133: Royal Palace Bride Snatching

The next morning, the faint morning light filtered through the thin window gauze, quietly spilling into the bedchamber.

Under the meticulous care of the gentle and dignified Crown Princess, Yang Lingchen slowly changed into a set of solemn and formal attire.

This Crown Prince's robe was magnificent and elegant, with patterns embroidered in gold thread that were lifelike and shimmered with a dazzling light.

To avoid anyone noticing the slightest clue, Yang Lingchen decisively took the Crown Princess's willow-slender waist in his arm and, with composed steps, boarded the luxurious beast carriage heading for the imperial palace.

The beast carriage entered the heavily guarded imperial palace without any hindrance along the way.

Today, the imperial palace was decorated with lanterns and colored streamers everywhere, and the doors and windows of every palace were covered with festive and exquisite couplets.

The calligraphy on the couplets was bold and flowing, as if containing endless auspicious Qi.

At this time, both inside and outside the Hall of Heavenly Worship, a bright red carpet as vivid as blood had been laid out, and the scene was one of singing, dancing, and extraordinary liveliness.

Laughter and singing echoed in the air, and a festive atmosphere permeated every corner.

Countless seats were neatly arranged inside and outside the hall, and each table was carefully set with various delicacies and exotic dishes; the mountain and sea delicacies were a feast for the eyes.

Yang Lingchen began to busy himself without pause.

After all, his current identity was that of the noble Crown Prince, and there were many complicated matters that required his comprehensive arrangement.

Fortunately, he had previously soul-searched the Crown Prince and obtained a great deal of important information; otherwise, facing today's various situations, he would have been truly dazed and at a loss.

As the undisputed strongest expert of the Southern Barrens and the powerful Emperor of the Phoenix Divine Dynasty, Huangfu Haotian's grand wedding naturally drew sincere congratulations from all factions.

Even many top-tier forces from the Central State sent representatives across thousands of miles to offer their congratulations.

The Central Domain Divine Land is divided into the Southern Barrens, Northern Barrens, Western Barrens, Eastern Barrens, and Central State.

The Central State is the core region of the Central Domain Divine Land, and the forces capable of establishing sects here are all the most top-tier existences on this vast continent.

As the representatives of the major forces entered one by one, Yang Lingchen couldn't help but frown slightly, because he keenly noticed that among these people, several had reached the Peak of the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm.

They exuded powerful and heart-palpitating auras; these people were likely to become the greatest obstacles to his rescue of Xiao Qingyun today.

If it were just dealing with Huangfu Haotian alone, Yang Lingchen might be able to contend using his own strength and wit.

But if he had to face several experts at the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm at once, Yang Lingchen would fall into an extremely passive position.

Because the duration of the explosion profound pill was only one hour; once an hour passed, his cultivation level would recede like a tide back to the ninth layer of the King Realm.

And if Yang Lingchen's cultivation level returned to the ninth layer of the King Realm, he would have no power to fight back before Huangfu Haotian and could never be his opponent.

“The auspicious hour has arrived. Please invite Empress Xiao to enter.”

Just then, the sharp and high-pitched voice of the master of ceremonies eunuch echoed within the Hall of Heavenly Worship.

Hearing this voice, Yang Lingchen silently swallowed the explosion profound pill in his mouth. Instantly, the Profound Energy in his body surged like crashing waves, rising in a moment to the first layer of the Emperor Realm.

Powerful force surged within Yang Lingchen's body, and a hidden and cold killing intent flashed through his deep eyes.

At that moment, Xiao Qingyun entered wearing a bright red wedding gown, which was encrusted with countless brilliant gemstones that shimmered with a dreamlike light under the sun's reflection.

Currently, Xiao Qingyun wore a crystal jade hairpin crown; the jade hairpins were crystal clear, making her look like a Fairy descended to earth.

Supported carefully by palace maids, Xiao Qingyun slowly walked into the Hall of Heavenly Worship.

Beautiful, extremely beautiful. The moment Xiao Qingyun entered, she immediately drew everyone's gaze firmly toward her.

Her appearance was enough to topple cities and nations; her skin was like snow, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, and her red lips were naturally vibrant without makeup.

Her graceful and lithe figure seemed to carry endless charm with every step.

Even the representatives of those major forces from the Central State now showed expressions of amazement and admiration in their eyes.

At this point, Huangfu Haotian stood up with an imposing air and walked toward Xiao Qingyun with large, arrogant strides.

Seeing this, Yang Lingchen took the opportunity to follow calmly behind Huangfu Haotian, while secretly controlling the mysterious and powerful immortal demon sword, preparing to find the right moment to kill Huangfu Haotian in one stroke and then flee with Xiao Qingyun.

Just as Huangfu Haotian was about to approach Xiao Qingyun, he stopped his steps and shouted triumphantly, “Today is not only the day of my grand wedding but also the time for the coronation of the Empress. From this day forth, Xiao Qingyun shall be the Empre—”

“Empress your mother!”

Before Huangfu Haotian's words could finish, a terrifying sword light flashed like lightning, slashing straight and fiercely toward Huangfu Haotian.

That sword light was dazzling and brilliant, carrying endless killing intent and determination.

As an expert at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm, Huangfu Haotian also sensed a trace of fatal crisis at this critical moment.

Just as Yang Lingchen's killing sword strike was about to hit him, he quickly extended his left hand to block with all his might, and then clumsily rolled on the ground like a donkey in an attempt to dodge the fatal blow.

“Thud...!”

“Aaahhh...”

“Brother Huang, save me!”

Huangfu Haotian let out a miserable scream as one of his arms was severed directly by Yang Lingchen's peerlessly powerful sword strike, falling bloodily onto the luxurious red carpet of the Hall of Heavenly Worship; blood splattered everywhere, a shocking sight.

“Junior, how dare you!”

A middle-aged man dressed in grey robes, whose cultivation level was at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm, was furious. In an instant, he struck a palm toward Yang Lingchen without hesitation.

That palm contained a force like a mountain-toppling wave, as if it wanted to crush Yang Lingchen into powder.

Yang Lingchen had originally intended to finish off Huangfu Haotian in one breath, but if he did that, even if he succeeded in killing Huangfu Haotian, he would be blasted to death on the spot by this grey-robed middle-aged man.

With this thought, Yang Lingchen quickly turned and threw out a fiercely powerful Domain Breaking Fist. His gaze was firm and resolute, and his fist wind whistled, carrying an Aura of charging forward undaunted.

There would be plenty of opportunities to kill Huangfu Haotian in the future, but he only had one life; Yang Lingchen clearly understood which was more important.

“Rumble...”

When the two powerhouses met, a deafening explosion erupted. Powerful energy waves spread in all directions, tables and chairs were overturned, and the guests cried out in alarm as they retreated.

After the clash, Yang Lingchen was blasted back seven or eight meters. His feet carved two deep grooves into the ground, and he only managed to stop with difficulty when he reached Xiao Qingyun's side.

At this moment, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth, and his face was slightly pale.

The grey-robed middle-aged man, however, had only retreated two or three meters; he stood his ground firmly, staring at Yang Lingchen with sinister eyes.

At this time, several other representatives of the Central State forces also reacted quickly and moved to surround Yang Lingchen.

Their movements were agile and decisive, like beasts of prey on the hunt.

“Whoosh... whoosh...”

At the same time, just as Yang Lingchen stopped his body and before the opponents could form a tight encirclement, he grabbed Xiao Qingyun's soft hand tightly and then, turning into a graceful arc, vanished toward the outside of the hall in a flash.

“Junior, where do you think you're going!”

Several representatives of the Central State forces also turned into sharp arcs and chased after him. Their speed was extremely fast, kicking up a gale.

“Whoosh... whoosh...”

After rushing out of the hall, Yang Lingchen directly stepped onto the mysterious and unpredictable immortal demon sword, disappearing into the horizon in less than half a breath. That speed was so fast it left people speechless.

“Sword Flight! He is a Sword Cultivator!”

The grey-robed middle-aged man's face became incredibly ugly. He had originally thought Huangfu Haotian invited them to capture an ordinary Genius, but he hadn't expected the opponent to be a rare Sword Cultivator.

This was a Sword Cultivator! In the Heavenly Martial Continent, Sword Cultivators were extremely rare and powerful existences, with one appearing only once in thousands of years.

Once a Sword Cultivator grew up, they would certainly become an awe-inspiring existence; the consequences would be unimaginable!

In the Heavenly Martial Continent, not everyone who used a sword was a Sword Cultivator; only those who could perform Sword Flight were considered true Sword Cultivators. Without Sword Cultivator talent, even if given the best sword, one could not perform Sword Flight.

“Huangfu Haotian, why the hell didn't you tell us he was a Sword Cultivator?” a representative of a Central State force glared and questioned coldly.

“This... I didn't know he was a Sword Cultivator either!”

Huangfu Haotian's face was also extremely ugly; cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart was filled with regret and annoyance.

He hadn't expected Xiao Qingyun and Yang Lingchen to truly have a relationship; it was his loss for believing that Xiao Qingyun's nonsense.

“This kid must have a Sword Cultivator Legacy on him. If we can find him...”

A trace of a greedy smile appeared on the grey-robed middle-aged man's face, as if he saw an endless Treasure Trove.

“Brother Huang has a point, but where do we go to find him now?” another middle-aged man said with a furrowed brow... Yang Lingchen took Xiao Qingyun and performed Sword Flight, racing like a bolt of lightning toward the direction of the Heavenly Yin Sect. The immortal demon sword cut a brilliant light across the sky, like a meteor streaking through the night.

After flying a long distance, Yang Lingchen found a remote and hidden valley to stop, and then he quietly took Xiao Qingyun into the mysterious haotian jade space.

“Qingyun, I finally found you.”

Yang Lingchen's voice carried a hint of raspiness and trembling, an emotion woven of excitement and joy.

“...”

The single name 'Qingyun' made Xiao Qingyun's body tremble slightly, and her eyes immediately became moist, like morning dew rolling on flower petals.

“Xiao Chenzi, I thought I would never see you again.”

In Xiao Qingyun's autumn-water-like eyes, tears could no longer be suppressed and slowly slid down like pearls from a broken string.

“I'm sorry, I came late.”

Yang Lingchen's eyes couldn't help but moisten at this moment as well; he gently pulled Xiao Qingyun into his embrace, as if wanting to merge her into his very life.

“I knew you wouldn't die.”

Xiao Qingyun leaned quietly in Yang Lingchen's arms, enjoying this moment of peace and warmth, as if time had stood still.

“Neither of us will die, never.”

Yang Lingchen said with incomparable seriousness and firmness, his gaze filled with deep affection and persistence.

“Really?”

Xiao Qingyun looked at Yang Lingchen, her eyes full of expectation and trust.

“Of course,” Yang Lingchen said, his voice gentle yet powerful.

“Xiao Chenzi, kiss me, I... want it.” Xiao Qingyun hugged Yang Lingchen's waist and tilted her head slightly, a charming blush rising on her face like blooming peach blossoms.

“In such a hurry?”

Yang Lingchen smiled slightly and gently flicked Xiao Qingyun's small, delicate nose, his eyes full of doting.

“What do you think?”

Xiao Qingyun gave a charming smile, and then her jade-like hand reached toward Yang Lingchen with a movement carrying a bit of urgency and longing.

“Holy crap!”

At this moment, Yang Lingchen could no longer suppress his restless emotions.

He grabbed Xiao Qingyun's willow-jade slender and soft waist, feeling as if he possessed the entire world.

Then, he kissed Xiao Qingyun's pink, petal-like fragrant lips with rough wildness.

Xiao Qingyun was not to be outdone, responding passionately and seeking hungrily.

Their lips collided simply and crudely, as if igniting a raging fire.

After a bout of passionate kissing with tongues entwined, Yang Lingchen's hand unconsciously began to wander, his fingers gently brushing over Xiao Qingyun's smooth and delicate skin.

“You scoundrel, how did you become so naughty?”

Xiao Qingyun's face showed a blush as vivid as a dripping flower, and her whole body went limp in Yang Lingchen's arms, like a docile kitten... (100,000 words omitted here, dear readers, please use your imagination.)