Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Banquet Begins, Emperor’s Panhuang Sword, Jun Xiaoyao Arrives at the Forbidden City!
The time finally came to half a month later, the day the banquet was set to begin.
On this day, the entire Imperial City seemed to boil with excitement.
People from all major forces thronged towards the Forbidden City in the center of the Imperial City.
Many who weren’t qualified to attend the banquet also followed along, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of the excitement from outside.
Many were also very curious about which young hero would eventually win the hand of Wu Mingyue, the Ming Pearl of the Divine Dynasty.
Panwu Divine Dynasty Imperial Palace, Forbidden City.
The grandiose Forbidden City, akin to the Ancient Celestial Court, exuded an aura of majesty.
The Golden Palace of Clouds, with glazed tile rooftops, was shrouded in divine radiance and auspicious colors.
From a distance, it appeared much like the Lingxiao Palace.
The Forbidden City, it is said, was ordered to be crafted by countless artisans at the founding of the Divine Dynasty by Emperor Panwu.
It is also a major symbol of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.
As for the Panwu Mausoleum, it lies deep behind the Forbidden City.
It is also the absolute Forbidden Land of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, and without permission, anyone who approaches is to be executed without mercy.
At this moment, a grand feast was being held inside the Forbidden City.
Countless delicacies were brought in by the palace maids.
Members of many top forces and Immortal Dao Lineages gathered together.
In one of the halls of the Forbidden City, Wu Mingyue, dressed in a bright red robe, sat in front of a dressing table.
Several palace maids beside her were arranging her hair.
Dressed in a red robe, Wu Mingyue looked even more charming and alluring.
Her eyes were like pools of water, her brows perfectly shaped like ink painting, her skin as creamy as marble lightly dusted with powder, and her lips touched with a hint of crimson, stunningly beautiful.
However, there was an indelible trace of melancholy between her brows.
Seeing this, a personal palace maid who had followed her since childhood said, "Your Highness, today is the day you choose a Prince Consort, you should be a bit more cheerful."
Wu Mingyue shook her head slightly and replied, "Xi’Er, how can I be happy when I cannot freely choose my partner."
Wu Mingyue wondered if Xiao Chen would come.
Actually, she didn’t want Xiao Chen to come.
Because even if Xiao Chen came, it wouldn’t change anything.
Her father, the Panwu Divine Lord, would never allow her to marry someone with no background.
Unless Xiao Chen’s talent was as monstrous as Jun Xiaoyao’s, only then might he be valued.
But is that possible?
In the entire Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, how many have talents that can match Jun Xiaoyao?
Xiao Chen is indeed hardworking, but if hard work was all it took, why would there be a need for talent?
"Your Highness, don’t be too downhearted, among those young heroes, there might be someone suitable for you." Xi’Er comforted.
"Oh, who could it be, is it the Champion Marquis?" Wu Mingyue sneered.
She knew that the Panwu Divine Lord actually wanted her to marry the Champion Marquis.
Not for anything else, but because the Champion Marquis had gained the Panhuang Spirit Sword’s recognition, and there was a slim chance he could be the reincarnation of Emperor Panwu.
Of course, even if he’s not, it doesn’t matter.
For what the Panwu Divine Lord most desires, is for the Champion Marquis to find the Panhuang Three Swords for him.
The Panhuang Spirit Sword is only one of the Panhuang Three Swords.
Besides it, there are also the Panhuang Years Sword and the Panhuang Void Sword.
Rumor has it that when the Panhuang Three Swords are combined, they can once again transform into Emperor Panwu’s Dao-proving Emperor Weapon, the Panhuang Sword.
Emperor’s Weapon, also known as Ancient Emperor’s Weapon, Great Emperor’s Weapon, Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.
They were the Dao-proving artifacts of the Ancient Great Emperors, possessing immense power.
An Emperor’s Weapon, when activated, could shatter the skies, annihilate eight domains, strike across the cosmos, and spill the blood of countless living beings!
To use an unillustrative metaphor, the deterrent power of an Emperor’s Weapon is akin to a nuclear weapon.
Generally speaking, any Immortal Dao Lineage with ancestors who were Supreme Emperors would have Emperor Weapon heritage.
The Panwu Divine Dynasty originally had one too.
However, later, the Panhuang Sword split into three.
The Panwu Divine Dynasty experienced much turmoil which ultimately led to the loss of the Panhuang Three Swords.
It wasn’t until Yang Pan obtained the Panhuang Spirit Sword that once again the Panwu Divine Dynasty regained hope.
Because of this, the Panwu Divine Lord so values Yang Pan, granting him the title of Champion Marquis.
This made Yang Pan even more arrogant, acting lawlessly throughout the Panwu Divine Dynasty like a local tyrant.
Xi’Er’s eyes flashed with a hint of disgust at the mention of the Champion Marquis.
The Champion Marquis’s reputation was truly notorious.
"Your Highness need not be disheartened, perhaps there’s someone capable of subduing the Champion Marquis." Xi’Er said, suddenly revealing a look of yearning.
"You mean..." Wu Mingyue spoke.
"Yes, it’s the Jun Family’s Divine Son, rumored to be divine as an immortal, good-natured, powerful, and unrivaled in background."
"He is simply the most perfect person ever in Xi’Er’s heart..." Xi’Er was immensely wondrous, stars seemingly twinkling in her eyes.
Good-natured?
An existence like an immortal?
Wu Mingyue’s Yu Yan tightened.
Yet another naive girl led astray by rumors and falsehoods.
Jun Xiaoyao was no immortal; he was a devil who wouldn’t leave you with your bones!
He had shown no pity to her, using despicable coercion to make her his slave.
Till now, Wu Mingyue held onto this secret tightly.
"Don’t mention him again." Wu Mingyue’s face cooled slightly.
"Oh..." Seeing Wu Mingyue’s expression, Xi’Er wisely shut her mouth.
She thought Wu Mingyue was upset about the Champion Marquis matter.
"I hope he doesn’t come." Wu Mingyue prayed in her heart.
Otherwise, she truly wouldn’t know how to face Jun Xiaoyao when the time comes.
...
At the same time.
In a quiet courtyard within the Imperial City, with a serene environment and pleasing scenery.
Immortal mist lingered, and divine radiance surrounded.
A holy atmosphere permeated the air.
In the courtyard, Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the ground.
The flowers and plants around him seemed to be nourished, blooming vibrantly.
And Jun Xiaoyao’s whole aura was even more transcendent.
His right arm appeared as if etched with an Immortal Pattern, like the arm of an Immortal.
In the distance, Qin Xuan looked at Jun Xiaoyao’s cultivation in amazement, her heart shaken.
The grandeur was too astonishing.
Beside her, the Nine-headed Lion, in the form of a nine-headed dog, idly lay on the ground, gnawing on spirit beast meat.
"Young Master’s aura is terrifyingly intense." Qin Xuan exclaimed.
"The master is a demon, this sight is nothing strange." The Nine-headed Lion replied lazily.
Just then, Jun Xiaoyao’s body quivered slightly, and he concluded his cultivation.
A pile of Immortal Origina that had lost its essence lay before him.
"Not bad, refined fourteen Daluo Immortal Bones, along with the previous six, exactly twenty." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
His right arm, including the wrist bones, palm bones, and finger bones, had a total of twenty bones refined into Daluo Immortal Bones.
The power enhancement was undoubtedly massive compared to before.
"Still a bottomless pit. If only I could find a ripe talent to exploit." Jun Xiaoyao mused to himself.
However, he thought for a moment and hadn’t found a suitable candidate yet.
As for Ye Xingyun, Jun Xiaoyao never cared about this minor character.
Nor did he know about the changes Ye Xingyun later underwent.
"The banquet is about to start too." Jun Xiaoyao stood up and walked towards Qin Xuan and the Nine-headed Lion.
"Let’s go." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Where is Young Master going?" Qin Xuan asked.
"Imperial Palace, heading to the Forbidden City for an appointment!" Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes were deep.
"An appointment?" Qin Xuan was puzzled.
At this time, the Nine-headed Lion did a roll and soared into the air.
Golden radiance surged, shaken heavens, and within a ten-mile radius, all cultivators were astonished.
Amidst the divine radiance, a majestic Nine-headed Lion appeared, roaring towards the sky!
Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the void, standing directly on the Nine-headed Lion’s back.
"What’s the matter, not coming together? I, the Divine Son, said you might want to look forward to it." Jun Xiaoyao gazed down, looking at Qin Xuan.
On the ground, Qin Xuan stood like a clay sculpture, fixed in place.
She seemed to have lost her soul.
"Young Master is... the Jun Family’s Divine Son?!"
Qin Xuan covered her lips with her jade hand, exclaiming uncontrollably as blood rushed to her head, her face flushed crimson.
Her mind swam, nearly fainting from the overwhelming surge of surprise, excitement, and thrill!