Choosing a Husband

After hearing the words of the Dark Emperor, the crowd fell into a long silence, deeply moved by her unwavering dedication to the human race.

To be honest, even Gu Qingfeng hadn’t expected that the Dark Emperor’s reason for marrying was to bear children—to leave hope for humanity.

This woman was truly extraordinary. She had sacrificed so much for the sake of her people.

For many women, marriage and childbirth were monumental life events, yet the Dark Emperor showed no emotional fluctuation, as if the one getting married wasn’t her at all. There was only her usual calm demeanor.

But beneath that calm lay a profound depth—a depth forged by her solemn responsibility toward humanity.

Or perhaps it was her family, a lineage that had endured for thousands of years, generation after generation striving tirelessly for the sake of the human race.

Indeed, only such a remarkable woman could ever be worthy of this lord.

Gu Qingfeng mused silently.

The Dark Emperor lived a life too burdened—filled with duty to humanity but devoid of herself. Such a noble woman must be saved by this lord!

Demons? Sacred Clan? Your future husband will take care of them all!

But the real question was—who the hell was the bastard she was marrying in three days?!

At that moment, a sharp-eyed man with a longsword strapped to his back spoke up indignantly from the crowd, "May I ask, Your Majesty, who will you be marrying in three days?"

Gu Qingfeng glanced at him—it was Wei Guyun.

Back when he had urged the Dark Emperor to remove her mask, this brat had been insolent. Clearly, he was a veteran simp.

Now, hearing that the Dark Emperor was to be wed, Wei Guyun couldn’t sit still.

But it wasn’t just him. Many in the crowd wore unpleasant expressions.

The Dark Emperor was a woman who combined peerless beauty with supreme strength. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her the most beautiful woman in the Qing Realm.

After all, both her power and appearance were unmatched.

Even divine realm experts couldn’t help but be drawn to her, though most only held reverence and never acted on it—until now, when they were suddenly provoked.

The Dark Emperor swept her calm gaze over the crowd and said indifferently, "The candidate for marriage has not yet been decided."

"Not yet decided?!" The crowd gasped in astonishment.

The wedding is in three days, and you still haven’t chosen? Are you joking?

"My descendants will bear the responsibility of revitalizing humanity. Therefore, for the sake of our race, I must select a husband whose talent and intellect are unparalleled—only then can our child shoulder this great duty.

All of you have reached the divine realm despite the heavens’ hostility, meaning the most exceptional talents of the Qing Realm are gathered here in the Dark Realm. Thus, I shall choose my husband from among you. Of course, participation is entirely voluntary. I will not force anyone."

The crowd exploded.

She’s choosing from us?!

The mere thought of having a chance to marry the Dark Emperor sent even those divine realm experts who already had partners feeling tempted.

Though everyone revered her and had never dared to entertain improper thoughts, now that she was the one proposing marriage—who could resist?

Besides, every divine realm expert here was a pinnacle genius, brimming with pride and confidence in themselves.

In an instant, varying degrees of delight flashed across their faces—each clearly believing they stood a chance.

Only Gu Qingfeng wore a bitter expression.

Damn it!

What the hell is "talent and intellect"? Does this lord even have that?!

Though arrogant, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t completely delusional. His aptitude had improved significantly over time, and he could be considered a genius—but that depended on who he was compared to.

The freaks in the Dark Realm who had reached the divine realm? Every single one was a monstrous talent.

Compared to them, his own abilities… well, best not to dwell on it.

And "voluntary"? No coercion needed?!

Just look at these animals—who the hell would need coercion?!

Damn it!

Why does it have to be about talent? Why not compare combat strength?!

Still, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t afraid. With his myriad abilities, he could probably fake being a peerless genius if needed. The real question was—what were the Dark Emperor’s selection criteria?

Yet, he hesitated slightly.

After all, the Dark Emperor was choosing a husband to bear children, and he wasn’t ready to settle down yet. He hadn’t had his fill of fun!

Marriage wasn’t really on his mind either—why give up an entire forest for one tree?

Pah! What a scoundrel!

But to just walk away? He couldn’t bear the thought of such a remarkable woman marrying someone else.

And then being pinned under another man every night?

Especially with her stunning looks—whoever married her would never leave the bedroom!

At that moment, Wei Guyun couldn’t contain his excitement and blurted out, "Your Majesty, may I ask what your selection criteria are? How will talent and intellect be tested?"

No wonder he was thrilled. Though a newly ascended divine realm expert, he was the youngest among them, meaning he had reached this level in the shortest time—proof of his superior aptitude.

Testing for talent and intellect? This played right into his hands.

The Dark Emperor replied calmly, "I possess the Heavenly Fate Constitution—[Lunar Saint Body]. Thus, I wish to find a husband who also possesses a Heavenly Fate Constitution. This way, our child will have a high chance of inheriting one as well."

The moment these words left her mouth, the faces of most divine realm experts darkened.

But Wei Guyun’s excitement surged uncontrollably—because he possessed the Heavenly Fate Constitution [Primordial Sword Body]!

Now Gu Qingfeng was truly furious. Though he had once been mistaken for having a Heavenly Fate Constitution, the truth was—he didn’t.

Damn it!

The requirement’s that strict?!

"If any of you possess a Heavenly Fate Constitution and are willing to participate, step forward," the Dark Emperor addressed the crowd.

Wei Guyun didn’t hesitate—he took a bold step forward immediately.

The others exchanged glances, lamenting why their parents hadn’t blessed them with such a constitution.

Seeing that he was the only one who stepped forward, Wei Guyun was overwhelmed with joy. Am I the only one? Perfect!

But just then—another figure emerged from the crowd.

Everyone froze when they saw who it was.

Because it was none other than Jue Mingzi!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Jue Mingzi, what are you, an old man, doing here?"

"Brother Jue Mingzi, you really… tsk."

Gu Qingfeng was utterly dumbfounded. "Jue Mingzi, you shameless old bastard!"

Jue Mingzi’s face reddened, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he coughed lightly and said, "Everyone, though I may appear old, age means little to us divine realm experts. Ahem. Since Her Majesty seeks to bear the strongest heir, my [Myriad Spirit Body] is among the finest Heavenly Fate Constitutions. I cannot let it fade into obscurity. After all—it’s all for humanity!"

"SCREW YOU, JUE MINGZI! I’M JOINING TOO!" At this moment, Gu Qingfeng cast aside all hesitation. Marriage be damned—there was no way he’d let the Dark Emperor wed this old geezer!

The mere thought of this old face later being pressed against the Dark Emperor in a slobbery mess made his Dao heart feel on the verge of explosion.