Chapter 735 - Flower Ball Marraige Proposal In Crown City

Chapter 735: The Flower Ball Marriage Proposal in Crown City

Located in the Skyluan Region, the Imperial Throne Sacred Ground sat at its very center, the most prosperous area.

From the time the Celestial Emperor founded the lineage, through the reigns of the North Emperor and the Thunder Emperor, three generations of emperors had bestowed their power and legacy upon it.

They had become the overlords of the entire Skyluan Region, and even one of the top sects on the Middle Continent.

At this moment, within the Imperial Throne Sacred Ground, Mount Kunlun sat at the northernmost edge of the sect. It was the peak where each generation’s Holy Son resided.

The mountain soared into the clouds, and from a distance, it appeared shrouded in mist, majestic like a celestial mountain.

But if one got closer, they would see that the mountain was very real.

It was shrouded in a mysterious yin-yang force, splitting it in half, one side black, the other white.

At the summit, there was a Daoist arena.

The ground was similarly divided by yin and yang, with thunderclouds swirling above. Xiang Kunlun sat precisely at the boundary of the yin-yang divide.

At this moment, an immense aura surrounded him. His true fate was veiled within the mist behind him, and the powerful presence suppressed all of Mount Kunlun.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, a flash of divine light flickering.

He took a deep breath, and streams of white mist flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Holy Son,” a guard from Mount Kunlun approached respectfully. “Someone outside the sect reports knowing the whereabouts of the man we’ve been hunting.”

Hearing this, Xiang Kunlun turned around, pressure and killing intent flickering in his eyes.

“Bring him here,” Xiang Kunlun ordered.

As the guard departed, footsteps sounded nearby.

A noble and stunningly beautiful woman walked up from the other side of the mountain.

She wore a purple robe, with a thin silk overlay.

Her long hair draped down her back. Her brows were like blades, and her eyes bright with spirit.

At her waist hung two red willow-moon blades.

She walked with light, graceful steps.

“Husband,” Feiyu Qingyun smiled as she spoke.

“Qingyun, let me tell you some good news,” Xiang Kunlun, usually stern-faced, now smiled.

“What good news?” Feiyu Qingyun took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Xiang Kunlun’s forehead. “You need to balance work and rest, you’re pushing yourself too hard.”

“I have no choice. With Heaven’s Will about to form, every genius in the world is formidable. I can’t let the sect’s elders down,” Xiang Kunlun smiled and shook his head.

“You’ll find out soon enough what the surprise is.”

The guards soon brought a group of people up Mount Kunlun.

They looked around like toads seeing the outside world for the first time, wide-eyed and curious.

“Big bro…”

“Don’t talk. Stay quiet,” the leader whispered.

He knew what kind of place this was, one wrong move and they’d all be dead.

When they reached the mountaintop and saw the young man sitting in the center of the arena, they were overwhelmed by the oppressive aura.

The youth seemed like a being of primordial chaos, every movement exuding immense might.

“My lord,” the leader quickly led the group in kneeling.

“Speak. Where did you see the man?” Xiang Kunlun asked calmly.

“We saw him in Tower City, but he used a teleportation array to go to Crown City,” the leader quickly replied. “If my lord moves quickly, you can still catch him there.”

“Take them away. If the news is true, I will reward you. If you’ve deceived me… you know what happens,” Xiang Kunlun waved his hand.

As the group was led down the mountain, Feiyu Qingyun said, “Could they be talking about the man who killed Little Hong?”

“Indeed,” Xiang Kunlun nodded.

“With Heaven's Will forming soon, I don’t want you distracted by anything,” Feiyu Qingyun sighed. “Little Hong was spoiled by me, he was always arrogant outside.”

“No matter. If our Imperial Throne Sacred Ground can’t protect our own disciples,” Xiang Kunlun snorted coldly, “then we’d have no face left in the Skyluan Region.”

“Husband, why don’t I take care of it? You focus on cultivating and preparing for Heaven's Will,” Feiyu Qingyun suggested after thinking for a moment.

“No. I won’t be at ease if you go,” Xiang Kunlun immediately shook his head.

“My clone fought him before. He’s no pushover. Don’t worry. This time, I’ll personally kill him.”

Xiang Kunlun’s gaze turned toward the direction of Crown City, deep and piercing.

…

By the time Xu Zimo arrived in Crown City, it was already afternoon.

The city’s prosperity exceeded expectations.

The streets bustled with people. The liveliest part was a lion dance performance.

The lions paraded from one end of the street to the other, drums echoing throughout the road.

“Everyone come look! The City Lord’s daughter is throwing a flower ball for marriage today!”

“No way. I heard Miss Crown was engaged since childhood. Why would she publicly hold a flower ball ceremony?”

“How should I know? But if someone can marry into the Crown family, they’d rise like a phoenix!”

Xu Zimo listened to the chatter around him and shook his head slightly.

“So this is Crown City.”

Crown City had a long history, rivaling many imperial lineages.

Back then, the Crown Monarch unified the north and founded the Supreme Crown. It became a household name across the land.

Some even secretly called him Crown Emperor.

Unfortunately, he lost the battle for Heaven's Will against the North Emperor of the Imperial Throne Sacred Ground. The Supreme Crown never produced an emperor.

However, after generations of accumulation, and with the Ninelands Region backed by the resource-rich Endless Sea, the Supreme Crown had become one of the region’s most powerful forces.

It could now rival imperial lineages.

Xu Zimo walked along the city’s main street, which was packed with people.

Besides the lion dance, it was nearly impossible to move forward.

At the center where four streets intersected, a central plaza, a flower ball marriage ceremony was taking place.

The surrounding streets were packed. Besides those competing for the flower ball, many had come just to watch.

Realizing he wouldn’t get through anytime soon, Xu Zimo entered a nearby restaurant.

Upstairs, all the street-facing seats were already taken. Only a few random seats remained, and he picked one at random.

“What a grand event,” a burly man nearby said while drinking.

“I heard the City Lord’s daughter is a peerless beauty, but I’ve never seen her myself.”

“What, Wang Scarface, you interested?” someone teased.

“A toad that doesn’t want swan meat isn’t a proper toad,” the big man snorted.

“If it were a few years ago, I might’ve gone for it. Not now.”

Xu Zimo smiled and looked through the crowd.

His gaze landed on the tall platform ahead.

It stood over ten meters high. Atop it, a middle-aged man in a blue robe radiating immense power walked up.