manynovel Chapter 52, Holy Son Su Ye [Please continue reading!]
Chapter 52, Holy Son Su Ye [Please continue reading!]
The next day, the sun rose.
At the Jade Pool Altar, nine tolls of the bell resounded throughout the sacred land.
At the summit of the main peak, the statue of the Western Emperor stands majestically.
It was a statue of a woman, her clothes fluttering, her posture transcendent. It had witnessed countless millennia of vicissitudes, and every line on the stone bore the lingering traces of the Great Emperor's Daoist spirit.
The altar for worshipping Heaven was set up in front of the statue.
The nine-tiered jade staircase corresponds to the nine heavens, with each tier inlaid with array patterns, echoing the Immortal Tears Green Gold Pagoda deep within the sacred land.
On both sides of the steps, Yaochi disciples, dressed in white as snow, stood solemnly like a forest.
The elders stood on either side of the altar, their demeanor calm and serene, like ancient pines.
In the guest section, the major powers took their seats in order.
The Purple Mansion Holy Land is on the right, and the Yao Guang Holy Land is on the left.
Jiang Yifei and Jiang Caixuan sat side by side, while Ji Haoyue sat alone in the Ji family's seat, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the center of the altar.
Yan Ruyu sat at the head of the demon clan, with the Peacock King beside her. The Golden-Winged Roc King stood behind the Peacock King, looking impatient as he waited to see what the so-called Holy Son looked like.
The independent cultivators were arranged in the outer viewing area.
The young man in white gently waved his folding fan, his beautiful, almost feminine eyes fixed intently on the direction of the altar.
The Queen Mother of the West, dressed in the magnificent robes of a holy ruler, stood in the center of the altar for offering sacrifices to Heaven.
Her attire today was much more formal than usual.
He wore a white-gold holy robe and a nine-phoenix jade crown, and his body was surrounded by a celestial light that flowed like a thin veil.
Just by standing there, he exudes an aura that makes people involuntarily hold their breath.
The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood half a step behind her, her face veiled in white gauze, revealing only a pair of clear eyes.
"Please, Holy Son."
The voice of the Queen Mother of the West echoed throughout the entire sacrificial altar.
All eyes turned to the entrance of the altar at the same time.
Su Ye came out.
He was wearing a white robe with purple and gold patterns today.
Her cuffs were embroidered with Taoist patterns of the Jade Pool, and a jade-colored brocade belt was tied around her waist. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow.
The morning light fell on his shoulders, and the purple-gold Dao patterns shone slightly in the sunlight. The Dao aura around him flowed naturally, drawing upon the faint sounds of the Great Dao in the air.
It wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but a resonance of the body's instincts.
Innately born with Taoism, born with a shortcut!
A slight commotion arose from the guest seating area.
Su Ye's skin was very fair after being immersed in the Daoist principles day and night.
There was a faint purple-gold pattern between his eyebrows. It was a Dao mark that naturally manifested when the innate Dao embryo resonated with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. It was almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.
Among the disciples of Yaochi, none of the female cultivators dressed in white could maintain their usual serene and cultivated demeanor.
The core disciples standing at the front row originally maintained the dignified demeanor expected of Yaochi disciples, their eyes looking straight ahead, their expressions cold and aloof.
But the moment Su Ye stepped out, their gazes were drawn to her as if by some uncontrollable force.
Further back in the row, the younger disciples who had only been disciples for a few years were less restrained.
"Oh my god..."
A young disciple with her hair in double buns covered her mouth with her hands and said, "Senior Brother Holy Son... so this is what he looks like?"
"I thought the artist had added some embellishments to the portrait..."
"The artist clearly made Senior Brother Saint Son look ugly!"
The younger disciples chatted amongst themselves, their voices growing lower and lower, but their enthusiasm only grew stronger.
One of the boldest among them, taking advantage of the fact that the elders in the front row weren't paying attention, pulled out a recording jade slip from his sleeve and secretly aimed it at Su Ye's direction.
"What are you doing?!" The person next to him exclaimed in surprise.
"Just to keep a memento..." the disciple said matter-of-factly in a low voice, "Our Jade Pool's Holy Son's coronation may be a once-in-a-lifetime event, a one-of-a-kind in all time. How could I not take a picture?"
"Then keep an extra copy for me too!"
"Me too!"
"Keep your voices down! The elders are looking over here!"
Standing on the elders' seats on the west side of the altar, several Yaochi elders with stern faces and hundreds of years of cultivation also had rather unsettled expressions.
Yao Jin stood half a step to the side of the Queen Mother of the West. She had seen Su Ye before and knew from their first meeting that this young man was outstanding in appearance.
But the sight of Su Ye dressed in his holy son's robes and standing in the morning light still made her slightly startled.
Having cultivated for nearly a thousand years, Yao Jin was long past the age of being swayed by appearances.
She sensed something deeper.
The Daoist charm of the innate Dao embryo resonated with the array patterns on the Holy Son's robe, amplifying the aura of "unity of heaven and man" several times over.
Su Ye stood there, not as if he were wearing clothes, but as if the clothes themselves were an extension of his Daoist aura.
People and clothes, clothes and the Way, the Way and heaven and earth are perfectly integrated, without the slightest disharmony.
This kind of "perfectly integrated" aura is far more terrifying than simply having a good appearance.
The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood behind the Queen Mother of the West.
Her face was covered by a white veil, so her expression was not visible.
But her beautiful eyes, which were exposed, lit up slightly and turned their gaze to Su Ye.
From the moment Su Ye appeared, Yan Ruyu’s gaze never left the demon race’s seats.
In just a few months, this person stood on the altar of the Jade Pool Holy Land, dressed in the robes of a holy son, receiving the attention of the entire Big Dipper.
And she is no longer the demon princess struggling to survive in the cracks.
Qin Yao stood behind Yan Ruyu, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted: "Your Highness...it really is Young Master Su."
"Um."
"He...he's so handsome..."
Qin Yao's voice carried a sense of dazedness and unreality as she said, "I know Young Master Su is handsome, but this one today..."
"This is so beautiful...who can resist it..."
Yan Ruyu did not respond.
Qin Yao leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Your Highness, tell me the truth, when you saw Young Master Su dressed like this, did you feel any attraction?"
Yan Ruyu turned her head and glanced at Qin Yao.
That glance was so faint that Qin Yao immediately shrank back, stuck out her tongue, and dared not ask any more questions.
However, Qin Yao thought to herself: If His Highness doesn't answer, then it means he does.
The Golden-Winged Roc King snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied with this, feeling that it was nothing more than a shell, perhaps good-looking but useless.
The Peacock King's gaze lingered on Su Ye for a moment, then he nodded slightly.
"good."
Although he, the Peacock King, had cultivated for over two thousand years, he cherished his appearance and retained the appearance of a handsome young man.
Su Ye's current appearance did indeed catch his eye and suited his taste perfectly.
The reaction was the most enthusiastic and direct in the area where the unaffiliated monks observed the ceremony.
"I have been in the Eastern Wilderness for nearly a hundred years and have seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, holy maidens of great sects and daughters of noble families. None of them can compare to this holy son."
"Nonsense, a primordial Dao embryo, naturally close to the Dao, with Daoist essence nourishing the physical body, how could one's appearance be bad?"
"That Purple Mansion Saintess is also a primordial Dao embryo, so why haven't we seen her...?"
"The Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion wears a veil! Have you even seen her face before you compare?"
"That's true..."
"This face... is only slightly worse than mine."
A young cultivator who considered himself handsome touched his chin, only to be met with a fierce glare from his companion.
Zixia's gaze was fixed on Su Ye the moment he took his first step.
The two innate Dao embryos were only a few hundred feet apart, and the resonance from their physical instincts became stronger than ever before.
The aura within Zixia's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Very strong..."
Su Ye sensed it too.
Deep within the sea of suffering, purple divine power surged spontaneously.
The resonance came from the right side of the guest area, from that woman who was as aloof as an icy spring on a snow-capped mountain.
He glanced in that direction unconsciously.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
It was just a fleeting moment.
Zixia lowered her eyes slightly and withdrew her gaze.
Su Ye also looked away.
But he didn't stop.
The Purple Mansion Elder's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly surprised.
Both being born with innate Dao embryos, Zixia has been cultivating under the dedicated care of the Purple Mansion Holy Land since childhood, and her current cultivation at the Four Extremes Realm is already top-tier among the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness.
However, this Holy Son of Yaochi was only at the fifth level of the Dao Palace, yet the Dao aura emanating from him was in no way weaker than that of Zixia.