My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

"Both of us are wanderers of the world!" Chen Feng gazed at Luan Xiaoyao's pitiful appearance with a heart filled with compassion and admiration.

If it weren't for seeing Thousand Souls Town Elder already by Luan Xiaoyao's side, he would have surely stepped forward to offer comfort. Even if unable to win the beauty's heart, at least he can forge a good friendship.

"Not qualified!" Luan Xiaoyao's plight elicited no sympathy from the Underworld envoy, who continued the selection process.

The Underworld was no benevolent place; resolving spiritual contamination required rare treasures beyond ordinary means.

Sacrificing so much for a Lower Realm cultivator was not deemed worthwhile. He would rather choose those with lower innate talents and avoid accepting souls tainted by instruments.

"Master, I'm sorry."

"Disciple... I have disappointed your expectations."

Luan Xiaoyao looked at Thousand Souls Town Elder, her eyes filled with self-blame. She had always acted according to her mood, relying heavily on her master alone.

Luan Xiaoyao knew how much her master hoped for her to ascend to the Underworld through the selection process, which only added to her guilt.

"Silly child, it's not your fault."

"It's the master's fault, it's the master who has harmed you."

Thousand Souls Town Elder's face softened with rare tenderness as he gently stroked Luan Xiaoyao's head.

Over the years, he had invested almost all of his efforts into Luan Xiaoyao. He hoped for her to inherit his mantle and sincerely wished for her to go even further.

This young girl, who had grown up before his eyes, was as dear to him as his own granddaughter.

"Xiaoyao."

"Don't worry, Master still has a way to give you a chance to ascend to the Underworld!"

"What method?"

Hearing that there was still hope, Luan Xiaoyao's eyes lit up with renewed hope. However, Thousand Souls Town Elder did not give a direct answer but instead directed his gaze towards the Underworld envoy.

Perhaps only that thing could change the Envoy's mind...

"That guy isn't dead, but how did he end up here again?"

Luan Xiaoyao brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead, frowning slightly as she caught sight of Chen Feng's figure. This fellow had actually come to participate in the selection for the Underworld.

Did he think that just because he couldn't pass the selection for the Demon Realm, he could make it through the Underworld's selection?

Little did he know that the Underworld's selection was even more challenging than that of the Demon Realm!

If this fellow wasn't overestimating himself, then he must have followed her here. Since encountering Chen Feng, he seemed to be persistently attached, following her wherever she went. More annoying than others who harbored fantasies about her.

At this moment, Chen Feng sneezed again. "Hmm, someone must be speaking ill of me behind my back!"

"Over these years, I've made quite a few enemies, many of whom I can't deal with for the time being. Now with all this commotion about ascending, sigh... I better keep a low profile for now."

Chen Feng sighed inwardly and caught up with the queue ahead of him. He was about to step into the column of light for the ceremony.

"Qualified!" At that moment, the Underworld envoy finally announced that someone had passed the selection. With a flick of his finger, he left a mark on the person who had passed. "I passed!"

"I actually passed!"

"Thanks to Prince Jingyang's blessings, when I return home this time and bid farewell to my family, I will definitely have them erect another shrine for you!"

The person who passed was just a cultivator from Jing Nation. Although his cultivation and talent were nothing extraordinary, he had come to Tianqiong Mountain just to try his luck.

Who would have thought that he would actually pass the selection? It was like a pie falling from the sky, almost knocking him unconscious!

As he stepped out of the selection array, countless forces immediately approached to praise and court him.

"How can this guy, who hasn't even reached the King Stage, pass the selection?"

Seeing this scene, the Holy Son of the Netherworld was itching with anger. Because he had just participated in the selection himself.

Unfortunately, he was knocked out in the first second. Initially, he didn't feel much, especially since Luan Xiaoyao, who was stronger than him, hadn't passed.

But now, seeing an ordinary cultivator who was nothing special actually pass the selection, how could he balance his emotions?

Despite his anger, the Holy Son of the Netherworld suppressed his temper. He had no right to lose his temper in front of the Envoys of the Three Realms.

"Indeed, Jing Nation produces talents. It seems my decision to come to the capital of Jing Nation to seek opportunities was not wrong." Chen Feng observed someone passing the selection. He felt a twinge of envy but no trace of jealousy.

He believed that he too would receive the same chance, or perhaps even greater opportunities. This feeling grew stronger as the Three Realms envoys conducted their selections.

Chen Feng became increasingly convinced that his chance was right before him. He stepped into the column of light for the ceremony.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, the Underworld envoy exclaimed in suspicion. This expression was something he hadn't shown even when someone else passed! This drew everyone's attention, all eyes turning to Chen Feng.

"Envoy, did I pass the assessment?" Chen Feng asked eagerly, his face filled with anticipation. The Underworld envoy shook his head. What did that mean? Chen Feng looked puzzled.@@novelbin@@

"I was just surprised. I have never seen a soul so weak before."

"Being able to cultivate to the King Stage without perishing, your luck far exceeds that of ordinary people!" The Underworld envoy sighed with emotion. Chen Feng: "..."

You're the one with the weak soul! You're the one who didn't perish! Chen Feng felt like leaving. He couldn't care less about this ascension selection anymore! What good luck? I, Chen Feng, have reached my current strength through my own efforts alone! Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire

Chen Feng was infuriated. He had been told in the Demon Realm selection that his talent and bloodline were insignificant, that he was a worthless physique among a million others.

In the Underworld, he was now told his soul was weak and that his survival was purely luck. What kind of standards did these Upper Realm envoys have?

Chen Feng glanced toward the Demon Realm envoy's position. He could still make one last effort there.

At this moment, a man in coarse linen clothes was undergoing selection over there. Chen Feng looked at the man, feeling a hint of familiarity rising within him.

Could this person be...

Just then, the man emerged from the column of light, and Niu Laosan stood before him. "Congratulations, you've passed the selection!" "Young man, you have a sturdy body! Where are you from?" Niu Laosan lightly patted the man's chest.

Bang! Bang! With two heavy thuds, the man staggered back five or six steps before steadying himself. Compared to the first person who passed, his retreat wasn't far. Indeed, his body was quite sturdy.

"In response to the envoy, I am from Huangzhou, Jing Nation."

"Jing Nation? That's good! I have some connections with Prince Jingyang from your Jing Nation."

"In the future, when you ascend to the Demon Realm, I'll have your back!" Hearing that the man was from Jing Nation, Niu Laosan's face lit up even more with smiles.

The man's eyes filled with surprise at the words. He was born in poverty in Huangzhou. Every few years, Huangzhou suffered from famine, but it was Prince Jingyang who ensured that everyone in Huangzhou had enough to eat.

He could embark on the path of cultivation thanks to Prince Jingyang's efforts. He will always remember this kindness.

"Thank you, envoy!"

"I will never embarrass you, nor Prince Jingyang!" The man hastily expressed his gratitude, and Niu Laosan pulled him into a hug.

"Alright, let's skip the formalities between us men."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Ye Fan."

The chosen one scratched his head, speaking with a simple and honest expression.