Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 366 Dragon Emperor Zi YanIt was three days later when the message was sent back to East Dragon Island.

Zhu Kun’s actions were faster than anyone had anticipated.

Of the three Dragon Islands and the three Dragon Kings, not one could stop him.

The South Dragon King was slain on the spot. The West Dragon King attempted to flee, but was dragged out of a spatial rift by Zhu Kun and had his Dragon head shattered with a single palm strike.

The North Dragon King died the most miserably. Zhu Kun poured all of his rage from thousands of years onto him.

Colluding with the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and inviting a wolf into the house was a crime worthy of extra punishment.

On North Dragon Island, the three Dou Sheng Elders sent by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix did not even have time to flee before they were crushed into dust by Zhu Kun along with the North Dragon King.

The sound of Dragon roars echoed over Ancient Dragon Island for an entire day and night.

When that purple-gold light finally descended back onto East Dragon Island, no one doubted the authenticity of the Dragon Emperor’s return any longer.

The clansmen of the three Dragon Islands knelt on the ground, trembling.

Those Elders who had once followed the rebel army scrambled to express their loyalty, as if they had never betrayed anyone.

Zhu Kun stood before the gate of the assembly hall, hands behind his back. His gaze swept over the clansmen kneeling on the ground, his expression indifferent.

”From this day forth,” his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, ”The Dragon Islands are unified. Anyone who attempts to divide them again will be executed without mercy.”

No one dared to raise their head.

Zhu Kun withdrew his gaze, turned, and stepped into the hall.

Zi Yan sat on the main seat, with Shen Wen standing by her side.

Qing Shan and Qing Mu stood to the side with their hands hanging down, their expressions respectful.

Zhu Huo was also present, his aged face carrying a hint of relief.

Zhu Kun walked up to Zi Yan, his golden eyes filled with a gentleness they had never held before.

”Zi Yan,” he said, his voice low, ”Your father has owed you too much over these years. From today on, you are the new Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon.”

Zi Yan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found she could not speak at all.

She turned to look at Shen Wen.

Shen Wen nodded at her.

Zi Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and sat back down on the main seat.

”Alright.” She said, her voice a bit hoarse.

Zhu Kun stepped back, standing behind Zi Yan, symbolizing that Zi Yan would be the Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon.

Qing Shan and Qing Mu were the first to kneel, their foreheads touching the ground: ”Greetings, Your Majesty, Dragon Emperor!”

Outside the hall, the kneeling clansmen shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens: ”Greetings, Your Majesty, Dragon Emperor!”

...

Several days later.

Zhu Kun knocked on the door of Shen Wen’s room.

Shen Wen was sitting by the window drinking tea. Seeing him enter, he set down his teacup and stood up.

Zhu Kun walked up to him, standing with his hands behind his back. His resolute face held no expression, and his tone was indifferent: ”Since you are Zi Yan’s partner, a grand wedding must naturally be held. The Dragon Emperor of my Void Ancient Dragon cannot just follow you without a proper status.”

Just as Shen Wen was about to speak, Zi Yan’s voice came from behind.

”How are you talking to Brother Shen Wen?”

Zi Yan walked out from the inner chamber and glared at Zhu Kun, her purple-gold eyes filled with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Zhu Kun’s indifferent tone immediately became somewhat flustered, and he quickly said: ”Father, father is just... just doing this for his own good. A grand wedding is a major event, one cannot just...”

Zi Yan huffed, walked to Shen Wen’s side, and took his hand.

Shen Wen smiled slightly and looked at Zhu Kun: ”The Dragon Emperor is right, a grand wedding is necessary. This is only natural.”

Zi Yan’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, her voice softening: ”But Sister Cao Ying and the others don’t know yet...”

Zhu Kun was stunned for a moment: ”Who is Cao Ying?”

Zi Yan raised her head and counted on her fingers: ”Cao Ying is Brother Shen Wen’s main wife, and there’s also Sister Cai Lin, Sister Xiao Yi Xian, Sister Qing Lin, Sister Huo-er... hmm, Sister Dan Chen counts too.”

As she counted them off one by one, Zhu Kun’s expression went from confused to stiff, and from stiff to livid.

He stared at Shen Wen, anger surging in his eyes: ”You... you have so many other wives?”

Before Shen Wen could speak, Zi Yan glared at him again.

”So what if he does!”

Zhu Kun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Zi Yan’s wide, glaring eyes, he swallowed all his words back.

He was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and resignation: ”Fine, I won’t interfere. As long as you brat treat Zi Yan well, that’s all that matters!”

Only then did Zi Yan withdraw her gaze, huffed softly, and leaned into Shen Wen’s embrace.

Zhu Kun watched this scene, the corner of his mouth twitching, and turned to leave.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said without turning his head: ”I will arrange the wedding. The Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon cannot have a shabby ceremony.”

As his voice fell, his figure had already vanished outside the door.

Shen Wen looked down at Zi Yan and smiled: ”Your father, he actually cares quite a lot about you.”

Zi Yan buried her face in his chest and mumbled: ”I know.”

She paused, then added: ”But he left me alone at Jia Nan Academy back then, and I’m still angry.”

Shen Wen rubbed her head and said nothing more.

...

The Shen Residence had been exceptionally quiet these past few days.

The sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn’t black clouds blocking the sun, but something else blocking it.

That thing poked its head out from the clouds; it was entirely purple-gold, with scales like mirrors, each one the size of a door panel, shimmering with a cold luster in the sunlight.

Dragon.

A Dragon.

And not just one.

Behind that giant purple-gold Dragon followed dozens of slightly smaller Ancient Dragons, a dark mass that covered half the entire sky.

Above the Shen Residence, the sounds of Dragon roars rose and fell.

In the Flower Hall, the account book in Cao Ying’s hand dropped.

She stared blankly at the purple-gold scales outside the window, watching those colossal beasts that blotted out the sky, her face turning slightly pale.

The orange in Xiao Yi Xian’s hand rolled onto the ground. She stood up, her Qi circulating rapidly within her body.

Tang Huo’er rushed out from the backyard, the Nine Dragon Lightning Flame already ignited in her palm.

Dan Chen followed behind her, her small face deathly pale, clutching a Medicinal Pill that had not yet been finished.

”What’s going on?” Tang Huo’er’s voice was tight, ”Void Ancient Dragon? Why are there so many of them here suddenly?”

Cao Ying took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and stood up while supporting her waist.

”Don’t panic yet.” She said, her voice still relatively steady, ”Let’s see what they want to do.”

The Ancient Dragons circled above the Shen Residence for a moment, then suddenly stopped in unison.

The leader, the giant purple-gold Dragon, lowered its head, its massive Dragon eyes staring at the Shen Residence for a moment, and then—

It began to shrink.

The purple-gold light grew increasingly intense, completely enveloping that thousands-of-feet-long Dragon body.

After the light dissipated, a figure descended from mid-air and stood firmly in front of the Shen Residence gate.

A middle-aged man with flowing purple-gold hair, a resolute face, and a pair of golden pupils that were particularly striking in the sunlight.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as vast as the sea, suppressing everyone on the entire street until they couldn’t breathe.

Zhu Kun.

Behind him, dozens of figures landed, some old and some young, all with heavy and profound auras, the lowest of whom were Dou Zun.

Zhu Kun looked up at the plaque of the Shen Residence and stepped over the threshold.

The doorman was already so frightened he couldn’t speak, and he scrambled inside, rolling and crawling.

Cao Ying led Xiao Yi Xian and Tang Huo’er out to meet them.

She stood under the veranda, her gaze landing on Zhu Kun. Sensing that almost suffocating pressure, she had already guessed the identity of the visitor.

”Could you be Senior Zhu Kun?” She asked, her tone neither servile nor overbearing.

Zhu Kun glanced at her, his gaze pausing for an instant on her swollen belly, and nodded slightly.

”You are Cao Ying?”

Cao Ying bowed slightly: ”That is correct. Senior has come from afar, please enter and have some tea.”

Zhu Kun did not move. He stood there, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Yi Xian and Tang Huo’er behind Cao Ying, and then looked at Dan Chen who had arrived upon hearing the news, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

That brat, he certainly has many wives and concubines.

And... Calamity Poison Body, Fire Spirit Saint Body, Soul Devouring Saint Body...

Is this guy specifically looking for these special Physiques to marry?

”No need.” He said, his voice low, ”I have come today for the sake of Zi Yan.”

Cao Ying’s expression remained unchanged: ”We have already been informed about Zi Yan through a message from our husband. Senior, please rest assured, since our husband has agreed, we naturally have no objections.”

Zhu Kun looked at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had assumed that this main wife would be somewhat dissatisfied, but he hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward.

”You don’t mind?” He asked.

Cao Ying smiled: ”We never interfere in our husband’s affairs. Besides, we have long regarded that girl, Zi Yan, as our own little sister.”

Zhu Kun was silent for a moment, then nodded.

”That is good.” He paused, then added, ”I will arrange the wedding. The Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon cannot have a shabby ceremony.”

Cao Ying bowed slightly: ”We will leave everything to Senior’s discretion.”

Zhu Kun said nothing more and turned to leave.

The Ancient Dragons followed him, soaring into the sky, and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Sunshine shone down on the Shen Residence once again. In the Flower Hall, the women looked at each other, all seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes.

”That girl, Zi Yan,” Tang Huo’er shook her head, ”She certainly has more grandeur than us.”

Xiao Yi Xian smiled and said nothing.

Dan Chen leaned in close to Cao Ying and whispered: ”Sister Ying, that Zhu Kun... is so scary.”

Cao Ying rubbed her head: ”With him here, we won’t have to worry about the Gu Clan and the Hun Clan.”

Dan Chen nodded, seeming to understand, but not quite.

The news spread faster than the wind.

The news of the return of the Void Ancient Dragon’s Dragon Emperor, Zhu Kun, spread throughout the entire Central Plains within just a few days.

And those factions that received the invitations were even more convinced of one thing.

That Dragon Emperor, who had disappeared for thousands of years, had not only returned but was also going to hold a grand wedding for his daughter.

The invitations were written on purple-gold paper; they contained only a few words, but the signature was stamped with the clan emblem of the Void Ancient Dragon.

That clan emblem had not appeared before the world for thousands of years. Now that it had reappeared, the meaning was self-evident.

The Void Ancient Dragon was about to return to the pinnacle of the continent.

A being at the Peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng was enough to make any Emperor Clan put away their arrogance.

Ancient World.

Gu Yuan sat on the main seat of the great hall, holding a purple-gold invitation in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.

The Gu Clan Elders standing in the hall did not dare to breathe loudly, only daring to steal glances at the Clan Chief’s expression.

”Zhu Kun...” Gu Yuan murmured the name, his tone complex.

He certainly knew who Zhu Kun was.

The Old Dragon Emperor of the Void Ancient Dragon, an existence even older than himself.

Back when Demonic Beasts ran rampant and the Human Race was in decline, Zhu Kun was already a top-tier powerhouse who shook the continent.

If not for his mysterious disappearance, the Human Race’s Emperor Clans could never have risen so smoothly.

”Clan Chief,” an Elder asked cautiously, ”This invitation, should we...”

”Go.” Gu Yuan put down the invitation, his tone calm, ”Why shouldn’t we go?”

He paused, his gaze landing on the purple-gold clan emblem at the signature of the invitation, and suddenly asked: ”Do you have any impression of the name Shen Wen?”

The hall was silent for a moment.

An Elder spoke: ”He is that Ninth-Grade Alchemist from the Pill Tower. We previously planned to have the Young Miss marry him to absorb him into the Gu Clan. Later, the Hun Clan made too big of a move, and the matter was shelved.”

Gu Yuan nodded.

He remembered.

That twenty-year-old Ninth-Grade Alchemist who could refine Medicinal Pills that allowed a Dou Zong to increase by one star.

He had felt it was a pity at the time; if not for all that trouble with the Hun Clan, such a good talent would have long been recruited by the Gu Clan.

Thinking about it now, it was fortunate they hadn’t made a move.

”He is now the Prince Consort of the Void Ancient Dragon’s Dragon Emperor.” Gu Yuan stood up, standing with his hands behind his back, ”With a backer at the Peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng standing behind him, our Gu Clan can no longer touch him.”

Even being at the same Peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng, he could not guarantee that he would be stronger than Zhu Kun.

The Elders looked at each other, none daring to respond.

Gu Yuan tucked the invitation into his sleeve, turned, and walked out of the hall.

”Prepare a gift. I will make a trip there.”