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Jiang Cheng was taken aback. His daughter... seemed angry.

Jiang Xi stood up.

"The First Human Emperor manifested the River of Humanity; that was the choice of the will of humanity, not a marriage contract." She looked at Jiang Cheng, her tone becoming more emotional.

"I am a Dao Embryo, born favored by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Throughout history, how many Dao Embryos have there been? And for each Dao Embryo, has there ever been one that relied on another?"

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his daughter didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Empress Nuwa proved herself to be an emperor through the way of creation, bringing order to our human race."

"The Western Emperor, a woman, suppressed an era, and it has never been heard that she needed to rely on anyone."

As Jiang Xi finished speaking, her gaze swept past the guests in the hall and landed on the empty sparring platform in front of the altar.

Her voice was incredibly firm and resounding.

"The same applies to me!"

Jiang Cheng lowered his head in reflection...

He suddenly felt that his daughter was a bit of a stranger. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Xi had always been the one who gave him the least worry.

She doesn't fight or compete, she doesn't ask questions or make a fuss.

He spends his days either in seclusion or seeking enlightenment, and when he does speak, it's only a few words.

He thought that such a daughter would be like the women of the Jiang family, sacrificing herself for the benefit of the family.

But he forgot that a Dao Embryo is a Dao Embryo... and cannot submit to anyone's arrangements.

"This Dao Fruit is a token of the Jiang family's goodwill. But regarding the marriage alliance, I hope Father can allow me to be willful this time."

"At least on the sparring stage, let me see and weigh things for myself! Until then, I will not accept any arrangement."

After saying this, she sat back down, closed her eyes and meditated, her body radiating a gentle Taoist aura.

Jiang Cheng remained silent for a long time.

He looked at his daughter's face, which had regained its composure, then at the direction of the Northern Wind, and suddenly sighed.

"Alright then..."

"I'll talk to the ancestor." He said in a low voice, his tone tinged with helplessness and a hint of pride that was hard to define.

Since his daughter had such ambition, what could he, as her father, do?

……

The Feng family members didn't react much.

They knew what the Jiang family was thinking, and in fact, they were even more eager than the Jiang family to unite the two!

Because the biggest beneficiaries will be the Feng family. They will not only have to pay for a Dao embryo, but the offspring born will also be from the Feng family!

but……

They've only just met Hui Fengzhi; if they were to arrange a marriage for him now, it might offend him... It wouldn't be worth it.

So they tacitly avoided mentioning it.

……

Ji Er stood up.

A black scale appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, a powerful pressure, seemingly from the age of mythology, spread throughout the entire world!

Disciples below the Refinement Spirit level were pressed firmly to the ground by that aura and could not move!

Everyone present felt their hair stand on end, as if they had encountered some terrifying being!

An old relic from a great religion recognized the scales in his hand.

"This is the true dragon race's Achilles' heel! And it's the most domineering black dragon!"

These words immediately caused a huge uproar in the room!

"Did I hear that right? Is it the tribe I imagined?"

"...It is indeed the aura of a true dragon."

"As expected of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan! What magnificent spirit!"

"My God... this is the strongest race among the ancient remnants!"

Ji Er took in the reactions of everyone in the hall, and spoke calmly as if he were talking about something trivial:

"Ji Jiahe - The Black Dragon's Reverse Scale."

"This scale was left behind by the evil dragon that my Ji family's ancestor, Emperor Xuanyuan, personally slew. Inside it lies a fragment of the True Dragon Technique!"

After he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.

True Dragon Treasure Technique! Even if it's incomplete, it's still a True Dragon Treasure Technique!

"True Dragon Treasure Technique!" one of the old monsters present couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"The supreme technique of the dragon race in the mythical era, which allowed them to traverse the starry sky!"

"Even in its incomplete form, it's comparable to a quasi-Emperor's divine power... no, in terms of offensive capabilities, it's even stronger!"

"The Black Dragon lineage's treasured techniques are the most domineering. Legend has it that among the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon, the Black Dragon is the most ferocious."

"Back then, that black dragon, relying on this technique, even dared to directly confront the Yellow Emperor's imperial sword! The Ji family's gift is far too great!"

"The ultimate power of the Northern Dipper Sacred Land, combined with the True Dragon Treasure Technique... even if a true dragon were to descend to earth, it would be enough to contend with it!"

"This single scale is as hard as a sacred weapon!"

"These three gifts today are enough for an ancient sect to treasure as its most prized possessions!"

……

The father and son, Jinwu, stood up uncontrollably.

This is an instinctive reaction etched deep in one's blood.

The aura of a true dragon emanating from that black dragon's reverse scale was significant to the Golden Crow clan.

It's tantamount to your arch-enemy provoking you.

The golden crow flames surrounding Bi Yang rose involuntarily, exploding into a dazzling golden light on the seat.

The Golden Crow King was much more composed than him; however, the golden flames in his pupils only rose slightly before he forcibly suppressed them.

The gazes of the various faction leaders shifted from the father and son to the pair, and many of them revealed meaningful expressions.

One is the Golden Crow Prince, and the other is the Golden Crow King; both are of the most noble bloodline among the demon race.

Mythical beings are the shadows that loomed over the demon race when they were still struggling at the bottom of the mythical world.

This feud is even older than the blood feud between humans and gods.

King Golden Crow sat back on the futon, his face regaining its composure, as if he had merely gotten up to straighten his robes.

However, Bi Yang did not recover so quickly.

He stared at the scale in Ji Er's hand, his golden pupils flickering with intense light, as if he were confronting something unseen.

It took him a while to sit back down.

He was in a terrible state, covered in sweat, as if he had just gone through a life-or-death battle!

The Golden Crow King didn't look at him, but simply asked, "Did you feel it?"

"...Hmm." Biyang's voice was low.

"When it was alive, it was at least a sacred place."

"Quasi-Emperor!" King Jinwu corrected him, "and from the most ferocious Black Dragon lineage among the dragons."

"If you were at the same level as him, the pressure of his bloodline alone would be enough to extinguish three-tenths of your Golden Crow Divine Flame."

He paused, then looked up at the sky, as if pondering a long-forgotten event…

For a while.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, a long, crimson-gold mace appearing in his hand, and spoke loudly:

"The Golden Crow Clan—Congratulations on receiving a Sacred Weapon!"

Although it couldn't compare to the astonishing treasures of the aforementioned extreme forces, the Golden Crow Clan hadn't come here to offer gifts in the first place.

A sacred weapon is enough to maintain the dignity of the demon royal family.

No one in the room was talking about it.

The other party is not even one of your human races; the fact that they gave you a gift is already a huge favor.

……

"Heavenly Pivot Congratulations—One Sacred Weapon and One Bible."

Li Yixing's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with those old foxes; one wanted to arrange a marriage, and the other didn't want to lose out.

Just give a gift to his old rival, that'll be enough.

This gift is just the right amount, not too much, not too little, just enough for this occasion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the starlight beside him flickered.

Li Yixing turned his head and saw Si Chen holding his forehead with one hand in the blurry starlight, the starlight around him dimming slightly.

The way they looked...it was as if they were so ashamed that they couldn't face anyone.

He was furious!

Regardless of the occasion, she raised her hand and slapped Si Chen on the back of the head.

"You little brat, do you think holy weapons are some kind of cheap, common stuff? You don't know the value of money until you're in charge, and you're complaining that I'm stingy?"

Si Chen stood up and stepped aside, his tone innocent: "Holy Lord, I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say anything, but you're even more infuriating than if you had! What's with that hand of yours? Huh?"

Li Yixing got more and more excited as he spoke, pointing to the long sword, a sacred weapon, on the stage.

"A sacred weapon! That's a weapon of a saint! Countless cultivators outside have never even seen what a sacred weapon looks like in their entire lives!"

"And that ancient scripture, a genuine Saint-level cultivation technique, is enough to establish a Saint's lineage!"

The expressions of the people on the platform were extremely interesting. The extreme forces were cursing, which was much more interesting than any sparring!

However, no one thought Tian Shu was stingy; after all, it was the Holy Weapon Bible!

Actually, Tian Shu's gift is already quite generous under normal circumstances!

Starting with the Jiang family, these extreme forces became increasingly insane, raising the standards for congratulatory gifts at the Holy Son Ceremony to the heavens.