CHAPTER 964: CHAPTER 955: SON OF THE HOLY EMPEROR

The birth of the Young Pavilion Master of the Cloud Pavilion has alarmed many forces within the Xuanwu Alliance.

Many prodigies of the younger generation have arrived, even extraordinary figures like the legendary Luoyue Saint have come.

Now, the Cloud Pavilion is set to present a remnant of the Holy Emperor Divine Scripture from the Ancient Times, and no one present can remain unmoved.

Thanks to the legacy from the Holy Emperor powerhouses in their ancestry, the All Holy Lands and ancient martial families have persisted to this day, becoming dominions over this world.

The main reasons are that their ancestors once gave birth to a Holy Emperor strongman, and the divine scriptures were passed down.

However, divine scriptures handed down since the Ancient Times, are limited to only seven, residing within the Seven Saints. It is no exaggeration to say that tonight, whoever obtains the remnant of the Holy Emperor Divine Scripture from the Cloud Pavilion,

the force they belong to will inevitably experience a significant surge in power, comparable to the apex existence like the Martial Alliance!

"Fairy Meng, might I inquire how one might accompany you through this splendid evening?"

The crowd competed to be the first, but the final decision rested in Meng Yurou’s hands, and someone couldn’t resist the curiosity in their heart and asked.

Upon these words, everyone raised their eyes, their gazes fixed on Meng Yurou, who was enveloped in supreme holy light.

This woman stood upon a seven-colored auspicious cloud, akin to a divine girl descending from the Nine Heavens, noble and pure, beyond desecration.

"Yurou, many talented individuals are present today; we can’t let them come here in vain. Why don’t you accompany them in the Immortal Pavilion, conversing on the Dao, and later select someone to spend the evening with, how about that?"

Before Meng Yurou could speak, the voice of Pavilion Master Meng Tianyi echoed again from within the palace.

"The Fairy is a peerless beauty, intending to choose a mate tonight, it should be carefully considered. We wish to enter the Immortal Pavilion, to discuss scriptures and the Dao with the Fairy, and understand each other better," someone said.

"Indeed, I agree." Many echoed.

"In that case, please enter the Immortal Pavilion, everyone." Meng Yurou chuckled, her words falling, the palace above the sky suddenly emitted supreme radiance. A beam of Holy Rank light extended down, forming stairs connecting the palace to the ground.

Seeing such a scene, the talented individuals present couldn’t help but look on with bright eyes, and some, without hesitation, began to walk towards the Holy Bridge.

Tonight, the number of geniuses attending is not small, with nearly a hundred who have reached the Void Immortal Realm alone. Among them, people like Luoyue Saint, possessing Saint Level combat strength, in Mo Wangchen’s estimation, there are at least four or five.

"Hehe, I’ve heard the Heavenly Music, this old man also wishes to enter the Immortal Pavilion for a taste of fine wine."

An elder stepped forward, speaking as he moved towards the Holy Bridge. Mo Wangchen recognized him as the lecherous elder from the tavern yesterday, who was discussing the Ancient Heavenly Court, and unexpectedly, he indeed arrived.

"This time the Immortal Pavilion opens only to invite prodigies of the younger generation, Daoist Fellow, please halt."

Dream Tianyi’s voice emerged from within the Immortal Pavilion, accompanied by an inexplicable force that forcibly pushed the elder off the Holy Bridge.

"Why? Although this old man may appear aged, my heart is not much different from these young people. I just want to ask for a cup of fine wine tonight, why not let me in?"

The elder, displeased, made a scene, truly displaying the impetuousness of youth in his demeanor. However, with a full head of white hair and a face etched with wrinkles, one could hardly see any semblance of youthful appearance.

Although grumbling, the elder did not dare to force entry, joking aside, with Meng Tianyi in charge here, even a Saint Master would not dare to be overly impudent.

"Brother, are you going up or not?"

Mo Wangchen stood beneath the Holy Bridge, hesitating somewhat when suddenly a voice came from behind him.

He turned to find the visitor was indeed Luoyue Saint Mu Xi, "Such a peerless beauty, if we cannot see her tonight, wouldn’t it be a wasted trip?"

With that said, Mo Wangchen no longer hesitated, stepping onto the Holy Bridge.

"Haha, it seems Brother also appreciates wind and moon. I traveled the mortal realm for nearly a decade, and visited almost all the places in the ancient cities of the Xuanwu Alliance. I met many friends with similar interests. You seem unfamiliar. It must be fate that we meet here tonight, how about we become friends?"

Mu Xi laughed heartily, stepping forward with Mo Wangchen. His words were carefree, leaving people speechless.

Mo Wangchen shook his head with a wry smile. Despite being a dignified Saint, he spoke like a street ruffian. One wonders how this Mu Xi became a Saint.

"I don’t particularly enjoy wind and moon. I just happened to pass by Nanyang City and heard about Fairy Meng’s debut, so I decided to come and see tonight," Mo Wangchen replied.

"No need to cover up, we’re all men. No one will laugh at you for admitting. It seems you have the heart but lack courage. Well, let me show you around tonight."

Speaking thus, Luoyue Saint unabashedly placed his hand on Mo Wangchen’s shoulder, laughing heartily, making the two look like old friends who had known each other for years.

Mo Wangchen shook his head with a wry smile. He did not expect Luoyue Saint to be so ’enthusiastic’; it felt unavoidable.

"What a fragrant longing."

Upon the Holy Bridge, gazing forward, there was a palace where holy light shone like a celestial court, accompanied by a refreshing aroma wafting through the air.

"Such is the case in all major places. This fragrance makes one feel like entering a woman’s boudoir. Smelling too much can excite the desires within men," Luoyue Saint chuckled.

"Aren’t you afraid it’s an intoxicating fragrance that could knock us all out?" Mo Wangchen curiously asked.

"Tonight’s attendees are all prodigious figures, and even if the Cloud Pavilion dared, they wouldn’t knock out so many of us. Even if its Pavilion Master was a Saint Master, it would be challenging to withstand the pressure from all sides."

Luoyue Saint, however, waved his hand, speaking indifferently.

Mo Wangchen nodded, finding it reasonable. Even if the Cloud Pavilion had ties with the Ancient Heavenly Court, it had long vanished from the present world, and they wouldn’t dare to make a move on so many geniuses publicly.

Walking forward, within the court, many geniuses had already entered and sat down. At this moment, Meng Yurou sat atop the foremost high platform, while the crowd split into two rows, sitting before tables laden with fine wine and immortal fruits.

"Let’s take a seat here." Luoyue Saint led Mo Wangchen to an empty seat in front.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and appeared surprised.

"What’s the matter?"

Mo Wangchen curiously followed his gaze and found a youth in python robes sitting there, exuding an impressive air of nobility and elegance in every gesture.

"Xuan Yin! I didn’t expect him to be here. How did I miss him earlier?" Luoyue Saint spoke up.

"Xuan..."

Mo Wangchen was stunned, as this was not an ordinary surname.

"The Holy Emperor had eighty-one sons, with Xuan Yin as the eldest among them. In the past, during the fierce competition for the Emperor title, he contended most heavily with today’s Xuan Emperor ’Xuan Heng,’" Luoyue Saint explained.

"Son of the Holy Emperor?!"

Mo Wangchen was astonished within, not expecting a son of the Holy Emperor to arrive tonight. From Luoyue Saint’s words, it wasn’t hard to discern that this Xuan Yin, capable of competing with the current Xuan Emperor, is probably quite formidable in strength.