Jiang Qingyu Stunned the Entire Crowd, A Yin Ate to Her Heart's Content

Jiang Qingyu!

The newly appointed Holy Son!

A Yin's little mouth fell open.

Wait, that important figure from that day was actually the Holy Son.

What should she do? Would it be difficult to see the Holy Son?

Seeing A Yin lost in thought, the delicate-looking woman waved a hand. "Miss, don't tell me you know the Holy Son?"

A Yin snapped back to her senses. She had just been about to shake her head, but she still said, "I know him. The Holy Son saved me."

The delicate-looking woman immediately grew excited. "Really? I heard Lord Holy Son is very mysterious. What exactly is he like? Can you tell me?"

"Huh? Well..." A Yin scratched her head.

"Please, tell me." The woman clasped her hands together and pleaded pitifully.

Although she would be seeing him soon, it would be nice to hear about him first. What if she could not squeeze her way in?

It was A Yin's first time having someone beg her like this. A faint thrill and the vanity of being among the first to know suddenly rose in her heart.

"Ahem. Sit tight. I'm going to tell you."

"It was a bright and sunny day..."

A Yin gave her a brief account. Naturally, she left out some parts and exaggerated others. She could not exactly tell the truth—that she had been frightened into running away.

That would be far too embarrassing. A Yin was a woman who cared about her dignity.

"Cold and aloof, like an immortal maiden of ice and snow... My heavens, just how breathtaking is Lord Holy Son?"

The delicate-looking woman was overjoyed. "Thank you, miss. I'm going to claim a good spot first."

With that, she ran toward Spirit Hall without looking back.

"So anxious!"

A Yin glanced ahead and saw the surging crowd. She immediately hurried over as well.

Meanwhile, after Qian Xunji finished receiving the guests from the Lower Four Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrived as well.

"Sect Master Ning, Young Sect Master, welcome."

Qian Xunji cupped his fists in greeting.

"Not at all, not at all!"

"Today, we should be congratulating Your Holiness the Pope on gaining a Holy Son."

Ning Tianya said with a smile. He swept his gaze over the surrounding decorations, and his anticipation for Jiang Qingyu's appearance grew even stronger.

This was far more grand than the Saintess's ceremony!

After exchanging a few words, Qian Xunji had Yue Guan lead Ning Tianya and the others to their seats.

Shortly afterward, the Clear Sky Sect arrived with Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, Tang Wei, and Tang Yuehua's children and grandchildren.

"Sect Master Tang, welcome," Qian Xunji said with a smile. Knowing that Jiang Qingyu had defeated Tang Hao made his smile even wider.

Tang Chen, who had been smiling, had not yet had a chance to speak when he saw how delighted Qian Xunji looked. He could only find it strange. Why is he acting so arrogant?

They were on someone else's territory, so he could only endure it. "Your Holiness the Pope, I have met your esteemed hall's Holy Son before!"

Qian Xunji sneered inwardly. You really dare to bring it up? Then don't blame me.

"Sect Master Tang, of course I know. Wasn't it simply that the Holy Son defeated your grandson Tang Hao? It's nothing much. They're young people, after all." Qian Xunji's smile became even more infuriating.

Tang Chen's smile stiffened. So that was what this was about.

Qian Xunji gave Tang Chen no chance to respond and raised his voice. "Ghost, make sure Sect Master Tang is escorted to the best seats. Do not neglect him."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope," Ghost answered. "Sect Master Tang, this way, please."

Tang Chen could not say anything. Sure enough, Qian Xunji was just as punchable as that bastard bird Qian Daoliu.

He led the others after Ghost and entered.

Seeing that it was about time, Qian Xunji returned to the venue as well.

Among the crowd, A Yin saw that there were no important figures nearby, only some Imperial Guards on watch. She immediately slipped inside with the crowd.

After entering, A Yin discovered that the interior was not only extravagantly decorated, but also filled with many foods she had never seen before.

Drooling, A Yin walked up to one of the food displays. "It smells so good. This must be expensive, right?"

A Yin's eyes shone.

The soldier assigned to guard the area saw A Yin drooling and said, "Everything is free. His Holiness the Pope specially prepared it all for the celebration."

When A Yin heard that, her eyes lit up. "That's wonderful! Spirit Hall is so nice."

A Yin did not stand on ceremony in the slightest and began eating in earnest.

If she could join Spirit Hall, would she be able to eat like this every day? Ever since taking human form, she had never eaten until she was truly full.

Making money was too difficult. The last time she earned one hundred gold soul coins, they had been spent in less than three months on food.

Just as A Yin was happily eating, inside one of Spirit Hall's palaces...

Jiang Qingyu wore the Holy Son's ceremonial robes and sat in a chair with his eyes closed, letting the maid dress him. It was mainly just some finishing touches.

"Lord Holy Son, I've realized that these gaudy cosmetics simply do not deserve you. Your face alone is more than enough."

As a renowned makeup artist of Spirit Hall, the maid could not help but sigh at Jiang Qingyu's appearance. He truly was a beauty who needed no adornment from external things.

"Just make it presentable," Jiang Qingyu said.

"Lord Holy Son, leave it to me."

The maid began applying the finishing touches with care. In no time, she was finished.

Jiang Qingyu looked into the mirror. The person reflected there wore a pure white and gold Holy Son's robe, golden angel patterns winding upward from its hem and making his skin appear even colder and fairer.

His white hair cascaded over his shoulders and back like a waterfall. His crimson eyes were calm and unruffled, while his features were exquisite without the slightest hint of softness. Instead, they carried an aloof, noble elegance.

"Thank you for the trouble," Jiang Qingyu said coolly.

The maid curtsied. "It is my honor to serve Lord Holy Son."

Jiang Qingyu rose and slowly walked out of the inner hall. Sunlight spilled down from the corridor outside, causing the golden patterns on his robes to glimmer faintly. His white hair shifted gently in the breeze, and the guards along the way all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

The square before the Papal Palace was packed with guests. Sect Masters and elders from every sect stood on either side, their voices murmuring lowly.

The seven worshippers were all in seclusion and had yet to emerge, so the task of taking turns as hosts fell to Yue Guan and Ghost.

Yue Guan stepped forward and announced in a clear voice, "Welcome, everyone, to the Holy Son's succession ceremony. Today is a grand occasion for Spirit Hall, one seen only once in a century."

Ghost continued, "The Holy Son succeeding to the position today reached the Soul Sage realm at merely eighteen years old. His talent is unmatched across the continent."

As soon as those words fell, everyone began whispering among themselves. An eighteen-year-old Soul Sage!

Such a person had never existed before.

They all wanted to see what this Holy Son truly looked like and what sort of extraordinary person he was.

"Eighteen... a Soul Sage!"

A Yin's mouth was stuffed full of food as she spoke indistinctly.

So impressive.

Yue Guan raised a hand and loudly announced, "Welcome Lord Holy Son, Jiang Qingyu!"

The doors to the hall along the left passage slowly opened, and a figure walked out at an unhurried pace.

White hair fell to his waist, gleaming with scattered silver beneath the sunlight. His red eyes swept over the crowd, cold as ice at the bottom of a deep pool. His white-and-gold Holy Son's robe bore the golden patterns of a Six-Winged Angel, a jade belt cinched around his waist, and his tall frame carried an imposing aura of its own. His appearance was peerless, yet his bearing was cold and otherworldly. At a single glance, the guests throughout the entire venue forgot how to speak.

The entire square fell silent in an instant, followed by waves of sharp intakes of breath.

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted slightly. He suddenly found Yu Luomian's so-called "honey trap" utterly laughable. With such looks and bearing, ordinary beauties would never even catch his eye.

Not to mention whether he would be interested in them at all.

When A Yin, hidden among the crowd, saw Jiang Qingyu again, she even forgot to swallow the food in her mouth. She only felt that he was even more dazzling than when she had seen him in Heaven Dou City.

No one discussed his cultivation anymore. This appearance and bearing alone were enough to overshadow everyone present. Jiang Qingyu walked steadily, step by step, until he reached the front of the platform, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd.

Even dressed in full ceremonial splendor, Jiang Qingyu still made it impossible for anyone to look away.