Chapter 317 Nalan Yanran in Despair, Xiao Yan Enters the Dragon Transformation Pool!
After saying that, Gu Yuan suddenly turned around and grabbed Elder Gu Lie's shoulder.
Because of excessive force, he almost crushed Guile's bones.
"quick!"
Gu Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse from extreme excitement.
"Gu Lie, you lead the men there yourself! Immediately, right now!"
"Where are we going?" Gu Lie was startled by the clan leader's outburst.
"To the Gama Empire! To Wutan City!"
Gu Yuan almost roared:
"Bring the best vehicle from my ancient clan and invite Xiao Zhan, the patriarch of the Xiao family, to the Ancient Realm as if he were my ancestor!"
"Pass down the order: from this day forward, the Xiao family will be the most honored ally of my ancient clan!"
"Xiao Zhan enjoys the same treatment as the clan leader as a Supreme Elder in the Ancient Clan!"
Gu Yuan, panting heavily, turned to look at Xun'er, who was equally stunned.
"besides!"
Gu Yuan's voice echoed throughout the entire ancient clan courtyard, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear it.
"Immediately proclaim this to the entire continent!"
"My daughter, Gu Xun'er, and Xiao Yan, the young patriarch of the Xiao family, have long been engaged!"
"The day Xiao Yan returns from his training in the Celestial Court will be the day our ancient clan and the Xiao family unite in marriage and hold an unprecedented wedding!"
Gu Yuan was really anxious.
Xiao Yan is now the eleventh disciple of the Immortal Lord, and Yao Lao is a guest elder of the Immortal Court.
If you don't latch onto this powerful figure soon enough, you might not even get a hair on his leg!
If this marriage can be arranged, the ancient clan will surely produce a Dou Di in the future.
It's not impossible for them to ascend to the awe-inspiring Primordial Celestial Court in one fell swoop.
The capital of the Gama Empire.
The luxurious, secluded room on the top floor of the Mittel auction house.
The fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the air, but it couldn't suppress the almost stagnant atmosphere in the room.
The patriarch of the Mittel family, Teng Shan, a powerful Dou Wang who usually commands respect in the Jia Ma Empire and whose mere stomp can shake the capital, is now slumped unceremoniously in a grand master's chair.
He was holding an expensive purple clay teacup, the tea of which had long since overflowed, dripping onto the fine carpet, but he was completely unaware.
Opposite him, Consort Ya, whose alluring figure was clad in a bright red cheongsam, was leaning against a brocade couch.
Her usually shrewd and calculating face, which allowed her to navigate among countless powerful figures with ease, was now filled with unprecedented shock.
Those captivating peach blossom eyes were still staring blankly at the light curtain on the horizon outside the window.
"Primordial Celestial Court, Eleventh Disciple..."
Ya Fei's bright red lips, painted with vibrant rouge, parted slightly as she murmured these words.
Just a few months ago, the boy named Xiao Yan was just a good-for-nothing who was ridiculed in Wutan City.
Later, although he regained his talent and even sold Foundation Establishment Liquid at auctions, he called her "Sister Yafei" in a rather sweet and cloying way.
But in Ya Fei's eyes, Xiao Yan at that time was at most just a promising investment target.
But what about now?
He instantly became a personal disciple of the Supreme Immortal Court, which stood above all the heavens and myriad realms and could even create Dou Di at will!
This leap is beyond what can be described as a meteoric rise.
This is simply like transcending the mortal realm and ascending directly to become a supreme deity!
"Ya Fei..."
Fujiyama finally came to his senses and slammed the teacup he was holding onto the table with a sharp crack.
The head of the Mittel family had an unprecedented red gleam in his eyes, like a gambler who had spotted a sure-win bet.
"If I remember correctly, back when you were at the Wutan City branch, you were quite close to that Xiao Yan?"
Fujiyama's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Ya Fei withdrew her gaze, looked at the usually dignified and imposing clan leader, and nodded gently.
"When my brother Xiao Yan was down on his luck, my Mittel Auction House did indeed help him a lot. He even publicly protected me, and even..."
The image of the resolute face of the boy in black, and the occasional unruly smirk that flashed through Ya Fei's mind, appeared in her mind.
"In fact, he did have some good feelings towards me."
"Great! Okay!"
Fujiyama suddenly stood up, slapped his thigh, and paced back and forth in the secret room in excitement.
"God bless the Mittel family! God bless the Mittel family!"
Fujiyama turned his head and stared intently at Yafei.
"Ya Fei, pack your bags immediately."
"No, there's no need to clean it up."
"All the top-tier medicinal herbs, cultivation techniques, and even those family treasures in the family treasury have been put into the storage ring!"
Fujiyama strode up to Yafei, his tone carrying an unquestionable resolve, and even a hint of pleading.
"You will personally take these things to Wutan City."
"Once you arrive, move directly into the Xiao family home. You don't need to worry about anything; just assume the identity of Xiao Yan's fiancée!"
Upon hearing the words "fiancée," a rare blush appeared on Ya Fei's charming face.
But she did not refute it.
In this Dou Qi Continent, women naturally admire strength, and Ya Fei is an extremely intelligent woman.
She knew very well what Xiao Yan's current identity represented.
That was a god that even the patriarchs of ancient clans would rush to curry favor with, and that even the three giants of the Pill Tower would look up to!
As long as she can establish even the slightest connection with Xiao Yan, even if it's just becoming a concubine or a bed warmer, her status in the Dou Qi Continent will surpass that of an emperor!
"Does the clan leader mean for me to go to the Xiao family and wait for him to return?"
Ya Fei gently brushed her hair behind her ear, her every smile and gesture exuding natural charm.
"It's not about waiting for him to come back."
Fujiyama took a deep breath, his gaze extremely solemn.
"You are a smart man, you should understand what I mean."
"The ancient clan has now announced to the world that Gu Yuan will marry his precious daughter to Xiao Yan."
"Gu Xun'er is a daughter of the Gu clan. In terms of status and position, my Mittel family can't even come close."
"But men, after all, are sentimental."
Fujiyama gazed at Yafei's alluring figure, a figure that could drive any man mad.
"You must move into Xiao Yan's courtyard before everyone else. Wait for him to return from his training in the Celestial Court..."
"You need to be the first thing he sees."
"Even if it means paying him, even if it means letting him enjoy himself, you must firmly attach the Mittel family label to Xiao Yan!"
If these words had been spoken in the past, Ya Fei might have felt insulted.
But now, she simply lowered her head slightly.
"Ya Fei understands."
"For the sake of the family, and for Ya Fei's own sake, Ya Fei knows what to do on this trip to Wutan City."
She already had a special fondness for the boy who repeatedly created miracles, and now he had become the disciple of such an unparalleled being.
To be able to submit to such a peerless genius is a blessing that every woman in the world would dream of.
...
At the same time.
The Gama Empire, Yunlan Sect.
This sect, which was once high and mighty and revered as the empire's holy land for cultivation, is now shrouded in gloom and despair.
Inside the main hall of the sect.
Yun Yun sat in the head seat with a pale face, while the elders below her were even more ashen-faced and dared not utter a sound.
In the center of the main hall, a beautiful young woman dressed in a moon-white dress sat slumped on the cold bluestone floor, looking utterly lost.
Nalan Yanran.
Her eyes, which had always been filled with pride and stubbornness, were now completely unfocused.
"The eleventh rank of the Celestial Court, personally taught by the Celestial Lord..."
Nalan Yanran murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face.
She recalled the scene three years ago when she, accompanied by the stewards of the Yunlan Sect, arrogantly stepped into the gates of the Xiao family in Wutan City and, in front of everyone, threw the letter of annulment in Xiao Yan's face.
She still remembers the boy biting his lip, writing a letter of divorce on a piece of white paper, and making a resounding vow when he made a three-year promise.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"
These words now felt like a resounding slap across her face, shattering the pride of the entire Yunlan Sect.
break off an engagement?
Nalan Yanran actually broke off an engagement with a disciple personally taught by a celestial master!
"metropolitan..."
The First Elder, Yun Leng, knelt down with a thud, his voice filled with deep despair.
"Our Yunlan Sect is finished!"
"If Xiao Yan were to return from the Celestial Court, he could wipe my Yunlan Sect off the map of the Jia Ma Empire with just a flick of his finger!"
Yunyun closed her eyes, concealing the bitterness in them.
How could she not know?
In just half an hour.
The royal families of the Gama Empire, the Mu family, the Alchemist Guild, and even the royal families of several surrounding empires, all arrived in Wutan City with mountains of rare treasures.
It is said that the city gates of Wutan City have been crushed by the carriages of various forces.
The Xiao family's threshold was worn down by powerful and wealthy people who came to give gifts, curry favor, and even promote their own daughters.
What kind of three-year agreement is this?
...
Meanwhile, behind the celestial curtain.
The Perfect World, the Primordial Celestial Court.
Xiao Yan was naturally unaware of the immense upheaval that had been stirred up in the small world he once inhabited because of him.
At this moment, he was following behind Xiao Shihao, walking on a jade path leading to the Immortal Valley in the back mountain.
The old apothecary also concealed his aura and cautiously followed beside him.
Although he is now the highest-level Dou Di expert in the Dou Qi Continent.
But in this Primordial Immortal Court, Yao Lao acted even more reserved than Xiao Yan.
He knew full well that his level of cultivation was really nothing.
But within the inner gates of this Celestial Court, any random celestial bird could probably slap him, a Dou Di, into the mud.
"Eleventh Junior Brother, hurry up!"
Little Shihao turned his head and urged him in a childish voice.
Although he was short, he walked with a powerful stride, and with each step he took, a faint bone script shimmered beneath his feet.
Xiao Yan wiped away his sweat with a wry smile.
"Senior Brother, the spatial laws here are too strong... my body..."
"Oh, you'll be fine after you soak in the Dragon Transformation Pool!" Little Shi Hao waved his hand dismissively.
"Master said that the power within you is too mixed."
"That battle aura is so weak, it can't even break through the extreme level of the Blood Transformation Realm."
"Once you've undergone the baptism of qi and blood and your physical body has become sacred, you won't feel heavy when you walk."
Hearing Xiao Shihao repeatedly use the term "soft and weak Dou Qi," Xiao Yan and Yao Lao could only exchange a helpless glance, lacking even the confidence to refute it.
Soon, the three arrived at a huge, misty fairy valley.
As soon as we stepped into the valley.
A terrifying surge of blood energy, enough to make one's soul tremble, rushed towards them like a waterfall from the heavens.
"Boom!"
In the center of the fairy valley, there was no pool as one might have imagined.
There was only a huge altar, several hundred feet in circumference, made of some kind of unknown dark red immortal gold.
The center of the altar was sunken, and inside it churned a viscous liquid like magma.
The liquid exhibits a colorful sheen.
Golden blood was boiling, faintly coalescing into the illusion of a real dragon spreading its wings and striking the sky.
Crimson marrow was burning, accompanied by clear phoenix cries, transforming into a phoenix reborn from the ashes.
Countless ancient divine beast bloods, whose names are unknown but whose mere presence could cause the Dou Qi Continent to collapse, intertwine and merge in this pool, emitting a dazzling divine light!
"This...this is the water from the baptismal pool?"
Xiao Yan stood at the entrance of the valley, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
The oppressive force contained within that churning blood was more terrifying than facing ten thousand giant volcanoes.
This isn't a bath; it's like throwing someone into a steel furnace to melt them down!
At this moment, Yao Lao no longer cared about the demeanor of a Dou Di. His eyes widened and his lips trembled wildly.
"The blood of a true dragon, the marrow of a celestial phoenix..."
"And that white thing, could it be the legendary elixir refined from the divine bones of the White Tiger?"
The old doctor gasped.
"A single drop of water splashed out of this pool, if it fell into the Dou Qi Continent, could smash a hole in the entire Central State! How can anyone soak in this?"
Inside the Immortal Valley, apart from the churning Dragon Transformation Pool...
On the jade platforms around them, dozens of inner disciples of the Primordial Immortal Court sat cross-legged.
They all came here to temper their physical bodies using the residual power emanating from the Dragon Transformation Pool.
Upon seeing Xiao Shihao walk in, these disciples, who were usually arrogant and haughty, all stood up and bowed respectfully.
"I've seen Sequence Zero before!"
The voices of the many disciples were unified and reverent.
Despite his young age, Shi Hao has earned his reputation in the Celestial Court through sheer hard work and skill.
Xiao Shihao waved his hand, indicating that everyone should dispense with formalities.
Then, all the disciples' eyes fell on Xiao Yan, who was following behind Shi Hao.
When they sensed the weak and chaotic energy system within Xiao Yan's body, and his frail physical body that could barely withstand even the pressure of space.
Many disciples immediately revealed an undisguised contempt in their eyes.
Who is this?
A disciple dressed in brocade robes, surrounded by a halo of runes, lowered his voice and sneered at his companion beside him.
"Could it be another one from the lower realms?"
His companion shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.
"This kind of physical body is not even as good as the novice Daoist disciples in our Celestial Court."
"Look at his legs, they're shaking so badly he can barely stand."
"Exactly, I really don't know how they managed to get here for a blood and qi cleansing."
"Hehe, the fact that Sequence Zero brought him to the Dragon Transformation Pool is probably because the Immortal Lord personally ordered it to cleanse his marrow and refine his essence."
At this moment, a disciple with a stern face couldn't help but sneer, crossing his arms and saying:
"But what kind of place is the Dragon Transformation Pool? It is where the true blood of pure-blooded dragons and immortal phoenixes is refined! Even we disciples only dare to draw a little divine light from the edge."
"If his mortal body were to jump in, he probably wouldn't even be able to scream before being burst apart by the raging true blood!"
(End of chapter)