Before Ye Chen could formally respond, another ancient Great Sage with white hair and a youthful face arrived on the other side. He glared at the Academy Head of the Myriad Realms Academy and said, "You old monster! If he's going, he should ascend the Ultimate Ancient Path from our Dragon Phoenix Academy. We invited the Battle Saint King first, right, Battle Saint King?"
He was glaring at the Myriad Realms Academy Head, but his tone towards Ye Chen was very polite and warm.
The Myriad Realms Academy Head glared back. "Who says he has to ascend from your so-called 'Snake Chicken Academy'? Our Myriad Realms Academy has its own path to the Ultimate Ancient Path too."
Snake Chicken Academy!?
The people around were dumbfounded. There were quite a few prodigies from the Dragon Phoenix Academy present in the hall, and their expressions changed upon hearing this. They had always taken pride in the Dragon Phoenix Academy, and being insulted like this would anger even the most patient person. They glared over.
However, upon seeing it was the Myriad Realms Academy Head, they immediately swallowed their anger. That was the head of their academy's arch-rival. Moreover, seeing him bickering with their own supreme academy head, they couldn't help but turn their faces away, finding it somewhat unbearable to watch.
These were old-timers who had lived for tens of thousands of years, famous ancient Great Sages, the heads of the two strongest cultivation academies in the myriad realms. Yet when they argued, they had none of the demeanor or majesty befitting Great Sages, acting more like street ruffians, making onlookers feel embarrassed for them.
"Who are you calling a Snake Chicken Academy? Yours is just a broken-down academy!" the Dragon Phoenix Academy Head retorted.
Ye Chen spoke up to intervene. Sensing his wives' concern, he gave them a gentle nod, offering reassurance. He then said, "Please don't be angry, seniors. This matter isn't urgent right now. This junior wishes to stay for a while longer before considering the journey to the Ultimate Ancient Path."
"Battle Saint King, but the other Imperial Sons and young generation's supremes have already—" The Dragon Phoenix Academy Head wanted to say that the most competitive group of young supremes and Imperial Sons in the myriad realms, those with the most potential to become Emperors, had long since embarked on the Ultimate Ancient Path. If he didn't set out soon, he might not be able to catch up.
Ye Chen shook his head slightly, interrupting him with a smile. "I am the Battle Saint King, I fear no enemy. Even if they walk ahead of me, I will surpass them."
His calm words contained an unparalleled domineering aura, fearless of all.
What did it matter if great enemies blocked the path ahead? He was invincible and would eventually catch up.
Everyone was taken aback, able to sense the Battle Saint King's invincible confidence. They felt a chill—this was a supreme prodigy who firmly believed in his own invincibility, unafraid even of terrifying enemies ahead, certain he would overcome them.
The Myriad Realms Academy Head and the Dragon Phoenix Academy Head looked at each other and said no more, understanding the Battle Saint King's decision. However, they both warmly invited him, hoping he would ascend that Ultimate Ancient Path from their respective academies.
In the Imperial City, the Central Heavenly Palace floated amidst treasure halls, jade towers, and immortal mists. Auspicious beasts galloped, and silver waterfalls cascaded.
At its center stood immortal mountains, with beautiful peaks stretching continuously, shrouded in clouds and mist. Spiritual birds danced, immortal herbs grew, and immortal radiance and auspicious light made it extraordinarily unique.
Even after the wedding ceremony, major figures continued to arrive one after another. The celebratory feast stretched on, a universal celebration. Countless important figures attended this grand and magnificent wedding, presenting gifts of immeasurable value. Great Powers made their appearances one after another, making the world sigh at the terrifying influence of the Battle Saint King.
The number of banquet tables was uncountable, and the attendees were too numerous to count. The Central Heavenly Palace couldn't accommodate them all, spilling over into half the Imperial City.
Not far away, a wine table was laden with bowls and plates filled with dragon meat, Blue Luan wings, heaven-and-earth spiritual fruits, fragrant fine wines, and more—all genuine delicacies far beyond what the mortal world could compare to. A single dish was worth an immeasurable fortune; anyone below the Saint realm would be bankrupted by a meal.
The fragrant fine wines were even more numerous. The Yao Chi Sacred Land alone had gifted eighty jars of Peach Blossom Wine, brewed from genuine divine peaches. Its rich aroma was intoxicating; even a Saint sampling a cup would find their body glowing with radiant light as vast divine energy surged within. Let alone eighty jars—their value was truly immeasurable.
Moreover, this was a unique fine wine exclusive to the Yao Chi Sacred Land, unparalleled under heaven. Even many sect masters coveted it for their collections, which spoke volumes.
Two small beasts were sprawled on the table. One was a cute white little beast, the other a golden little divine dragon, though it looked chubby and lacked much dragon majesty. Now, following the cute white little beast's lead, they were both eating voraciously, tossing whole plates of delicacies into their mouths. Plates were constantly thrown aside, clattering incessantly. A small mountain of empty plates had already piled up beside them.
The people around were dumbfounded, unable to believe how these two little beasts could eat so much. A mountain of food entered their stomachs without the slightest bulge, as if it had vanished into thin air.
"Waiter! Another three hundred plates of roasted chicken wings, two hundred honey-glazed chicken legs, oh, and another four or five hundred jars of wine. Not enough to drink!" Amidst the feasting, the white little beast waved its tiny paw, calling out.
Waiter?
The Holy Sect disciple serving the various delicacies nearly fainted. He, a prodigy of a generation from the Holy Sect, had actually been reduced to being called a waiter. But he truly didn't dare retort to these two little beasts—each had an enormous background.
The other guests were also dumbfounded.
What roasted chicken wings? Those were Blue Luan wings. The honey-glazed chicken legs were Fire God Bird legs cooked with Hundred Flowers Precious Brew—all priceless delicacies. These two little beasts were casually ordering hundreds of plates with a single call. What a waste of heavenly treasures.
Though many found it strange, few dared to say anything, because everyone knew these two little beasts were very close companions of the Battle Saint King.
The white little beast grabbed a piece of meat twice its size with its tiny paw and swallowed it whole, muttering, "Too bad your cousin, that hooligan dragon, went into the Primordial Immortal Realm, Little Dragon. Otherwise, having that hooligan dragon around would be much more fun. At least that guy could take us robbing. At most, he'd rob for beauty, and we'd rob for treasure."
The people nearby nearly fainted. What kind of person was this 'hooligan dragon' in the white little beast's mouth?
"I declare I do not know that hooligan dragon who damages my dragon race's majesty," the Golden Little Divine Dragon said righteously, directly severing any connection.
However, the topic of the Primordial Immortal Realm immediately caught the attention of some interested parties, who rushed over. Among them were quite a few reclusive old monsters, who chuckled and said, "We heard you know the passage to the Primordial Immortal Realm?"
"We do," Yiyi blinked, looking utterly innocent and pure.
"Can you tell us?" those old monsters asked, full of hope, because the Primordial Immortal Realm was filled with opportunities to become an immortal—a path that could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Emperor on the ultimate peak.
They simply didn't know about the various circumstances within the Ancient Emperor Realm, otherwise they wouldn't have asked like this.
"Sure," Yiyi nodded, delighting the old monsters. "Please tell us."
The Golden Little Divine Dragon also blinked, saying in a milky voice, "Just saying it out loud is no fun. Come on, let's play a drinking game. What? You don't know how? Like this—rock, paper, scissors... you lose, drink!"
In the end, several old monsters, forbidden from suppressing the alcohol's effects by the two little beasts, drank until they were completely drunk and passed out. The two innocent and pure little beasts shook their heads. "So weak. Thought we could play for a while. Sigh, being invincible is truly lonely."
The many guests nearby immediately backed away, faces filled with wariness. Why did such cute-looking little beasts have to be so devious?
Finally, the two little beasts wiped their mouths and paws clean and soared into the sky.
Faintly, many guests seemed to hear them saying they were going to take advantage of Little Yueyue's wedding today to pull off a big heist. Many people felt dizzy—why did that sound like something bad?
The groom, Ye Chen, drank heartily with the guests, consuming who knows how much fine wine and liquor. He didn't use his power to dispel the effects, letting the alcohol take hold until he was thoroughly drunk.
In the end, it was his friends like the War King, Peacock King, Tai Su, and Wang Ming who stepped in, along with Yaya and Ruoxi, to usher out the various guests.
The many guests also knew that a spring night's moment was worth a thousand in gold, so they didn't obstruct.
The wedding chamber was brightly lit, illuminating the newlywed room in a festive, eye-catching crimson.
The altar table was laden with various delicacies and wine.
Beside the wedding bed, three flower-like, jade-like beautiful wives wore phoenix crowns and red veils, bashful and radiant. Even the boldest Goddess was like this; the lively and spirited Chen'er didn't dare move recklessly, and Yi Wu was both shy and overjoyed.
They had waited who knows how many years, finally reaching this day. The three women were infinitely delighted, unable to hold back their tears.
The flowers were beautiful, the moon was full; red sleeves added fragrance to the night. The fine hour and beautiful scene—everything was so perfect.
"My three wives, a spring night is worth a thousand in gold. Let's not miss it."
Ye Chen spoke softly, having long since evaporated the alcohol from his body. He stepped forward and embraced his three beloved wives, able to feel the trembling of the beauties in his arms, their delicate bodies slightly stiff with tension.
Ye Chen also took a deep breath. Wasn't he the same? Having waited so many years, he had finally achieved his wish. The surging emotions in his heart were far beyond what outsiders could imagine.
He gently lifted the phoenix crowns and red veils from his three wives, revealing the stunningly beautiful faces beneath the red cloth. He stared at the three of them, unable to help but murmur, "So beautiful."
"You fool!" The Goddess couldn't help but laugh, and Chen'er and Yi Wu also burst into laughter.
"Come, let's drink the cross-cupped wine."
Ye Chen fetched several cups, poured the wine, and drank the cross-cupped wine with each of the three beauties. From now on, they were truly husband and wife.
"I'm going to kiss you now."
Ye Chen spoke softly, embracing his three wives again, his gaze filled with deep affection as he prepared to kiss them. The three brides, no matter who, felt bashful inside, their faces flushed, yet they lifted their charming faces, anticipating that moment.
Right at that moment, Ye Chen suddenly slapped his hand toward a point in the empty space of the room. Two figures tumbled out from there. One was a petite, cute, lively, and innocent figure—it was Yaya.
Beside her was Ruoxi, her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked at Ye Chen, somewhat sheepish.
"Yaya! Xi'er!" Ye Chen glared.