Chapter 1266: 1266: The Inside Story of the Marriage Recruitment

Chapter 1266: Chapter 1266: The Inside Story of the Marriage Recruitment

“Alright, I understand. You may go,” Yin Hanyan nodded, dismissing Li Qiushui. She then turned to her prized disciple, “My dear, if that person is truly as outstanding as Qiushui says, perhaps you should reconsider?”

Song Nianyao shook her head, showing no interest despite Li Qiushui’s high praise for the individual. She replied indifferently, “Master, haven’t we already agreed on this?”

“Talent is rare, you know,” Yin Hanyan said with a hint of reluctance. She looked at her most favored disciple and finally sighed, “Since you’re not willing, let it be.”

Come to think of it, this marriage recruitment fair wasn’t genuinely about finding a husband for Song Nianyao. It was more of a reluctant measure.

The reason was Nuwa Palace’s strongest cultivator in the Zhenxu Realm, who, for some inexplicable reason, despite having thousands of years left to live, suddenly decided to abdicate in favor of her nephew.

To bolster the influence of her successor, she decreed a consort selection across the entire Zhenxu Realm. Unfortunately, Song Nianyao, a genius on par with Lotus Fairy, found herself on the list of candidates.

Yin Hanyan was an extremely dominant figure, and she doted on her prized disciple. She was willing to go to war with Nuwa Palace if her disciple was unwilling. However, Song Nianyao didn’t want to involve her entire sect because of herself, so she came up with the idea of a marriage recruitment. In reality, it was just a formality. The Cuiyan Sect would offer substantial incentives to the chosen one, who would then publicly claim to be Song Nianyao’s husband.

That’s why this marriage recruitment fair was so sensational. The goal was to demonstrate their stance to the entire Zhenxu Realm. The Cuiyan Sect was almost as powerful as Nuwa Palace, and they believed that even Nuwa Palace wouldn’t push them too far once they knew.

But unexpectedly, this mere formality of a marriage recruitment fair actually brought out a world-class genius. Naturally, Yin Hanyan was drawn to this talent.

However, despite Yin Hanyan’s domineering personality, she was incredibly considerate towards her disciple Song Nianyao and had no intention of forcing her. So, she reluctantly let it go.

After a moment of silence, Yin Hanyan asked, “Are you still upset with me for bringing you here by force and separating you from your lover back then?”

“Disciple is now fully focused on the pursuit of the Dao. I have long since let go of romantic love,” Song Nianyao shook her head, clarifying her stance.

But then her expression darkened, “However, I can never stop worrying about my children and my dear sister. I wonder how they are doing now.”

A rare look of regret crossed Yin Hanyan’s face as she sighed, “It was my mistake back then for thinking too simply. Unfortunately, the passage between the two worlds has closed, and it will take another thirty years to reopen it. Unless we invite someone from Nuwa Palace, it might be possible to force it open.”

“Thirty years,” Song Nianyao murmured to herself. In thirty years, her youngest child would be in their sixties, already old men and women.

And her sister, who was like a twin to her, would be ninety. Or… And she herself would still look young.

How could she face them then?

Silence fell again, a long, heavy silence as the two sat facing each other.

Yin Hanyan knew her disciple was in pain, but she had no idea how to comfort her because she herself had never experienced romantic love or the warmth of family in her lifelong pursuit of the Dao.

This silence was finally broken when Li Qiushui came to report the registration results, “Master, the number of participants has been counted.

There are a total of four hundred and fifty-two people. Among them, four hundred and twenty are between one hundred and two hundred years old.

Thirty-one are between sixty and one hundred years old.

One person is under sixty years old.

All those under one hundred years old are at the initial stage of Soul Fusion.

Among those between one hundred and two hundred years old, three hundred and eighty-five are at the initial stage of Soul Fusion, thirty-three are at the middle stage, and two are at the late stage.”

Yin Hanyan nodded, called Song Nianyao, and they both stood up and walked out together. Although the participants today were all rare talents, she had no other intentions.

Firstly, the Cuiyan Sect never took male disciples.

Secondly, most of these people were likely disciples of other major forces, and it would be almost impossible to recruit them.

Initially, Yin Hanyan was somewhat worried that if the winner was a core disciple of another major force, no condition she offered might satisfy them.

If they insisted on being Song Nianyao’s real husband, it would surely lead to more trouble. But now she was no longer worried because she already had the most suitable candidate in mind.

As for Ye Fei, after registering, he entered the inner area and, led by a Cuiyan Sect disciple, sat down with the others around the arenas.

In front of each person were various fruits and tea snacks. Compared to the outer audience, the participants seemed to be in a VIP section.

As time passed, more people entered.

The later arrivals looked at Ye Fei with a mix of awe and admiration. However, they were all geniuses in their own right and didn’t try to get close.

They just gave him a friendly glance when their eyes met.

Around ten o’clock, no more people entered. Clearly, all the qualified applicants had registered.

Ye Fei roughly counted about four hundred and fifty people and couldn’t help but marvel at the strength of the Zhenxu Realm.

Not to mention the stronger ones, just these four hundred plus “young” experts would be enough to turn the Earth upside down if they all went there.

While he was still in awe, a woman in her early thirties, dressed in black, slowly climbed onto one of the arenas and glanced around indifferently.

Just that one glance made everyone feel a jolt in their hearts. In an instant, the originally noisy giant square with hundreds of thousands of people became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Even Ye Fei couldn’t help but be impressed by the woman’s strength, which was much stronger than his grandmother’s back on Earth.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Cuiyan City to participate in the marriage recruitment of my disciple. Disciple, come up here,” Yin Hanyan said calmly after standing on the arena. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone’s ears.

Whether it was the participants near the arena or the audience at the edge of the square, they all heard it at the same volume.

Following Yin Hanyan’s call, Song Nianyao, dressed in a purple palace dress, slowly walked up and stood beside her master.

As soon as Song Nianyao appeared, the square immediately became chaotic again. People marveled at her beauty, their eyes filled with amazement.

In fact, in terms of appearance and figure, Yin Hanyan was no less beautiful than Song Nianyao. However, her strength was just too overwhelming, and her presence was so strong that people subconsciously ignored her beauty.