If the Sword God Palace of the past had been an exalted sacred ground of supreme swordsmanship, suspended high above the Nine Heavens—aloof, majestic, and inviolable—
then the Sword God Palace of today had gained, for the first time ever, an unmistakable touch of worldly warmth and resplendent joy.
Beyond the mountain gate, upon the Heaven-Connecting Sword Bridge that stretched across hundreds of millions of miles, layer upon layer of rosy carpets woven from spiritual clouds had long since been laid out.
The clouds were golden-red, and from afar, they resembled the wings of a divine phoenix spanning the heavens, so dazzling that one scarcely dared look directly at them.
Between the ninety-nine main peaks of the Sword God Palace, there were no longer only crisscrossing sword intents and biting chill, as in days past. Countless jade pavilions and celestial terraces now floated in midair, lanterns hung high, and immortal birds wheeled overhead. Even the ancient sword trees that had not bloomed for ten thousand years had all burst into flower during this period, filling the mountains with vast seas of snow-white blossoms.
Flowers bloomed like an ocean, while sword intent gleamed like frost.
Solemnity and splendor, holiness and celebration had merged perfectly within this land.
And the person responsible for all of this was none other than Ye Jiuhuang.
During this time, Ye Jiuhuang had taken full charge of everything related to the wedding in the Sword God Palace.
She had not behaved like an ordinary bride, quietly remaining in her chambers and waiting for the day when she would don her phoenix crown and red bridal robes, with a procession stretching for miles.
On the contrary, she had acted like the true matriarch of the household, personally appearing, personally overseeing matters, and personally making every decision.
From the standards for welcoming guests to the varieties of spiritual wine served at the banquet; from the arrangement of the ninety-nine peaks on the wedding day to the accommodations for guests from the various great orthodoxies; from how far the sect-protecting formation should be opened to outsiders during the wedding to which old enemies would be permitted to enter the mountains bearing gifts and which would be turned away…
She had personally reviewed every last detail.
“The guest residences for the distinguished visitors from the northwestern three peaks are not dignified enough. Rebuild them.”
“The welcoming bell music for guests from beyond the heavens is not pure enough. Replace it with the ‘Nine Heavens Sword Cry Formation.’”
“If anyone from the Demon Sect comes, no matter who it is, arrange for them to stay on the most distant guest peak.”
“And the wedding draperies in the main hall must not be ordinary red. Use a golden-red hue dyed with celestial flowing radiance.”
“My husband dislikes anything vulgar.”
Every time she spoke, her tone was not severe. In fact, it could even be called gentle.
And yet, precisely because of those calm, indifferent words, no one throughout the Sword God Palace dared to show the slightest negligence.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the woman before them was no ordinary bride.
She was the Sword Sovereign, Ye Jiuhuang.
Her tenderness was reserved for Ye Xuan.
Her authority was enough to silence even the true immortals of the heavens.
Over the past few days, everyone in the Sword God Palace had witnessed her whenever she appeared in public.
She wore a blue-green robe, her ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall, and her features were as pure and breathtaking as the cold moon of the Nine Heavens. Yet because she was about to marry, she possessed a brightness and softness that had never appeared on her before.
It was not a brightness created by layers of cosmetics.
Nor was it the artificial beauty of deliberate adornment.
It was a radiance that truly shone from within her very bones.
It was the glow that could only emerge from a woman who was about to marry the man she loved.
She did not even need to say anything or deliberately flaunt her status as the principal wife. All she had to do was stand there, and the aura of legitimacy and unquestionable propriety surrounding her was enough to instill in anyone an almost instinctive realization:
She was Ye Xuan’s future wife.
She was the Sword God Palace’s only mistress.
On this day, atop the main peak of the Sword God Palace, the welcoming hall suspended among the clouds rang with clear bells, while celestial music drifted through the air.
Envoys from several supreme orthodoxies stood respectfully beneath the hall, presenting their wedding gifts.
“The Northern Underworld Divine Dynasty presents ten portions of Profound Heaven Divine Jade, congratulating the Sword Sovereign and Immortal Venerable Ye on their wedding.”
“The Ancient Heavenly River Sect presents three pounds of ten-thousand-year Star Marrow, congratulating the perfect union of this gifted couple.”
“The Grand Void Sacred Land presents one Ancient Phoenix Feather Robe, wishing the two of you to walk the immortal path with one heart, unchanging for all eternity.”
One wedding gift after another was announced. Any single one of them, if circulated outside, would have been enough to unleash a bloody storm across the world.
Yet Ye Jiuhuang, seated high above them in the principal seat, merely gave a slight nod.
She was still dressed in blue-green today and had not put on her wedding attire. Even so, the simplest of blue-green skirts looked more noble and dazzling on her than any bridal cape or phoenix crown could have been.
Half of her long hair was swept up with a phoenix hairpin entwined with gold and jade, while the rest of her ink-black hair fell behind her shoulders. Against her snow-white, jade-like skin, it made her entire person seem so exquisitely beautiful that she appeared almost unreal.
Her complexion was even more astonishing.
That face, already beautiful enough to eclipse the heavens and earth, now carried a faint hint of spring thanks to the smooth progress of recent affairs and the fulfillment of her love.
It was like a sacred mountain peak covered in ice and snow year-round, finally touched one day by the gentlest breeze of spring.
Its cold beauty had not diminished, yet it had gained a touch of allure.
It was a radiance so dazzling that all other women could not help but feel ashamed by comparison.
The female cultivators among the guests merely had to glimpse her from afar before lowering their heads one after another, suddenly conscious of their own inadequacy and unable to look any longer.
“We are grateful that you have come from so far away.”
Ye Jiuhuang spoke softly, her voice still ethereal, carrying the gentle warmth of spring water.
“My husband is currently in seclusion, consolidating his cultivation, and is unable to receive guests. I will accept your gifts and goodwill on his behalf.”
Beneath the principal seat, an old woman from the Grand Void Sacred Land cupped her hands and said with a smile, “With the Sword Sovereign personally overseeing everything, this wedding will surely become the grandest immortal marriage the Three Thousand Dao Provinces have seen in tens of thousands of years.”
At those words, the corners of Ye Jiuhuang’s lips lifted slightly.
She had never been fond of flattery.
But today, those words had clearly pleased her.
She slowly lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently rubbing the rim of the white jade teacup beside her. A trace of tenderness, almost impossible to detect, passed through her gaze.
“Whether it is grand or not is actually unimportant.”
Her tone was exceedingly soft as she spoke, yet the light hidden in her eyes was brighter than ever.
“What matters is that I will marry him.”
The instant those words fell, the entire hall fell silent.
The envoys exchanged glances, their hearts trembling.
It seemed that the Sword Sovereign’s wedding was not some passing impulse. She truly intended to marry Ye Xuan.
That meant that even if Ye Xuan was merely an ant at the Qi Refining stage, his status as Ye Jiuhuang’s husband would still place him above all the heavens.
He was the husband of the Number One Sword Under Heaven.
Just as everyone’s thoughts began to churn, Ye Jiuhuang seemed to remember something. An exceedingly gentle smile flickered through her eyes.
“Oh, that’s right.”
She raised her head and said calmly to the elder in charge of internal affairs beside her, “Has today’s spiritual meal been delivered to the secluded cultivation grounds behind the main hall?”
The elder, whose beard and hair were completely white, quickly bowed.
“Reporting to the Palace Master, it has already been delivered three times, as you instructed.”
Ye Jiuhuang gently furrowed her brows.
“Three times is too few.”
“When he cultivates, he has always neglected himself. Add another bowl of Nine-Turn Snow Spirit Soup. Have someone keep it warm and deliver it later.”
“And prepare another portion for Ying’er as well. She is cultivating in seclusion with my husband, so her expenditure is considerable.”
The elder hurriedly acknowledged the order.
As the people in the hall listened to these words, their expressions subtly changed.
This was the Sword Sovereign, who was known for her bloodthirstiness and who towered oppressively over the sun and moon.
Now, she looked completely like a devoted wife, her face glowing with the joy of a woman about to be married.
What had Ye Xuan, of all people, done to deserve marrying the Sword Sovereign?
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nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
