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Azure Profound Realm

Wanlong Mountain

This place is the supreme holy land of the Qingxuan Realm, and also the dojo of the Qingxuan Emperor Clan's patriarch, the Holy Lord Wanlong.

Mount Wanlong is imbued with countless dragon energies, and its body is entirely composed of innate dragon crystals and jade.

Each mountain peak is transformed into a coiled dragon, with dragon veins crisscrossing and dragon roars echoing. Its holy might is vast and overwhelming, crushing countless ages of time and space. Ordinary cultivators cannot even get close to this place.

Any being below the rank of saint who enters this place will be crushed by the overwhelming dragon's might, their soul and spirit destroyed, and they will never be able to be reborn.

The entire Wanlong Mountain soars into the clouds, reaching straight into the heavens. Its summit connects with the Heavenly Dao, overlooking the vast rivers and mountains of the entire Qingxuan Realm.

Immortal mountains, seas of clouds, spiritual rivers, and ancient secret realms are all within sight.

At the very heart of Wanlong Mountain, atop the most fertile stone dragon, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons sits cross-legged on a dragon-shaped stone throne.

He wore a long blue robe embroidered with a blue dragon pattern, his face looked slightly weathered, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and his gaze was distant.

At this moment, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons closed his eyes and focused his mind, quietly gazing at the magnificent landscape of the Azure Profound Realm beneath his feet. His aura was calm and steady, and he remained silent.

Behind him stood an old man clad in a black robe. Looking at the composed and unperturbed Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons before him, the old man could no longer contain his resentment. He stepped forward and couldn't help but speak.

"Clan leader, how could you insist on marrying Princess Ning Shuang to that good-for-nothing Wang Sheng!"

"That Wang Sheng is nothing more than a cultivator with mortal talent. His cultivation has plummeted to the True Monarch realm, his path to immortality is almost severed. He is a complete waste of a junior and is utterly unworthy of the noble and precious Princess Ning Shuang!"

"Let alone the fact that he's only a mere True Lord now, even if he were to return to his former Yin God Realm, with his lowly mortal talent, he would hardly achieve anything higher in this lifetime. His lifelong accomplishments would be limited, and he would never amount to anything. He would only drag Your Highness down and ruin Your Highness's eternal path to immortality!"

"More importantly, this kid has caused a catastrophe, personally provoking the mortal enemy, the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan. The newly crowned imperial prince of the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan has died tragically, and all clues point to Wang Sheng. This is an irreconcilable feud!"

"Princess Ning Shuang is the daughter of my Qingxuan Imperial Clan, of noble birth. Marrying him would mean unjustly incurring a lifetime of bloodshed, bearing the karmic burden of certain death, and having to endure the Taixuan Imperial Clan's mad revenge in the future, with her life constantly in danger!"

"Clan leader, this matter concerns the honor of the imperial clan, and even more so, the lifelong well-being of Princess Ning Shuang. You must think this through carefully!"

The old man in black robes, Qi Yuan, became more and more anxious as he spoke, his dissatisfaction and resentment making no attempt to hide them.

His mind was preoccupied with the marriage of his descendant, Xu Ningshuang, and he could not accept that the proud and talented imperial princess would marry a penniless, low-talented, and blood-hatred junior.

Listening to Qi Yuan's incessant complaints and disobedient advice behind him,

A flash of anger suddenly appeared in the originally calm eyes of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons. His invisible holy might trembled slightly, but he forcibly suppressed his anger and did not immediately lash out.

He remained silent for several breaths, his aura growing increasingly cold. He slowly spoke, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable imperial majesty, each word ringing out powerfully throughout the entire Wanlong Mountain.

"During the Tonggu era, my Qingxuan Imperial Clan's ancestor, the Qingxuan Emperor, after countless ages of arduous cultivation, was about to break through to the ninth-order Dao Saint realm, a supreme Dao realm rarely seen in all the heavens and myriad realms."

"But at that time, the Tai Xuan Emperor of the Tai Xuan Clan was despicable and shameless, narrow-minded, and fearful that our clan's Great Emperor would achieve the Great Dao and surpass their clan's fortune in the future. He disregarded his reputation and secretly resorted to despicable means, launching a sneak attack halfway and attempting to kill our Qing Xuan Clan's fortune!"

"Fortunately, our clan's Qingxuan Emperor possesses unparalleled supernatural powers and incomparable talent. Even when faced with a deadly ambush from a Dao-enlightened expert, he remained calm and composed, withstanding the fatal blow and successfully breaking through his cultivation realm to ascend to the ninth-tier Emperor position, thus preserving the eternal fortune of our Qingxuan Imperial Clan!"

"But from that battle onward, my Qingxuan clan and the Taixuan clan forged an irreconcilable blood feud. For countless ages, the two clans have fought endlessly, their blood staining the heavens. The war has lasted for tens of thousands of years, causing immense suffering to the people. Later, the fighting gradually subsided, but the deep-seated grudges buried in our blood have never been resolved in the slightest and continue to this day!"

"Through the passage of time and the changing of the ages, too many of our clansmen have become complacent and indulged in pleasure, gradually forgetting the deep-seated hatred of the past and the despicable and vicious nature of the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan. But as the clan leader, I bear the mission of my clan and have never dared to forget, nor can I forget!"

"Now, a mere junior who has killed the imperial son of the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan and dared to confront the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan head-on, yet you, a group of high-ranking saints, don't even have the courage to take him in. You are filled with fear and try to avoid him at all costs!"

"Given your cowardly nature, if the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan were to launch a massive military campaign to annihilate my Qing Xuan Realm, would you still kneel down and surrender, betraying your clan and clinging to life for a living?"

The words of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, carrying boundless rage and supreme holy might, resounded throughout the entire Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain.

As the last word fell, the countless dragon veins of Wanlong Mountain instantly awakened, and a deafening dragon roar pierced the sky and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Ten thousand dragons roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth. Mountains collapsed, clouds rolled back, and the entire space-time of Wanlong Mountain was instantly frozen by supreme holy might. All things fell silent, the wind stopped and the clouds ceased, plunging into a deathly stillness that made all things in heaven and earth tremble.

Although Qi Yuan was a powerful Saint Realm cultivator with profound cultivation,

But this was the Daoist temple of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, blessed by the dragon veins of Ten Thousand Dragon Mountain. Facing the Holy Lord's overwhelming rage, he was utterly powerless to resist. His saintly power was instantly suppressed, his face turned ashen, and he immediately knelt on one knee, filled with fear, and hurriedly bowed his head to beg for forgiveness.

"Your subordinate Qi Yuan knows his mistake! His words offended the clan leader, he forgot the clan's kindness, and disregarded the ancient clan feud. He deserves to die. Please punish him, clan leader!"

This old man in black robes was none other than Qi Yuan, the ancestor of the Qi family, an affiliated clan of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, and was respectfully known as Saint Qi.

Princess Xu Ningshuang was also a descendant of the Qi family.

Her father was a son-in-law of the imperial family and a core member of the Qi family. Xu Ningshuang was born with the blood of both the imperial family and the Qi family. She was pampered since childhood and had a sage backing her up, making her extremely noble.

Because of this,

In this grand event of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan selecting Daoist partners and marrying off various imperial daughters, Xu Ningshuang's status was second only to Xu Qingge, the direct descendant of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, and on par with the ruthless Xu Qingyue, placing her in the second tier.

This woman, a woman of noble birth, unparalleled beauty, and a bright future, was ultimately forced by the clan leader to marry off to Wang Sheng, an unknown junior with inferior talent, declining cultivation, and a ruined future.

Qi Yuan's anger, resentment, and frustration had reached their peak, which is why he disregarded social status and rashly stepped forward to advise the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, hoping to persuade him to retract his order. However, he did not expect to completely anger the Holy Lord and offend the majesty of the imperial clan.

Normally, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons treats the saints of the imperial clan's affiliated forces with gentleness, chatting and laughing with them as equals, and never being arrogant.

However, when it comes to the dignity of the ancestral emperors, the grudges of countless clans, or the fate and stance of the imperial clan, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons is impartial and incorruptible, showing no mercy whatsoever, and even less tolerating any disobedience, cowardice, or compromise from anyone.

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons remained cold and unforgiving towards Qi Yuan's actions, his tone indifferent.

"Qi Yuan, you have disobeyed the clan leader, recklessly discussed clan decrees, feared powerful enemies, wavered in your resolve, and violated the rules of the Imperial Clan. Effective immediately, your cultivation is sealed, and you are to be in seclusion for one hundred years. You are forbidden from stepping out of the Qi Clan's forbidden area, and you are forbidden from interfering in any clan affairs. Reflect on your actions!"

The punishment was not too severe, but it completely extinguished Qi Yuan's hope of pleading for Xu Ningshuang again.

Qi Yuan lowered his head, filled with fear and trepidation, daring not to utter a single objection. His voice was respectful as he answered, "Yes! Your subordinate will obey the clan chief's command!"

After speaking, Qi Yuan bowed respectfully, slowly rose, and retreated from the top of Stone Dragon Peak in a daze, not daring to utter another word.

……

Meanwhile, within the Azure Profound Realm, in a magnificent, ethereal, and extremely luxurious imperial palace...

A beaded curtain hangs gently, and fragrant mist fills the air. The furnishings inside the hall are all made of innate spiritual jade, and immortal flowers bloom eternally. It is an unparalleled residence specially created for the imperial daughter.

Inside the palace, a stunningly beautiful woman sat gracefully on a couch; she was none other than Xu Ningshuang, the imperial daughter who was betrothed to Wang Sheng.

She was born with unparalleled beauty, with skin as white as snow, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings, and a graceful figure. She was naturally gentle and charming, a rare beauty in the world.

But at this moment, her face was streaked with tears, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she was crying and throwing a tantrum, her emotions collapsing and she was hysterical.

"Why! Why me of all people!"

"There are nine imperial daughters in the clan. In terms of status, appearance, and talent, why not let them marry that good-for-nothing Wang Sheng? Why choose me instead!"

"I won't marry him! I'd rather die than marry him! I will never marry a worthless, down-on-his-luck cultivator. My Daoist partner should be a peerless genius, an unparalleled powerhouse who sweeps across all realms, not a good-for-nothing like him!"

Xu Ningshuang sobbed, her heart filled with despair and resistance.

She was pampered and spoiled since childhood, and was proud and arrogant. How could she accept marrying a disgraced and down-on-his-luck junior and ruining her life?

The maids and elder women of the clan standing in the hall looked at each other, their faces troubled, their heads bowed, not daring to breathe, all at a loss and not daring to step forward to comfort them.

The marriage contract, personally issued by the clan leader Wanlong Shengzhu, is the supreme command of the imperial clan, witnessed by the Heavenly Dao and bound by blood ties, except for the appearance and pronouncement of the Qingxuan Emperor himself.

Otherwise, no one can change it, and no one can defy it.

No matter how much Xu Ningshuang cried and made a scene, the marriage was already a done deal.

Just as chaos erupted inside the hall, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside. A direct descendant of the Qi family stood bowing outside the palace gate, not daring to step inside. His expression was respectful and solemn as he spoke loudly, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall.

"The Sage Qi is about to enter seclusion for a hundred years. Before his seclusion, he leaves a special message for Princess Ning Shuang: May Your Highness soar through the heavens like a phoenix, enjoy a lifetime of peace and prosperity, and live forever!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Qi family members dared not linger and immediately bowed and left, not daring to disturb the imperial princess inside the hall.

Inside the palace, Xu Ningshuang, who had been hysterically crying and making a scene, stopped crying instantly upon hearing these words.

She stood frozen in place, her pretty face blank, her eyes vacant, and she fell completely silent.

She knew perfectly well that Ancestor Qi Yuan had recklessly offended the Holy Might for her sake, to plead for her, and ultimately suffered the punishment of a hundred years of seclusion.

At this moment, the last shred of resistance in Xu Ningshuang's heart completely collapsed.

Overwhelmed by grievances, despair, and helplessness, Xu Ningshuang slumped onto the couch, her eyes lifeless and her face ashen. She was utterly lost in despair, too exhausted to even shed a tear.

Just when she was at her wit's end and her heart was filled with despair,

An elderly woman, who had served her for many years and was highly experienced, quietly moved in front of her. She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then lowered her voice and, using an extremely secretive technique of telepathy, whispered in Xu Ningshuang's ear.

"Miss, do not despair. I have a secret method that can help you escape in the future, or subdue Wang Sheng completely without making a sound, thus relieving your hatred!"

That short sentence was like a ray of light in the darkness, gradually restoring a glimmer of life to Xu Ningshuang's empty eyes.

She was already in dire straits. Even though she knew that the old woman in front of her had low cultivation and no ability to defy the heavens, she could only grasp at this last straw.

Her eyes reddened, her voice trembled with tears, and she asked softly, full of hope, "What way? Tell me quickly!"

A subtle, profound meaning flashed in the old woman's eyes. She leaned closer to Xu Ningshuang again, lowering her voice to a whisper, "Miss, I've happened to hear a timeless poem that contains profound truths, each word piercing the heart. It would be perfect for Wang Sheng!"

The poem reads: "A beautiful woman of sixteen, her body like soft butter, a sword at her waist to slay foolish men! Though no heads fall, she secretly drains their marrow!"

"Miss, you are a natural beauty, stunningly beautiful, with an innate allure, a graceful figure, and a natural charm that has a fatal attraction for men."

"Do you know that sexual relations between men and women are the most depleting of a cultivator's vital essence? Even with the highest cultivation level, one cannot withstand endless depletion!"

"Wang Sheng's cultivation had already declined, his foundation was damaged, his talent was inferior, and his source of energy was depleted. He simply couldn't withstand the slightest depletion. As long as you let go of your inner turmoil, marry him in the future, stay with him day and night, and keep him occupied, exhausting his cultivation source, essence, and vital energy, you won't need to kill him with your own hands or get involved in karma. In a few decades or even a few hundred years, his source of energy will surely be exhausted, his Dao heart shattered, and he will die and his Dao will dissipate, completely turning into a handful of dust!"

The old woman spoke with unwavering conviction, gently comforting Xu Ningshuang, who was on the verge of a breakdown.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ningshuang's pretty face instantly turned bright red, her cheeks burning. She lowered her head shyly, her ears and neck flushed crimson. Filled with shyness and embarrassment, she was at a loss for words.

After a while,

Encouraged by the old woman's gentle words, Xu Ningshuang raised her head, her eyes resolute and filled with determination. In a soft, sweet voice, she asked with a mixture of shyness and ruthlessness, "Then, in matters of the bedchamber, can I take the initiative, exert more effort, and make him exhaust his essence faster, causing him to die sooner? Please teach me in detail, Granny!"

The old woman smiled knowingly, answered softly, and carefully taught Xu Ningshuang all the methods involved.

"Of course, Miss. Please allow me to explain in detail. There is a method of sitting meditation in this world..."

Time flies by.

The news of the marriage arrangement within the Qingxuan Imperial Clan spread throughout all the heavens and myriad realms.

Wang Sheng, a Yin God cultivator who had fallen from grace and lost all his cultivation, managed to suppress all the geniuses and win the marriage contract with the Empress, a feat that caused a sensation in countless worlds around him.

The matter sparked heated discussions among cultivators from all walks of life, causing a public uproar.

The vast majority of cultivators, unaware of the truth, had no idea of ​​Wang Sheng's true strength. They all one-sidedly believed that Wang Sheng was relying on the remaining power of his former Yin God realm to bully lower-level cultivators with his high realm, bullying the weak with the strong, and that his victory was unfair and his methods were shameless and despicable.

In everyone's eyes, Yin Shen Xianjun was already two major realms higher than the Dharma Aspect Realm. Even if he had fallen in realm, his foundation and combat power far exceeded that of ordinary True Monarchs. This kind of competition was simply an unfair cheating act.

Wang Sheng's shameless methods of attaching himself to the Qingxuan Imperial Clan and marrying the noble imperial daughter have thoroughly aroused the resentment, contempt, and jealousy of cultivators across the heavens. Countless old monsters at the Yin God Realm are filled with envy and keep cursing him.

Regardless of what others say...

This grand selection of husbands for the Qingxuan Imperial Clan, apart from the competition of the Ruyi Mountain lineage, has concluded the competitions of geniuses from all realms and forces. All the imperial daughters, holy maidens of holy lands, and talented women have chosen their respective Daoist partners.

The ten imperial daughters of the Qingxuan Imperial Clan married together, and the entire clan held a grand wedding banquet that spanned the heavens. Thousands of forces gathered, and powerful figures from all the heavens came to offer their congratulations. The scene was magnificent and unprecedented.

The people of the Holy Martial World, from various factions, all came with generous gifts to offer their congratulations.

The arch-rival, the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan, also feigned sending congratulatory gifts, offering superficial congratulations while secretly exerting pressure on the Qing Xuan Imperial Clan to hand over Wang Sheng, intending to eliminate them completely. However, the Wanlong Saint Lord rejected their offer without hesitation.

After the wedding banquet, Wang Sheng and Xu Ningshuang were settled by the Qingxuan Imperial Clan in the Hidden Flower Valley, a place with excellent spiritual energy within the realm.

This place is blessed with beautiful mountains and clear waters, where spiritual energy converges. It is quiet and elegant, and was specially bestowed upon the imperial princess and her husband as a place for cultivation.

The entire Hidden Flower Valley, along with the surrounding 100,000 li of territory, was placed under the name of Wang Sheng and his wife, and placed under their complete control. At the same time, the imperial clan allocated a massive amount of rare and precious materials, cultivation resources, and techniques to Hidden Flower Valley, specifically for the two of them to cultivate.

Wang Sheng sat upright in the main hall of Canghua Valley, holding the supreme cultivation technique bestowed upon him by the Qingxuan Imperial Clan. His fingertips lightly caressed the ancient text, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he murmured to himself...

"This is the Nine-Character Dharma Form Technique inherited by the Qingxuan Imperial Clan. It is indeed profound and unparalleled, far more powerful than the ordinary Eight-Character Dharma Form Technique in the world!"

Just as Wang Sheng calmed down and was about to go into seclusion to cultivate, consolidate his cultivation, and break through his realm, a cold and majestic clan leader's decree descended from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire Qingxuan Realm and reaching the Hidden Flower Valley.

"Imperial Decree: All newly joined members and Daoist partners of the Azure Profound Imperial Clan shall enjoy a hundred years of free cultivation. Upon completion of the hundred-year period, they must travel to the border to participate in a ten-year Civilization War, where they shall fight and hone their skills. Only after ten years may they return to the Azure Profound Realm."

Upon hearing the clan leader's decree, Wang Sheng's expression froze, then his brows furrowed, and he almost blurted out an angry curse, "Clan leader, what the hell!"

A century is neither a long nor a short time, but for Wang Sheng, who had a formidable enemy at his doorstep, it was far from enough.

Just as Wang Sheng was struggling with whether or not to ignore external doubts and break through realms one after another,

The second clan leader's decree suddenly descended upon Hidden Flower Valley, but it was an exception made specifically for Wang Sheng.

"By order of the clan chief, Wang Sheng is granted a special privilege due to his special status, circumstances, and unstable cultivation. He is granted a thousand years of free cultivation time and will not need to participate in the war of civilizations a hundred years from now."

This order was personally issued by the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons.

The purpose was to disgust the Tai Xuan Imperial Clan and prevent Wang Sheng from being secretly harmed by them when he participated in the Civilization War.

Therefore, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons made a special exception for Wang Sheng, allowing him to live a few more years.

"The clan leader is wise!"

Wang Sheng was overjoyed.

Xu Ningshuang, who already knew Wang Sheng's identity and was excitedly anticipating his participation in the Civilization War, turned icy cold upon hearing the second clan leader's order, her heart filled with resentment.

"Wang Sheng, since you can't die on the battlefield, then I'll make you die in bed!"

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