Chapter Index

    Lin Xun and the others were finally led to the plain beneath the main peak of Zilin Holy Land.

    This plain, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was filled with representatives from Sects across the Nine Continents who had come to offer congratulations.

    These representatives included Vice Sect Masters and Elders, essentially the second-in-command of their Sects, and they were accompanied by the Young Elites of their Sects.

    These Young Elites brought to observe the ceremony would, without exception, become the Pillars of their respective Sects, and future Sect Masters would emerge from among them.

    The direct descendants of the Elders from the various halls and peaks of Zilin Holy Land were dispatched to greet guests, and the Hall Masters, Peak Masters, and various Deacons personally came out to receive them.

    As for the Outer Sect Disciples of Zilin Holy Land, they were not qualified to be on this plain. After escorting Lin Xun and the others, they took their leave, looking at Lin Xun and the others with envy.

    In fact, according to the rules of previous Zilin Grand Ceremonies, ordinary Mortals like Lin Xun were not allowed to enter the Zilin Plain.

    However, this time, Saintess Jiang Qingshang specifically requested that all one hundred citizens of Qian Kingdom be allowed onto the plain.

    No one found this strange, as Jiang Qingshang was originally the younger sister of the Empress of Qian Kingdom, so granting special convenience to Qian Kingdom was understandable.

    In reality, Qingshang hadn’t thought that much about it; it was just that if her Husband came to the plain alone, he would attract too much attention, so she simply had everyone else come to the Zilin Plain together.

    The ordinary citizens from Qian Kingdom felt like they were dreaming upon seeing Immortals all around them. They were extremely nervous, afraid that even standing still would block someone’s path.

    Lin Xun, however, was quite casual. He looked around, pacing back and forth, constantly searching for his wife, but realized there were too many people, making her almost impossible to find.

    He didn’t dare release his Divine Sense, otherwise, if his identity were discovered, these Cultivators would feel like tens of thousands of them had been surrounded by him alone.

    As for Nong Qin, she continuously followed behind Lin Xun, her small hand clutching the corner of his garment, keeping her head bowed the entire time.

    In fact, the girl was still immersed in shock and couldn’t recover. Every time she looked up at Lin Xun’s back, her heart pounded rapidly.

    She desperately wanted to get closer to him, yet she found that merely holding onto the corner of his clothes consumed all of her strength.

    The young girl felt like she was dreaming, afraid that she would wake up and find everything was false, and that she still hadn’t found Your Highness.

    Regarding Nong Qin clinging to his clothes, Lin Xun also felt it wasn’t ideal, mainly because Nong Qin’s appearance, especially her figure, was too striking, coupled with her otherworldly temperament.

    Even the Young Elites from the Immortal Sects couldn’t help but look at her, and some even “lowered themselves” to go and strike up a conversation.

    So, given her lack of security, Lin Xun allowed her to hold his sleeve.

    But this was ultimately not a solution.

    Otherwise, when he finally found Qinger, and she saw him together with Nong Qin, wouldn’t he have to Kneel on the Washboard when he got home?

    But—

    Lin Xun glanced sideways at the girl who was holding his sleeve and bowing her Beautiful Head. She was like a Weak Little Beast who had found something to rely on, and he couldn’t just shake her off.

    Just as Lin Xun was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt that the weight behind him had increased.

    Turning his head, he saw a cute, innocent girl look up, her clear eyes blinking as she stared at him.

    “I… I want to too.”

    The girl named Ruo Wangchen spoke softly, her voice pure and white as snow, without the slightest Impurities.

    At Saintess Peak of Zilin Holy Land, in the Boudoir before a Silver Mirror, Maidservants carefully drew the girl’s eyebrows, fearing the slightest mistake.

    But this face was too beautiful, leaving the Maidservants unsure what to do, afraid that any extra makeup would detract from her exquisite looks.

    In the end, only a light application of powder and rouge was used. The young girl lightly held a piece of Red Paper in her mouth, her small, well-defined lips gently pursed, forming a rosy thin line that made one long to kiss them.

    The girl stood up, and the Maidservants helped her put on the Zilin Dharma Robe.

    When everything was complete, the moment the girl stepped out of the Boudoir, the Maidservants waiting outside were all stunned into a daze.

    Her eyes were like water, yet carried a hint of coldness, seeming to see through everything. Her slender fingers and skin were like congealed fat, snow-white tinged with pink, appearing so delicate that water could be wrung from it. Her Vermilion Lips curved into a charming smile.

    Her long hair flowed straight down to her ankles. When untied, her Dark Hair danced in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance. Her waist was slender, like the delicate willow branches of West Lake.

    She wore a light purple floor-length dress embroidered with Hidden Butterfly Patterns. A portion of her Dark Hair was loosely gathered with a Butterfly Tassel, and a butterfly carved from a Luminous Pearl rested on her forehead, emitting a faint glow. Her Beautiful Eyebrows were lightly drawn.

    A Crystal Necklace around her neck accentuated her sharp collarbones. A White Jade Bracelet on her wrist highlighted her snow-like skin. Her beautiful eyes shifted, making her seem like a Pale butterfly that had lost its breath in the darkness.

    It turned out there really was a woman who could be this beautiful!

    I truly wonder how the Great Dao created such a perfect Bewitching Beauty.

    “How is it, Wang Xing? Do I look good?”

    The girl looked at her Close Friend next to her and asked with a hint of nervousness.

    It was hard to imagine that such a pure and beautiful woman could have a trace of self-doubt in her tone!

    “Sister Qingshang,” Wang Xing smiled helplessly. “If Wang Xing said ‘you don’t look good,’ then no other woman in the world would dare call herself ‘beautiful’.”

    “That’s right, Your Highness.” Xiao Chan, a Fangirl standing nearby, looked at her Idol with stars in her eyes. “When Your Highness raises her head, the women of the world will likely have to bow down.”

    “Do I really look good?” Jiang Qingshang asked again, turning around once, like a nervous girl preparing to meet her boyfriend for a date.

    “Really, really,” Wang Xing said, smiling as she took Jiang Qingshang’s soft, boneless hand. “Today, who knows how many of those Young Elites from various continents and factions will fall into a Heart Demon.”

    “The City Lord of Tianji City said Lin Xun would lose to Your Highness a hundred years from now. I’m afraid Your Highness only needs a single glance to completely steal Lin Xun’s soul.”

    Listening to all the compliments, Jiang Qingshang naturally paid no mind to the Young Elites or Lin Xun.

    For her, as long as he thought she looked good, that was enough. What did the rest of the world matter to her?

    “Your Highness, we should go. The time is almost here.”

    Although Xiao Chan, standing nearby, really didn’t want those stinky men to see Your Highness looking so peerlessly beautiful, she knew it was impossible, as the Zilin Grand Ceremony required Your Highness to preside over it.

    “Then let’s go.”

    Jiang Qingshang placed her hands neatly in front of her, moving her Lotus Steps lightly.

    The moment the girl’s slender, jade-like legs took their first step, Purple Clouds filled the sky for a thousand miles around Zilin Holy Land.

    “This is your first time seeing my real appearance, isn’t it? You should be careful, they all say I’m very beautiful. Don’t let me steal your soul.”

    Thinking of that dull piece of wood, the young woman’s lips curved slightly, like a crescent of rice wine, capable of intoxicating the entire world… 【Feel free to submit more fan art for the characters~~~】

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