139: Chapter 139 Returning to the Capital with the Phoenix is ​​Not for Gratitude, the Sword Immortal's Wedding Shocks the Officials

Yankang Capital, ten miles of long streets, red silk covering the sky.

Since the founding of Yankang Kingdom, there had never been such a grand, yet oppressive wedding.

What should have been a road for the wedding procession filled with gongs, drums, and joy was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

All shops and residences within the capital had their doors tightly shut.

Only along both sides of the street, the Imperial Guards stretching for miles and the civil and military officials of the imperial court were dressed in their finest attire.

Each and every one of them wore a solemn expression, even carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, standing with bowed heads.

"Hum!"

At the end of the horizon, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

Behind the rolling clouds, a solar divine ship emitting golden light that seemed to boil the sea and burn the heavens appeared.

Like a suspended golden mountain, it broke through the sea of clouds and slowly descended directly above the capital.

On both sides of the divine ship, the thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect each rode ferocious Yao Beasts, arrayed in formation with heavy Killing Intent.

And at the prow of the ship, Ling Yuxiu wore a phoenix coronet and robes woven from top-grade heavenly silkworm silk, studded with Nine Heavens star sand, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

Yet it was the appearance of the man beside her that caused the entire capital to suffocate instantly.

Ye Xiu wore a white robe, with that signature purple-red wine gourd hanging at his waist.

He had not changed into cumbersome wedding attire, but simply draped a red cloak embroidered with dark gold Dragon patterns over his white robe.

He held the newborn True Dragon cub in one hand, while the other hand stroked the wine gourd with extreme casualness.

His gold and silver heterochromatic eyes looked down upon the civil and military officials below like ants, and a look of arrogant disdain curled the corners of his mouth.

"Old man, is this what you called 'celebrating with the whole world'?"

Ye Xiu laughed scornfully, his voice not loud, but under the reinforcement of his Sendai Second Heaven power, it echoed clearly in the ears of every minister.

"Boom!"

The solar divine ship landed steadily above the square in front of the Taiji Palace, its massive shadow directly covering the newly renovated symbol of imperial power.

"Respectfully welcoming the Prince Consort back to the capital! Respectfully welcoming the Seventh Princess back to the capital!"

As the Old Emperor stood up tremblingly beside the dilapidated dragon throne to pay respects, the thousands of civil and military officials below, like wheat being cut down, knelt down in unison, their foreheads heavily knocking against the white marble floor.

"We subjects... kneel to welcome the Supreme!"

The shouting shook the sky, yet carried an irrepressible sob.

Those ministers who had once impeached Ye Xiu in the court as a "treacherous official" were now wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches, terrified that this living Yama would remember to settle scores with them on his wedding day.

"Tsk, kneeling quite uniformly."

Ye Xiu held the child, took Ling Yuxiu's jade-like hand, and stepped down through the air.

He did not walk on the red carpet, but stepped directly on the Void Realm, landing step by step onto the stairs in front of the Taiji Palace.

With every footprint he left, the officials below felt as if their chests had been smashed by a heavy hammer, and their faces turned a shade paler.

"Cult Leader Ye, the auspicious hour has arrived."

The Minister of Rites trembled as he held up the gold scroll, his voice shaking as if he were sifting bran.

He had presided over countless imperial ceremonies in his life, but only this time did he feel like he was dancing before the gates of hell.

"Why bother with so many empty rituals?"

Ye Xiu didn't even glance at the gold scroll, kicking over the solid gold incense burner in front of him, sending sparks flying.

He turned around and sat down brazenly on the chair beside the Old Emperor, the one originally intended for the Empress Dowager.

Before the eyes of all the civil and military officials, he pulled out the stopper of his wine gourd and took a deep gulp of strong liquor.

Then, eyeing the dark mass of kneeling people below, he sneered: "This Sect Leader brought his wife back today, not to listen to you chant scriptures. I like to hear the truth. Come, gentlemen, raise your heads and look at this red outfit of this Sect Leader. Does it look good?"

The ministers below looked at each other, none daring to be the first to speak.

"Hmm? No one speaking?"

Ye Xiu's eyes darkened slightly, and a terrifying pressure, enough to shatter the Dao Heart of a Divine Bridge Realm expert, instantly poured down like a tsunami!

"Pfft— Pfft— Pfft—!"

The few middle-aged generals in the front row who had participated in the assassination of Ye Xiu could not withstand this pressure, and they spat out blood on the spot, collapsing to the ground, shivering.

"It looks good! It looks extremely good! The Prince Consort has heaven-defying Divine Might, and is a match made in heaven with the Seventh Princess!"

"The Sect Leader is high-spirited, truly the good fortune of our Yankang and the blessing of the people!"

For a time, the originally dead-silent square instantly erupted with sycophantic praise.

Those civil officials and military generals who usually claimed to be noble, now, under Ye Xiu's domineering gaze, were performing even more diligently than clowns in a theater troupe.

"Hahaha! Acting very realistically!"

Ye Xiu threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with extreme contempt for imperial power and officialdom.

He turned to look at the delicate and beautiful Ling Yuxiu beside him, his gold and silver heterochromatic eyes filled with indulgence.

"Yuxiu, look, these are the 'pillars of the nation' who once wanted to lock you deep in the palace and wanted to chop me into pieces. Today they are kneeling here to give you blessings. Do you think this play is exciting?"

Ling Yuxiu looked at those uncles who were usually so majestic, now begging for pity like dogs, and a trace of complex satisfaction flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She gently held Ye Xiu's hand and said tenderly: "The play that my husband likes is naturally exciting."

"Exciting is good!"

Ye Xiu stood up, pulled Ling Yuxiu into his arms, and then looked at the remnants of the Crown Prince hiding behind the crowd, too scared to raise their heads.

"Old Emperor, I will drink this wedding wine right here. But as for the bridal chamber, a place like the capital, filled with the stench of rot, is not worthy."

Ye Xiu once again unleashed that extremely domineering rule, pointing to the solar divine ship in the sky: "Tonight, this Sect Leader is taking his wives back to Canlao Village in The Great Ruins for the bridal chamber! Since the ten miles of red silk in this capital were your good intentions, this Sect Leader will not be polite."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Xiu spat out a mouthful of leftover wine, his right fingers formed into a sword, and he slashed through the air!

"Swish!"

The ten miles of red silk, worth ten thousand gold, that had been spread across the streets and alleys of the capital, under the manipulation of Ye Xiu's Sendai Sword Qi, actually rose into the air like a crimson dragon, tightly wrapping the entire Yankang imperial city within it!

Finally, the ten miles of red silk twisted into a huge, extremely ironic red embroidered ball on top of the Taiji Palace.

"The empire as a betrothal gift, red silk to suppress the city!"

"This show, this Sect Leader is very satisfied!"

Ye Xiu laughed, held his son, took Ling Yuxiu, and amidst the shock and fear of the crowd, stepped onto the divine ship and left.

Leaving behind the civil and military officials, kneeling in the imperial city that was completely sealed by red silk, like a cage.

Looking at the golden sun gradually moving away in the sky, they dared not stand up for a long time.

This day, Yankang Capital had no laughter of a wedding, only the death-like submission after being ruled by absolute power.

Wine Sword Immortal Ye Xiu, with a "wedding" in the eyes of the public, completely broke the backbone of Yankang!