Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 251 - 252: Gathering for Congratulatory Gifts (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 251: Chapter 252: Gathering for Congratulatory Gifts (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

"It is rumored that the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Xuanbing, extinguished all emotions to achieve sainthood, her heart as cold as ice."

"Indeed, the Cold Snow Pavilion would not be outdone; they even had the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Xuanbing, herself preside over the event."

When the Dean of the Wusheng Academy arrived, the Cold Snow Pavilion naturally could not be impolite, and so Han Xuanbing, the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, personally came.

"Dean Lei, Clan Leader Cheng, Clan Leader Tang, it has been a long time since we last met."

Han Xuanbing crossed the ice bridge and took her seat on the other side of the grandstand, addressing the three highest-ranking individuals there.

Although this greeting seemed polite, Han Xuanbing’s voice was still extremely cold and calm, as if she were speaking to a stranger.

However, those three, clearly accustomed to such behavior, each greeted Han Xuanbing in turn.

It was a reciprocal courtesy.

Following Han Xuanbing down the ice bridge were the people of Cold Snow Pavilion, including the Supreme Elder and countless disciples; they all showed up in force.

Among the crowd, the most eye-catching individual was Han Yueli, dressed in a red gown with a veil covering her head. With the support of many around her, she moved forward.

Some of the martial artists with the ability to control the wind could tell that Han Yueli was under a suppression, her Spiritual Power sealed, now relying on the support of others to walk.

"Sister Han, you shouldn’t struggle anymore. What’s so bad about marrying the Crown Prince? In the future, you will be the wife of the Dean of Wusheng Academy, a position countless people yearn for but can’t get," whispered a disciple of Cold Snow Pavilion beside Han Yueli. However, Han Yueli remained silent, her expression cold, only letting out a snort.

After assisting Han Yueli down, the disciples of Cold Snow Pavilion all took their seats.

"In this day and age, you still wish to resist?"

Standing below and welcoming the guests, Zhi Lingtian sneered.

Today was the grand wedding, and even resistance would be meaningless.

The wedding was set for noon, and with two hours remaining, countless martial artists brought forward their gifts.

Innumerable forces from the nation of Wusheng presented their gifts, with several disciples from Wusheng Academy busy announcing the arrivals without a moment of rest.

"Sect Leader Yan Mang of Zhuyan Gate has arrived!"

The announcement diverted the attention of many, as a red-haired elder strode forward, arrogantly leading the way.

This red-haired elder, full of pride, was Yan Mang, the Sect Leader of Zhuyan Gate, also a saint of the Wusheng nation. Following him were a dozen disciples of Zhuyan Gate, all coming together.

"Brother Yan is here!"

Dean Lei Che of Wusheng Academy, with Cheng Xiantian and Tang Jiansheng, all stood up to greet him.

While they merely nodded at the other martial artists who came to offer congratulations, they naturally had to stand and properly welcome Yan Mang, a fellow saint.

"Please, take your seat."

"How could I miss such a grand wedding?" laughed Yan Mang, speaking to the disciples of Zhuyan Gate behind him.

"Open up the gifts."

"Yes."

The Zhuyan Gate disciples below responded in unison, opening a large wooden box. Inside was an enormous piece of fire coral.

"Thousand-year-old Fire Coral! It’s Thousand-year-old Fire Coral!"

"Zhuyan Gate has made such a generous, valuable congratulatory offering!"

"Thousand-year-old Fire Coral is an Earth-grade Spiritual Medicine, which for some fire element martial artists could even be considered as effective as a Heaven-grade Spiritual Medicine. This kind of coral grows in lava; it’s incredibly difficult to obtain, and is worth a fortune."

Some of the onlookers couldn’t help but exclaim, knowing that the gifts from the Candle Flame Sect would be nothing short of magnificent, but they hadn’t anticipated something of such value.

"This is the gift I’ve brought to celebrate the occasion."

"Thank you for your generous gift, Sect Leader Yan."

Zhi Lingtian saw the Thousand-year-old Fire Coral and a flash of greed passed through his eyes as he hastily gave his thanks.

"There’s no need for such formalities, Ling Tian. After you inherit the position of Dean, you will be equal to this old man."

Yan Mang glanced at Zhi Lingtian and said.

"How can that be? Ling Tian has yet to make his true breakthrough, so he’s not yet considered the Dean of the Martial Victory Academy."

Zhi Lingtian smiled but didn’t argue; in his eyes, the position of Dean of the Martial Victory Academy was already a sure thing.

All he needed to do was completely assimilate the power of the Sacred Herb, and that would suffice to break through to the realm of Divine Power and become a Saint. At that point, he could naturally assume the role of the new Dean of the Martial Victory Academy.

After conversing for a while longer, the two took their leave.

"The Dark Yin Body! After today’s grand wedding, it shall be my moment to break through!"

Zhi Lingtian looked in the direction of Han Yueli, his eyes revealing a hint of greed as if he were looking at a treasure, a treasure that could aid him in his breakthrough.

"The Three Immortals Island Master has arrived!"

In the sky, a massive bronze door formed, the Immortal Mysterious Gate of the Three Immortals Island, from which Fang Xiandao emerged and descended upon the crowd, looking at everyone as he landed.

Although Fang Xiandao hadn’t yet stepped into the realm of Saints, the few Saints present all stood up and paid their respects.

While still a Semi-Saint, Fang Xiandao could control the power of space with the Immortal Mysterious Gate, his abilities nearly indistinguishable from those of a true Saint. Thus, he was highly regarded by other Saints and addressed as an equal.

The gift from Three Immortals Island was a Deep Sea Ginseng, and although it was not as precious as the Thousand-year-old Fire Coral, it was celebrated for its ability to enrich someone’s lifeblood, even claimed to be able to regenerate bone from flesh. As long as one wasn’t dead, the Deep Sea Ginseng could be used to save lives, making it an extremely valuable Spiritual Medicine.

"Thank you, Island Master Fang."

Zhi Lingtian politely responded.

"It’s nothing."

Compared to Yan Mang, Fang Xiandao simply waved his hand and took his seat without further commentary.

After a while, a roaring wind swept in. This wind carried no malice, and the crowd understood that the last of the four major sects, the Wind God Sect, had arrived.

"It’s been a long time, everyone. Today is indeed bustling with excitement,"

said the forthright middle-aged man who descended from the wind. Despite his unremarkable appearance, he was also a Saint, the Sect Master of the Wind God Sect, Feng Hua.

"The Sect Masters of all four major sects have all gathered."

"Add in the Martial Victory Academy. It seems all the powerful figures of the Martial Victory Nation have arrived."

Some in the crowd discussed among themselves, for many witnessing so many powerful figures was indeed a feast for the eyes.

"No, there’s still one power that has not yet arrived."

One martial artist spoke up gravely. These days, the Martial Victory Nation was about more than just the Martial Victory Academy and the four major sects; another power had risen.

"The Crown Prince’s grand wedding, and naturally, the Black Market will not miss it!"

A hearty laugh suddenly erupted.

Several figures in black clothes suddenly dropped from the sky; their appearance was so unexpected that for a moment no one knew where they had come from.

"These people are from the Black Market!"

"The Black Market has come too!"

"Who is that person? Could he be the current Saint Heir of the Black Market?"

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