My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

The envoys from the Three Realms all assured obediently, solemnly promising their cooperation. After their assurances, Gu Lan gestured for the envoys from the Demon Realm and the Underworld to depart, leaving only Niu Laosan, a representative from the Demon Realm, behind.

It was unclear why Gu Lan singled him out, but it made Niu Laosan tremble with apprehension.

"Senior, I am the most honest person, I promise not to cause any trouble," Niu Laosan earnestly declared. "Earlier, two youngsters fought with me for quite some time, and I did not retaliate."

In truth, he did retaliate, but Gu Lan's disciple, Zhe Liang, possessed a formidable technique that prevented him from landing a blow... So, could it really be considered retaliation?

Niu Laosan wore a simple and honest expression, repeatedly assuring Gu Lan. "I kept you here not to hear your assurances," Gu Lan interrupted. "Continue." Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Gu Lan, impatient with idle chatter, retrieved an bronze coffin. Seeing the immense bronze coffin, Niu Laosan jumped in surprise.

Especially upon examining it closely, he widened his eyes in shock. "It looks so familiar... like I've heard of it somewhere before..."

Observing the intricate runes flowing on the demon coffin, Niu Laosan muttered to himself. Legend had it that within the depths of the Demon God Prison lay an endless Hellfire Abyss, sealed by an ancient coffin. Considering its aura and appearance, it was hard not to draw parallels with the coffin before him...

Though Niu Laosan had only glimpsed a picture in his clan's ancient records, he wasn't certain if these two coffins were the same.

"After you complete the ferrying task, take this bronze coffin back to the Demon Realm," Gu Lan instructed. "Remember! You must take good care of this item; it holds great significance for your Minotaur clan."

Gu Lan emphasized sternly. "I see!" Niu Laosan exclaimed confidently. "With the coffin, I, Laosan, am absolutely reliable!"

Upon hearing this, Niu Laosan's expression shifted from panic to familiarity towards Gu Lan.

Gu Lan, however, regarded Niu Laosan's solemn assurance with some bewilderment, questioning whether this individual chosen by Chiyang Saint Sovereign was truly dependable. Nevertheless, there were no other options at present...

Three days later, in the Tianqiong Mountain of the Jing Nation...

Located not far from the Jing Nation's imperial dynasty, Tianqiong Mountain served as a convergence point for Destiny, designated by the envoys from the Three Realms as an ascension node.

Simultaneously, they spread the news of selecting individuals for ascension.

Countless cultivators flocked here upon hearing the news. The opportunity to ascend to the Upper Realm was irresistible, whether to pursue greater power or longevity.

Becoming an immortal in the mortal realm was exceedingly rare, achievable only by those with extraordinary talent.

However, ascending to the Upper Realm, be it the Immortal Realm, Demon Realm, Underworld, or the legendary Immortal Realm, offered greater opportunities than remaining in the mortal realm.

Before the election began, cultivators were unwilling to camp in the wilderness and all rushed to the capital of the Jing Nation. Consequently, the inns of the Jing Nation's capital were all fully occupied.

Having arrived at the city gates of the capital, Chen Feng also heard this news. As a lone wolf, he received the news quite late. Decisively, Chen Feng turned towards Tianqiong Mountain.

Having obtained the inheritance of the King Rank, his strength was also at the King Rank. Among peers of his age, who could be his match? Challenging across ranks was not impossible!

"Envoys of the Three Realms, wait for me! I am the destined Lower Realm genius you seek. This mortal realm is ultimately too small. Pursuing enlightenment to the utmost here is exceedingly difficult. It is better to ascend..."

Chen Feng declared confidently, full of vigor. In no time, he arrived at the foot of Tianqiong Mountain.

Observing the young cultivators coming and going, Chen Feng felt somewhat excited, as if he had returned home.

For a destined child of destiny like himself, only by being with equally outstanding cultivators could he highlight his own excellence.

Yet, amidst his excitement, Chen Feng didn't recognize anyone and didn't know where to participate in the selection.

Just then, amidst the crowd, Chen Feng spotted an old man and a girl. The old man exuded an extraordinary aura, clearly not an ordinary individual. The girl held a red umbrella, also seemingly extraordinary.

Most importantly, Chen Feng felt a strange familiarity and closeness towards the two... Yes, how should he put it? It felt as if these two were people he was destined to meet!

Here they are! It's this feeling! The damned sense of destiny has arrived!

Chen Feng adjusted his attire, striding confidently towards the two...

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know why the envoys from the Three Realms have chosen Tianqiong Mountain as the ascension node for selecting cultivators?"

"Of course, it's because of the prosperity and exceptional talents of our Jing Nation!"

"Yes, but not entirely!"

"Let me tell you some earth-shattering news! This time, the ferrying envoys from the Upper Realm are not just three, but four individuals!"

"One of them is a ferrying envoy from the Immortal Realm. However, this person attempted to harm our Jing Nation's White-robed Scholar and was slain by our Jing Nation's revered guardian, Lord Gu Lan, with a single sword strike from a thousand miles away!"

"It is precisely because of this that the envoys from the Three Realms had to consider Lord Gu Lan's prestige and set the ascension node at Tianqiong Mountain, allowing our Jing Nation to enjoy the incense of prosperity for thousands of years... Otherwise, when would other dynasties receive such treatment?"

...

At the foot of the mountain, a young cultivator was boasting about some hearsay he had heard from somewhere, leaving the onlookers bewildered.

Just then, an old man and a girl passing by stopped in their tracks upon hearing his words.

"Master, can the Guardian of Tianji Pavilion truly slay the legendary envoy from the Immortal Realm with a single sword strike?" The girl looked at the old man and asked a question that many wanted to know.

She was still unfamiliar with the name Gu Lan. But she was very acquainted with the title of Guardian of Tianji Pavilion!

"Absolutely not!" The old man scoffed twice, firmly denying it.

This old man was none other than the Thousand Souls Town, a venerable ancestor who had witnessed numerous formidable individuals throughout his life!

Yet, even among those formidable individuals... None could be compared to the envoys from the Upper Realm.

"Xiaoyao, you must remember one thing, never provoke cultivators from the Upper Realm."

"The resources in the Upper Realm are far richer than we can imagine in the mortal realm."

"The talents of individuals from the Upper Realm are terrifying, beyond what we can fathom."

"Even if they are of the same level as us when faced with cultivators from the Upper Realm, it's like ants facing a giant; incomparable."

"That Guardian of Tianji Pavilion, even if he possesses unparalleled cultivation, comparable to the envoys, it is impossible for him to slay the envoy from the Immortal Realm with a single sword strike!"

"These are the consensus opinions circulating on the continent before my seclusion at Thousand Souls Town."

"The words spoken just now may have been exaggerated under the guise of the title of 'Guardian of Jing Nation.' A single sword strike... Ha, it can't be true!"

The old man sighed deeply. At the same time, a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

He was the esteemed ancestor of Thousand Souls Town, yet he was still a cultivator of the Lower Realm.

Masters naturally didn't want to be inferior to others.

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For cultivators in the mortal realm to surpass cultivators from the Upper Realm was simply as difficult as reaching the heavens!

This was an indisputable fact.

Luan Xiaoyao remained silent upon hearing this.

She actually couldn't believe that someone could kill an envoy from the Immortal Realm.

But if that person was the Guardian of Tianji Pavilion, she... still wanted to believe there was a possibility, after all, she had seen him once in the capital of Jing Nation.

As she pondered...

"What the elder said is wrong!"

"We cultivators defy the heavens!"

"Let alone just a mere envoy from the Immortal Realm! Even if heaven and earth stand against me, I will overturn this world!"

A piece of overly passionate and juvenile dialogue reached the ears of the two.

Full of fervor!

Luan Xiaoyao looked over and saw a young man confidently smiling as he approached.

As he walked, he didn't forget to greet them.

That person naturally was Chen Feng.

Those words were his most genuine thoughts.

He didn't believe in predestination. As long as he wished it, anything was possible.

Just like his journey so far, for every obstacle he faced, there was an opportunity.

The old man and the girl before him seemed to be his opportunity!

So, he threw out the sentence he had been saying frequently these days:

"Miss, you seem very familiar to me. I wonder if we've met somewhere?"