Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The engagement ceremony was already over, and what remained was the banquet.

At this point, those with ulterior motives among the guests had quieted down.

All their elaborate planning and scheming over the past few days had not only failed to embarrass Jun Wuxie, but had turned them into monkeys, their dignity trampled into the ground, a taste that was incomparably unpleasant.

However, even with so much resentment in their hearts, they could only swallow their teeth and bear it.

Next, Jun Wuxie and Ling Qingyu, accompanied by Ling Wuse, Nanli Jingwei, and others, descended from the high platform and entered the guest seating area to offer toasts.

At the same time, brilliant lights soared into the sky from many places within the Demon Clan's Holy City.

These were pre-arranged runes that bloomed in the air like fireworks, dazzling and brilliant.

The Demon Clan citizens within the Holy City cheered loudly in this atmosphere, pushing the festive mood to its peak.

"Hahaha, Demon Lord Ling, Madam Ling, Divine Prince Jun, Holy Maiden, congratulations."

The people from the Holy Medicine Sect stood up, raised their glasses, and offered their blessings.

…

Along the way, Jun Wuxie and Ling Qingyu received a great many blessings.

At this moment, they had arrived at the table of the Azurewood Ancient Family, with the tables of the Soaring Cloud Ancient Family and Mirage Marsh nearby.

"Thank you, fellow cultivators of the Azurewood Ancient Family, Soaring Cloud Ancient Family, and Mirage Marsh, for attending Qingyu's and my engagement ceremony," Jun Wuxie and Ling Qingyu said, raising their glasses with faces full of happiness and radiance.

The muscles on the faces of the Azurewood Holy Son and Mirage Marsh Holy Son twitched slightly, especially the Azurewood Holy Son, whose features were somewhat distorted, yet he forced a few smiles, while the Soaring Cloud Holy Son's expression remained calm throughout.

"Divine Prince Jun can be said to be riding the crest of success today. I wish Divine Prince Jun and the Holy Maiden a long and happy life together, forever united in heart. However, this grand era is both glorious and cruel, and the future is full of uncertainties. Divine Prince Jun must take care."

The Azurewood Holy Son was ultimately unwilling, unable to restrain the anger and jealousy brought about by his failure, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Thank you for the Azurewood Holy Son's blessing. Qingyu and I are deeply in love and will naturally hold hands forever," Jun Wuxie said with a smile to the Azurewood Holy Son, Mirage Marsh Holy Son, and Soaring Cloud Holy Son, then looked tenderly at Ling Qingyu, "Qingyu, what do you say?"

Ling Qingyu gazed at him affectionately, gently humming in agreement, her exquisite face overflowing with happiness and tenderness.

Just then, Jun Wuxie reached out, wrapped his arm around her slender waist, and pulled her in front of him, bringing Ling Qingyu's entire body tightly against his.

The next moment, he lowered his head and kissed her alluring red lips.

No one would have thought that he would kiss Ling Qingyu in public, especially with her parents present.

Ling Qingyu's delicate body trembled abruptly, becoming somewhat stiff, but quickly softened again, completely lost in his domineering and affectionate kiss, rising on tiptoe, embracing his strong back, closing her eyes and responding passionately.

The expressions of the Azurewood Holy Son, Mirage Marsh Holy Son, Soaring Cloud Holy Son, and others who had raised their glasses froze.

Subsequently, the three reacted differently.

The Soaring Cloud Holy Son quickly returned to his gentle demeanor with a faint smile, while the Mirage Marsh Holy Son trembled slightly, his face not looking too good.

The Azurewood Holy Son's wine glass cracked in his hand. He gritted his teeth tightly, wanting to rush up and kill that Jun fellow!

But he knew he couldn't do that, so he could only forcibly endure it, trying his best to restrain his anger, taking deep breaths, the muscles on his face constantly twisting, a mouthful of angry blood rushing to his throat, only to be swallowed back down.

Damn it!

Too damn it!

This Jun Wuxie was deliberately trying to anger him, provoking him like this only because he had publicly said that he had pursued Ling Qingyu before.

Now, this woman whom he couldn't obtain back then was embracing the man he hated and kissing him passionately, which made him feel extremely humiliated.

At this moment, not only the Azurewood Holy Son, but also the Soaring Cloud Holy Son and the Mirage Marsh Holy Son were the same. They had all pursued Ling Qingyu, and undoubtedly, they had all failed.

Now, watching the goddess they once pursued embracing Jun Wuxie and kissing him without regard for the gazes of the crowd, the feeling in their hearts was truly indescribable.

Some Heaven's Chosen Kings who secretly admired Ling Qingyu were also the same, their faces not looking good, the jealousy in their hearts stimulated to a frenzied burning at this moment, their internal organs seeming to be scorched as if they were about to be torn apart!

Ling Wuse and Nanli Jingwei exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Their son-in-law and daughter were really too unrestrained and bold, actually kissing like this in public, were they treating everyone as air?

They, as parents, were still here, making them feel somewhat awkward.

"Haha, haha, Divine Prince Jun and the Holy Maiden are acting according to their feelings, this is the sublimation of love, everyone, avert your eyes, avert your eyes…"

An Elder King of the Ling Family lineage of the Demon Clan said with an awkward smile.

And in the distance, on a mountain peak within the Demon Clan's Holy Land, a brocade-robed youth stood under a large tree, witnessing this scene from afar.

A frightening cold light erupted from his diamond-shaped snake pupils, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white, his body trembling constantly.

This person was naturally Teng Shen, the Heaven's Chosen King of the Teng Snake lineage who possessed ancestral blood.

He also harbored feelings of love for Ling Qingyu, wanting to obtain her.

But now, the woman he liked had become engaged to another man, which was already unbearable for him, and the two of them were actually kissing passionately in public.

He only felt as if a steel needle had instantly pierced his heart, the excruciating pain drilling into his heart, causing his internal organs to convulse, aching and splitting.

In addition to the severe pain in his heart, there was also a sense of inexplicable humiliation, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart!

"Jun! Wuxie!"

Two giant snakes with wings appeared in Teng Shen's snake pupils, extremely frightening, his aura so cold that the entire mountain peak became incomparably frigid.

…

"Junior Brother and Junior Sister are truly affectionate and unrestrained."

In the mountains outside the Demon Clan's Holy City, Shen Manman, Shen Zhu, and Shen Xi had been paying attention here for who knows how long. They had witnessed the entire process of the engagement ceremony.

At this moment, seeing Jun Wuxie and Ling Qingyu kissing passionately, Shen Manman couldn't help but laugh.

"Young people these days are really…"

Shen Xi muttered to herself, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. Seeing her little junior brother so happy, with his arms full of soft jade and fragrance, she was also very happy.

At the same time, within the Demon Clan's Holy Land, on the peak of the mountain where Ling Qingyu's residence was located, Mu Ciyin and Qing'er stood beneath an ancient pine tree, quietly watching the engagement ceremony scene.

Qing'er's expression was forever calm and unwavering, profound and boundless, but Mu Ciyin was different. Her eyes, which should have been calm and unwavering, now had a slight fluctuation.

"It seems that Pavilion Master Mu's state of mind is not very peaceful."

As the Heavenly Dao, Qing'er could sense everything and naturally clearly perceived the emotions of Mu Ciyin beside her.

"You're mistaken. I'm very calm," Mu Ciyin said in a cold voice, expressionless.

"Your direct disciple is engaged to the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan, and the two embrace and kiss out of affection. Shouldn't the master be happy for the disciple's happiness?"

Qing'er did not care about Mu Ciyin's denial.

"Of course I'm happy," Mu Ciyin turned to look at Qing'er, "Miss Qing'er, you seem to have misunderstood something. Not everyone expresses their inner emotions on their face. How do you know I'm not happy?"

Qing'er did not respond to her question. She looked into the distance, her voice somewhat ethereal, as if coming from the void, "Over the years, I have seen many human emotions and loves, including forbidden teacher-disciple relationships."

Hearing these words, Mu Ciyin's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes becoming colder, "The sentient beings in the world are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. It is not surprising that some people do not abide by the norms and ethics."

"What are norms and ethics?" Qing'er asked rhetorically, and without waiting for Mu Ciyin to answer, continued, "Norms and ethics were originally products of the mortal world to ensure the continuation of humanity and the stability of social order. These concerns do not exist in the cultivation world. In the cultivation world, how many people care about worldly etiquette? The reason why some people care is because they all initially cultivated from mortals, and in the process of cultivation, they have not shed their old ideological constraints and broken free from shackles. Cultivators, walking on this path throughout their lives, are constantly breaking shackles and constraints."

"I cannot agree with Miss Qing'er's statement. Ethical norms are always in my heart, and I must adhere to them," Mu Ciyin's clear and cold voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if Qing'er's words had not stirred up half a wave in her heart.

"Then why do you feel sour in your heart, even jealous of your disciple?"

Mu Ciyin's delicate body trembled upon hearing this, and she immediately rebuked, "Miss Qing'er, you must not talk nonsense! The people of my Ice Heart Pavilion do not understand human emotions, so how can there be such a thing as jealousy!"

She rebuked like this, but constantly asked herself in her heart, was she really jealous?

That kind of emotion, that kind of occasional sourness and loss, was it the so-called jealousy?

No! How could it be!

She was Wuxie's master, always treating him as her most beloved disciple, and there was only the emotion of master and disciple, and there could only ever be the emotion of master and disciple, absolutely not as Qing'er said.

This Qing'er, she was misleading her, who knows with what intentions!

Qing'er did not care about her rebuttal and rebuke with strong emotions, and said, "Pavilion Master Mu, what if one day Wuxie embraced you and kissed you like he treated Qingyu today…"

"You are presumptuous!" Mu Ciyin interrupted her with a cold face. If not for the fact that this Qing'er was Jingya's disciple, she would have taken action to teach her a lesson for saying such rude and unethical remarks!

"How could Wuxie do such a rebellious thing? I am his master, and he is my disciple!"

Mu Ciyin said this, but because of Qing'er's words, she couldn't help but imagine such a scene in her mind, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.

She didn't believe it!

She wouldn't believe that Wuxie would covet her body!

Perhaps all the men in the world would covet her, but she believed that Wuxie would not!

Because he was different from all other men, his image in her, his master's, heart was that of a stalwart figure. How could he do something that violated ethics and moral principles!

If he had truly coveted her body, he would have succeeded long ago. When she was initially afflicted by the heart demon, she had even offered to cultivate with him, but he sternly refused, awakening her from that dangerous precipice.

"Pavilion Master Mu is absolutely right."

Qing'er did not continue to argue with her on this topic.

… …

The Demon Clan's Holy City, at the engagement ceremony, the wedding banquet was incredibly lively.

Just at this moment, a dangerous aura instantly enveloped the city.

In the sky, which had been clear for ten thousand miles, black clouds suddenly surged from the horizon.

The speed of the black clouds was too fast; in an instant, they covered the sky above the city.

Black clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it!

The Demon Clan citizens within the Holy City looked up at the sky in shock, feeling immense pressure, a sense of suffocation, and inexplicably, their whole bodies turned icy cold, and chills ran down their spines.

"Which friends have arrived? I wonder, what is the meaning of this action?"

Ling Wuse coldly looked at the distant sky, releasing the powerful aura of a half-step Supreme Realm expert!

"Demon Lord Ling, are you trying to intimidate us with your power?"

Within the black clouds that covered ten thousand miles, six figures appeared one after another, each a black-robed figure. Except for their eyes and hands, all other parts of their bodies were shrouded in black robes.

These six black-robed figures each had a green vial hanging from their waists and held a black, long-handled scythe. They stepped through the void, with the black clouds in the sky following their movements, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Soul… Soul Hunters!"

Many powerful figures from the Overlord forces exclaimed in alarm, their voices trembling slightly, showing their fear of the Soul Hunters.

Upon hearing the words 'Soul Hunters,' the faces of all the guests present turned pale, their eyes filled with fear, and some even revealed looks of terror.

Who in the world doesn't know of the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall?

Even those who have never seen them have heard of their terror and brutality!

They are Eternal-level existences, specializing in hunting down those with ancient bloodlines in the world.

It is said that their Soul Hall is filled with the heads of geniuses, and the roads on the ground are paved with the white bones of ancient bloodline geniuses. Once targeted by the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall and placed on their hunting list, no one can escape. Legend has it that even experts in the Primordial Saint Realm have been hunted down!

What a terrifying existence this is!