Legend of Swordsman

4728 Emperor Zhen Wuyang

Each of them was surrounded by a bright light, and the light wheels formed by Yan power shone on the entire Heavenly Court.

This made the majestic figure in the mountain river Emperor’s robe a little sad.

However, any Yan Immortal who could come to the Heavenly Court would not be so stupid to think so.

The majestic figure that could ascend to the throne and annihilate dozens of Emperors on his own was hundreds of millions of times more terrifying than what he revealed.

Looking at the majestic Emperor who stepped into the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw his true face.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the vast square of the giant hall was extremely tense.

The angry question was obviously from the Emperor.

The Young Emperor looked up at Emperor Wei Yi, who was standing on the clouds, and said, “Imperial Father, Prince Yan doesn’t dare.”

“Then what were you doing just now? Are you trying to stain the Heavenly Court with blood?” Another question was asked.

Immediately after, Emperor Zhen Wuyang arrived at the vast square with endless power.

“They are all your younger brothers. As the Crown Prince, not only did you not set an example, but you even lowered your status again and again. Do you really think I don’t dare to punish you?”

The Young Emperor did not say a word, and there was no fear in his lowered eyes.

At this moment, the black-robed figure known as Uncle Yu slowly came before Emperor Zhen Wuyang and said in a low voice, “Emperor, the Young Emperor has not made a big mistake yet. It is not unforgivable. You can deal with him after the banquet.”

The majestic figure glanced at the Young Emperor and then at Uncle Yu. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. “Forget it. Let’s start the banquet first.”

With that, he took the lead and walked into the main hall, followed by 99 Elders with colorful lights on their backs.

“Yes,” The hundreds of Yan Immortals responded in unison.

Prince Jiu glared at Chen Qing and the rest, then strode into the main hall.

This farce finally ended with the arrival of Emperor Zhen Wuyang.

The Young Emperor looked at them deeply and then went to Jian Wushuang and the others.

He seemed to be a little tired and forced a smile. “Let’s go. The banquet is about to start.” ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

“Young Emperor, are you hurt anywhere?” Cheng Qing was a little worried.

He shook his head, then stepped into the hall under the guidance of the thin purple-robed man.

In the main hall, Emperor Zhen Wuyang sat on the Emperor’s throne. Beside him, the Young Emperor with a gloomy expression sat on the side.

Meanwhile, Uncle Yu stood behind the Emperor like a black statue.

In the vast hall, the Elders with light wheels of various colors on their backs sat on both sides in a row. A little lower were the Princes in white court robes.

Under the Young Emperor’s instructions, Jian Wushuang and the others sat with the six Princes, but they were clearly separated.

Sitting in the misty clouds, Jian Wushuang looked down and ignored the judgmental looks of the Princes.

Then, Chun Qiu, who was sitting beside him, said in a low voice, “Brother Jian, I really didn’t expect to be able to come to the Heavenly Court of Zhen Wuyang one day.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid.” Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled.

Chun Qiu nodded. “Don’t worry. I know the severity of this.”

From time to time, in the midst of low-pitched conversations, goddesses who came on clouds brought out plates of delicacies and fruits.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the Emperor’s throne and looked at the heavenly court with a smile. He then let out a long sigh.

From this, Jian Wushuang learned that there had only been five banquets in the Heavenly Court since the beginning.

It was held every one Hua Year.

Jian Wushuang did not know exactly how long this one ‘Hua Year’ would be, but his initial estimate was that it was very likely to be the time to cut off ten silver rivers…

Time had long been the most meaningless thing here. After becoming a Yan Immortal, one’s lifespan was endless. Other than the destruction of external forces, most things would have little effect on Yan Immortals.

After all, the creation of the Great Daos and the ultimate order in a world could very likely have been the work of a certain Yan Immortal.

The Elders who carried light wheels of different colors were so powerful that even Chen Qing was afraid of them. They were the first Elders who helped Zhen Wuyang to open up the Heavenly Couort and become Emperors. They were deeply trusted by Zhen Wuyang and even the six Princes were not as important as them.

It was an honor to be able to attend a banquet in the Heavenly Court. Therefore, even an unremarkable Yan Immortal was a respected existence in the Heavenly Domain controlled by the Zhen Wuyang.

As the table in front of him was gradually piled with precious fruits, the beautiful Fairies also overwhelmed him.

Chen Qing, who was sitting beside Jian Wushuang, fixed his bright eyes on one of the Fairies.

“Fairy Guang, it’s me, it’s me, don’t you remember me? I’m Cheng Qing, the one who controls Jingchuan. We talked about it in the wind platform last time.”

Cheng Qing’s eyes lit up as he chatted with the Fairy who was bending over to pour wine.

The Fairy pursed her lips and smiled. “I don’t remember.”

“It doesn’t matter if you remember or not. After the banquet is over, I’ll still be waiting for you at the wind platform. How about it?” Cheng Qing grinned.

The Fairy smiled and did not answer. She took the jade pot and left.

“There’s a chance!” Cheng Qing exclaimed in a low voice, extremely excited.

Jian Wushuang, who had heard the whole story, smiled, picked up the cup of wine, and sipped it.

As these Fairies retreated, nearly 30 more Fairies rode on clouds and arrived. In the center of the hall, they danced, and the sleeves formed by Yan power set off their graceful figures, looking extremely beautiful.

“Brother Jian, I can see that you’re not that old. Do you have someone in your heart? if not, this elder brother can help you matchmake?” Cheng Qing walked over with a glass of wine, a mysterious smile on his face.

“Don’t. You should worry about your own problems first. My heart already belongs to someone, and I will never forget it,” Jian Wushuang replied firmly.

When Cheng Qing heard this, he nodded, “Brother Jian’s Dao Heart is firm. No wonder you could reach the Yan Immortal realm with such a heart.”

He did not answer. Looking at the dancing Fairy in front of him and the slightly noisy surroundings, Jian Wushuang actually sat down.

Chen Qing did not know whether to laugh or cry. After having a drink with Chun Qiu, he began to appreciate the dance.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne and looked at the Young Emperor from time to time, as if he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the Young Emperor did not seem to feel it at all. He just kept drinking wine.

In the end, Zhen Wuyang could not help but lean forward and ask in a low voice, “Yan’er, how have you been all these years?”

“Imperial Father, I’m doing pretty well,” the Young Emperor said calmly and then said nothing else.

“Isn’t the Six Heavens too far away? After this banquet is over, you can come and stay by my side,” Zhen Wuyang looked at him and asked.