His Weight Was So Great, It Forced All Factions to Reveal Their Heritage

The black curtain hanging from the imperial carriage moved without wind, and a graceful figure could be vaguely seen sitting within. Just her silhouette made the souls of many Holy Lords present tremble!

"The Human Emperor has decreed--"

A purple-robed old eunuch walked out with dragon-head steps, and a crimson gold edict slid from his sleeve.

The moment the edict was unfurled, the ground of the entire Star Meteor Pavilion actually showed illusory images of mountains and rivers, as if condensing the vast territory of the Central Province for ten thousand miles into this place.

"Grant the Qin Young Master... eighty-six prefectures of the Western Territory!"

Silence fell upon the entire assembly.

The edict bore the "Territory-Ceding Seal" of the Central Province Dynasty. Where the seal was pressed, the land deeds and spiritual veins of the eighty-six prefectures in the western territory of the dynasty were all replicated!

"Insane... they're actually ceding territory just to appease that Young Master?!" An elder from an Ancient Sect murmured, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The Central Province Dynasty ruled over a vast territory of hundreds of millions of miles. Although eighty-six prefectures didn't sound like much, this wasn't being given to the Qin family, but specifically to the Ninth Young Master Qin.

This meant countless secret realms, spirit mines, and even ancient ruins would belong to him!

The purple-robed old eunuch added sternly, "The Human Emperor said that when the Young Master comes of age, he may bring this deed to enter the Central Province--"

The curtain was suddenly lifted halfway by a delicate hand, revealing half of a world-shaking beauty.

"If you find the empire uninteresting..."

A cold voice, like ice spring striking jade, said, "This Princess can also accompany you."

--Whoosh!

The entire assembly erupted in an uproar!

"It's the Eldest Princess of the Central Province Dynasty--Jiang Xuanli!"

This exclamation exploded like thunder, and the entire banquet instantly became a frenzy.

She walked slowly out of the imperial carriage, clad in a mysterious gold phoenix robe that trailed on the ground. The Nine-Phoenix Pearl-Holding Step-Shaker in her hair swayed gently, each jade bead seeming to contain a small world, flowing with a misty immortal radiance.

"She actually came in person?!" A Holy Land Holy Son exclaimed in disbelief, his folding fan snapping shut with a "pa."

Jiang Xuanli, the most astonishingly talented princess of the Central Province Dynasty in ten thousand years, was born with the "Taixu Divine Pupils," her eyes capable of observing the River of Fate.

She had once slashed the Dharma Idol of a Quasi-Emperor from over a thousand prefectures with a single sword, and repelled a million demon armies with a single command.

"Giving away people and gifts, the Eldest Princess actually favors him so much?!"

"That's the future Empress who hangs high in the nine heavens! How many prodigies begged for her glance, yet now she's willing to lower her gaze and bend her waist for the Ninth Young Master..." Many male cultivators clenched their fists in secret, their hearts filled with unspeakable bitterness.

Ordinary dynasties naturally couldn't compare to the Ten Great Imperial Clans, but the Central Province Dynasty was an exception; its heritage was enough to rival that of an Imperial Clan.

"Heavenly Sword Li Clan has arrived!"

Before the imperial dynasty's heaven-defying congratulatory gift could be fully processed, a clear sword cry sliced through the sky.

Several giant swords broke through the clouds, their bodies entwined with ancient blood-colored runes. Each line seemed to breathe, exhaling a chilling killing intent.

The leading elder of the Li Clan stepped on sword light, waved his sleeve—

"Clang!"

A three-foot qingfeng sword plunged straight down. The sword body was as transparent as crystal, yet sealed within was a drop of blood, brilliant as a star.

With every beat of that blood bead, the swords of all the sword cultivators present trembled.

"This is a drop of essence blood from our Li Clan's progenitor," the Li Clan elder's voice was clear. "Furthermore, our Old Ancestor personally requested that the Ninth Young Master enter the Sword Tomb for enlightenment."

The hall erupted in an uproar!

What kind of place was the Sword Tomb? It was a forbidden area where the Li Clan's sword emperors of past generations were buried. Even the direct descendants of the Li Clan had only one chance to enter in their lifetime!

If the previous gifts were merely revealing their heritage, then the Li Clan's gift had truly turned their world upside down.

"Isn't this congratulatory gift too heaven-defying?" someone stared intently at the drop of Emperor Blood, their throat bobbing. "That's the essence blood of an ancient great power, containing their lifetime of comprehension... The Li Clan is actually willing to give it up?"

"And the Sword Tomb!" another exclaimed, "That Sword Tomb is the Li Clan's treasure. Legend has it that an ancient god slumbers within."

An old man stroked his beard and mused, "These congratulatory gifts far exceed ordinary etiquette. It seems each clan has a grand ambition. Could it be... related to the Ninth Young Master's engagement?"

"Engagement?!"

"No wonder..." the cultivator who had asked earlier suddenly understood. "Imperial clan marriage alliance, empire as dowry, this is the true main event!"

"Burning Heaven Yan Clan has arrived, presenting one Nine-Flame Golden Crow!"

As the emissary's voice fell, a blazing sun suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a sun at all, but the Yan Clan's treasure, the Nine-Flame Golden Crow!

"Is the Yan Clan insane?! They dare to give away their clan's ultimate treasure?" a Ye Clan cultivator suddenly stood up, the protective true fire around him surging uncontrollably. After seeing clearly, he suddenly realized, "So it's just a youngling..."

The Nine-Flame Golden Crow was a primordial fierce bird capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas. This was genuine combat power.

The Yan Clan naturally wouldn't dare to give it away easily.

But if it was a youngling, there would be no such concern.

Although precious, it would take tens of thousands of years just for it to grow up.

"Taixu Ji Clan has arrived, presenting a cart of Void Profound Crystals, one hundred Dragon Blood Bodhi Fruits, and a copy of the Taixu Dao Derivation Technique!"

"The Netherworld Wang Clan has arrived, presenting ten bottles of Yellow Springs Weak Water and one thousand pieces of Netherworld Origin!"

The Qin Family Emissary's voice grew louder, each announcement like a thunderclap. The congratulatory gifts from various powers were more astonishing than the last.

Just as everyone's attention was captivated by the Sky Full of Treasures, a gray shadow quietly swept past. Han Han, using a pre-arranged identity, blended in with the guests.

About a hundred paces away, behind a Coiled Dragon Pillar, Ji Wuchen stood at the threshold, taking a deep breath before resolutely stepping into the Banquet Hall.

Side Hall of the Main Hall.

Ye Jianwei's fingertips lightly brushed over the hidden patterns on Qin Wangchuan's clothes. Each pattern felt slightly warm beneath her fingertips, like a burning brand.

She could not see, but she could feel—it was the Dao Rhyme of Sun and Moon Radiance, the Dignity of Dragon and Phoenix Coiled, a Magnificence befitting only true prodigies.

Her fingers suddenly paused.

"Young Master..." Ye Jianwei's voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing the shimmering light filling the room, "Perhaps I... shouldn't show myself."

Silence fell in the hall for a moment.

Ye Jianwei was no longer as Tender as she once was, and the young master had begun to reveal his Prodigy Nature.

She was afraid, afraid that she, a Blind Person, would embarrass the Young Master.

"Afraid of embarrassing me?" he suddenly spoke, voicing her exact thoughts.

Ye Jianwei pursed her lips, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the hem of her clothes.

"Without the zither music, I can't see anything..." she gave a self-deprecating laugh, "If I can't even walk steadily when I go out later, wouldn't that be..."

Before she could finish.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly interrupted, a Bronze Mirror reflecting a touch of Cinnabar at the corner of his eye. "You can't always think of running away when faced with trouble. If I were in danger in the future, would you also run away?"

"You will see many more scenes grander than this in the future."

"How could I abandon the Young Master and run away by myself! Never in this lifetime!"

Ye Jianwei seemed stung by his words, and she suddenly looked up and shouted anxiously.

Qin Wangchuan chuckled lightly.

"But you are about to abandon me and run away now." His tone was light, as if discussing something trivial. "You're afraid, and I'm afraid too."

Ye Jianwei froze, her voice trembling as she asked, "The Young Master is also afraid?"

"Of course, you are human, and so am I."

If she could see, she would surely notice Qin Wangchuan's Composure at this moment—his lips curved slightly, his eyes holding a hint of Teasing, showing no sign of fear at all?

"Then... I will protect the Young Master!"

See, the future Heavenly Emperor was so easily fooled.

He took Ye Jianwei's hand and they walked out. Outside, the various Young Masters had been waiting for a long time.

"Yo~" Qin Zhaoer leaned against a Carved Pillar, her Apricot Eyes narrowed, her gaze drifting between their overlapping sleeves, "Ninth Brother's hand... holding on quite tightly?"