Dao, but in truth, it is the most pedantic; they cannot tolerate a 'Heaven-Defying' person like Su Xuanchen.

"Take these two tokens and contact them."

"Tell them that the God Race... is on your side."

Ji Ling took the Jade Slips; they felt ice-cold in his hand, as if he were holding two venomous snakes.

But the ambition in his eyes completely suppressed his fear.

"Heaven-Mending Sect..."

He licked his lips as the figure of the Heaven-Mending Sect's Saintess, known as 'as cold and aloof as an immortal,' appeared in his mind, a lecherous look flashing in his eyes.

"If I can take her down..."

"Not only can I get the support of the Heaven-Mending Sect, but I can also enjoy such a peerless beauty."

"Two birds with one stone!"

The God Race envoy looked at Ji Ling's greedy appearance, a trace of disdain flickering in his eyes, but he didn't point it out.

Greed is good.

Only greedy people are the easiest to control.

"Remember."

"Five years."

"During these five years, what you need to do is endure and accumulate strength."

"The day our race's Emperor descends will be the time you rule the world."

His voice faded.

The golden-clothed figure slowly dissipated as if he had never appeared.

Ji Ling stood up abruptly, his Divine Thought immediately sweeping through the entire Eastern Palace and even extending to the capital's great array.

Nothing!

Not a single trace!

The envoy seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

*Hiss...*

Ji Ling gasped, a chill running down his spine.

He controlled the capital's great array, yet he hadn't even noticed how the other party left?

Just how terrifying was the foundation of this God Race?

"Su Xuanchen..."

Ji Ling walked to the window and looked toward the True Saint Continent, a sinister smile appearing on his lips.

"Enjoy your final moments of glory."

"In five years, I will use your head as a wine cup!"

...Meanwhile.

True Saint Continent, Wanbao City.

Today's Wanbao City was no longer its usual bustling self but had fallen into a state of near-frenzied festivity.

Ten thousand miles of red decorations!

From Wanbao City all the way to the Su Family's new ancestral land, the path was paved with precious red jade floor tiles, and petals transformed from Spiritual Qi drifted in the sky.

That was true "Spiritual Rain"!

A Mortal taking a single breath could extend their life; a Cultivator bathing in it would find their Bottleneck loosening.

"What a grand gesture! Truly a grand gesture!"

An old man in Daoist robes stood in the clouds, looking down at the extremely luxurious scene, unable to help but click his tongue.

Great Saint Shenxiao.

As one of Su Xuanchen's fathers-in-Law, he had specially put on his finest saintly robes today, his face glowing with joy as he smiled at everyone he met.

"Of course!"

"Look whose son-in-Law he is!"

Beside him, an old man carrying a massive tortoise shell was slowly cracking melon seeds.

Heaven-Devouring Sovereign.

This Great Saint of the Sea Race was now also an honored guest of the Su Family.

"Old ghost Shenxiao, stop bragging."

Heaven-Devouring Sovereign rolled his eyes.

"Your daughter just got lucky. If she had been born a few years later, she might have had to wait in line just to be Head of the Su Family's foot-washing maid."

"Look at the people coming here."

He pointed into the distance.

Brilliant lights filled the horizon as Auspicious Beasts galloped.

Luxurious chariots and sky-ships cut through the sky, descending upon the Su Family.

The Great Xia Imperial Dynasty of the Central Continent presents ten catties of top-grade Dragon Pith to congratulate the Head of the Su Family on his wedding!

Mount Sumeru of the Western Desert presents three Bodhi Seeds; may the Head of the Su Family have a son soon!

The Wang Family of the Northern Plains presents an Incomplete Manual of the Source Heaven Book...

Names that thundered in one's ears, gifts heavy enough to trigger a bloodbath.

Today, they all gathered at the Su Family!

And in the core area of the Su Family.

Purple Heaven Palace hovered above the Nine Heavens, surrounded by three hundred and sixty-five starlight phantoms—the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array in operation.

The Spiritual Qi was so dense it nearly liquefied, flowing between the palaces.

"This foundation..."

A Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor from an ancient Holy Land looked at the starlit sky, his eyes full of wariness and envy.

"How long has it been?"

"The Su Family already has the aura of an Emperor Clan!"

"Is that Su Xuanchen really the Reincarnation of an ancient Great Emperor?"

If not for being a Great Emperor's Reincarnation, how could he gather such terrifying Luck and resources in such a short time?

"The auspicious hour has arrived!"

A loud announcement echoed through the clouds.

"Buzz—!"

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Then, a vast and boundless Emperor's might erupted from the depths of Purple Heaven Palace.

A green lotus swayed gracefully, growing out of the Void Realm and instantly swelling to ten thousand feet in size, covering the sky.

Chaos currents cascaded down as the Laws of the myriad Daos harmonized.

The supreme dao emperor weapon—chaos green lotus!

And beneath this green lotus.

A figure stood with hands behind his back, walking through the air.

Su Xuanchen.

Today, he wore a black-gold imperial robe and a purple-gold crown; his face was as handsome as carved jade, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

He didn't intentionally release any pressure.

But standing there, he was the center of heaven and earth, the monarch of the myriad Daos.

That innate dominance and composure made countless female Cultivators dazzled, their hearts racing.

"So this is Su Xuanchen..."

"So handsome! So domineering!"

"If I could marry him, even as a concubine, I would be willing!"

Su Xuanchen scanned the audience, a slight smile on his lips.

"Thank you all for coming."

Though his voice was soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Today is a day of great joy for me, Su."

"Please eat and drink your fill; don't be polite."

These words were extremely down-to-earth, without any air of a powerful expert, making him seem more like a wealthy gentleman.

But who would dare to truly treat him as just a wealthy gentleman?

That was a ruthless man who could kick a Quasi-Emperor around like a ball!

"The brides enter—!"

Following the master of ceremonies' voice.

Twelve exquisite figures slowly walked out amidst a rain of petals.

"Hiss—!"

The moment they saw the twelve brides clearly, the entire plaza erupted in a synchronized gasp.

Everyone's eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

"That... that is..."

"The Nine Phoenix Venerables of the Yongyao Imperial Court?!"

"They're all Quasi-Emperors?!"

Among the twelve brides, nine wore red-gold Phoenix robes, their auras unfathomable—they were indeed nine genuine Quasi-Emperors!

They were submissive, following behind Su Xuanchen as obediently as a group of little wives.

And beside them.

There was another woman in a fiery red wedding dress, her face beautiful yet possessing a wild and untamable pride.

The True Phoenix Clan Quasi-Emperor, Yan Ji!

Although her face was full of reluctance, she still followed the procedure obediently under Su Xuanchen's half-smiling gaze.

Be a mount or be a wife?

For this question, she chose the latter.

After all, as a wife, she could sleep in a bed; as a mount, she could only sleep in a stable.

"Ten... ten Quasi-Emperors?!"

A Holy Land's Holy Lord dropped his wine cup with a "clatter," completely unaware.

"Where did Su Xuanchen... go to wholesale so many Quasi-Emperor brides?!"

"Crazy! This world has gone crazy!"

Marrying ten Quasi-Emperors at once!

This achievement was unprecedented and likely would never be repeated!

How was this a wedding?

This was clearly showing off the Su Family's muscles to the entire world!

It was telling everyone:

My Su Family not only has an imperial weapon but also a group of Quasi-Emperor wives!

Who dares to provoke us?

Besides these ten Quasi-Emperors.

The remaining two brides were equally eye-catching.

One wore golden armor and had a hot figure; she was the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Daughter whom Su Xuanchen had carried back.

She was currently under a Restriction; although her eyes could kill, her body was honestly being led along.

The last one.

Was a young girl in a light blue dress, her temperament as serene as a valley orchid after the rain.

Yu Xin.

She walked at the end, appearing a bit timid, but beneath her delicate appearance was a hidden, heart-palpitating nobility.

"The ceremony is complete—!"

As the final procedure finished.

Su Xuanchen waved his hand.

"To the bridal chamber!"

Looking at the twelve peerless brides, each with her own unique charm, he felt a surge of pride.

This soft rice was not only fragrant but also firm!

Tonight will surely be a sleepless night... The night deepened.

Deep within Purple Heaven Palace, red candles flickered.

Su Xuanchen pushed open the door and entered.

He was slightly tipsy from the wine, but his golden eyes were perfectly clear.

He didn't rush to provoke those Quasi-Emperor sisters, nor did he tease the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Daughter who was still sulking.

Instead, he walked straight to the bed in the furthest corner.

There sat Yu Xin.

"Hus... husband."

Seeing Su Xuanchen approach, Yu Xin stood up nervously, her hands twisting the corner of her clothes, her face pale.

She was just a maid by birth; although Su Xuanchen had always been good to her, today's scene was too grand.

Surrounded by Quasi-Emperors and imperial daughters.

She felt inferior, like an ugly duckling that had wandered into a flock of phoenixes.

"What are you afraid of?"

Su Xuanchen walked up to her and gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow, his tone incredibly tender.

"At home, there are no Quasi-Emperors, and there are no imperial daughters."

"Only my women."

"And you are one of them."

Yu Xin trembled slightly and looked up, her eyes like autumn waters welling with tears of emotion.

"Husband..."

"Come, drink this nuptial wine."

Su Xuanchen picked up two cups of wine and handed her one.

"After drinking this wine, we will be a true husband and wife."

Yu Xin reached out her trembling hand to take the wine cup.

Their arms intertwined.

"Cheers."

Su Xuanchen drained his cup.

Yu Xin also closed her eyes and drank the wine.

The pungent liquid entered her throat, turning into a warm current that flowed through her entire body.

Su Xuanchen set down his cup and looked at the woman whose eyes were filled with him, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Wife..."

He leaned in and kissed those soft red lips.

Yu Xin's delicate body trembled slightly as she closed her eyes, responding clumsily yet passionately.

The red candle popped, and then slowly went out.

In the darkness.

The sound of clothes sliding off was clearly audible.

Su Xuanchen's palm brushed over her skin, which was like mutton-fat white jade; every touch ignited a long-accumulated flame.

"Husband... be gentle..."

Yu Xin's voice trembled as her hands tightly gripped Su Xuanchen's shoulders.

She was so weak, so dependent.

The candlelight flickered and then went out.

Not long after, an intoxicating cry of pain rang out.

However, before Su Xuanchen could indulge in the gentle embrace for long...

A terrifying aura erupted from Yu Xin's body without any warning.

This was not Spiritual Qi,

nor was it Divine Sense,

it was an ancient, vast, and noble imperial pressure that made even heaven and earth submit!

This aura was so strong that even Su Xuanchen, who was at the Peak of the Great Saint Realm with a body comparable to a Quasi-Emperor, felt a tremor in his heart.

"What's going on?!"

Su Xuanchen's expression changed drastically, and his movements instantly froze.

He noticed that the delicate body in his arms was rapidly turning cold.

That coldness was not a drop in temperature,

but an indifference from the depths of the Soul.

"Yu Xin?"

Su Xuanchen called out tentatively, his palm instinctively trying to soothe her.

The next second.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes suddenly snapped open.

They were no longer Yu Xin's gentle, water-like eyes.

But a pair of eyes... as deep and cold as the eternal starry sky, devoid of any human emotion!

Within those eyes, there seemed to be the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the change of dynasties, and billions of living beings kneeling in worship.

She just quietly looked at Su Xuanchen, who was pressing down on her.

Like a God King sitting high in the Nine Heavens, looking at a reckless ant.

Su Xuanchen's... was still inside her body.

The originally romantic atmosphere instantly turned into a Shura Field.

"How... dare you!"

Two words.

Were uttered from the red lips that should have been moaning.

The voice was soft,

yet it was like rolling heavenly thunder, containing supreme majesty and fury, exploding within Su Xuanchen's Sea of Consciousness.