King of Creation Chapter 1677: 1662: Requesting Imperial Permission for Marriage?

In an elegant pavilion located on the back mountain of the Heavenly Temple's Lower Court in Luoyi East City, Moon Hall Master Baili Fei, Mu Hall Master Mu Xu, and Thunder Hall Master Zhen Yan sat opposite one another.

Moon Hall Master Baili Fei fumed with anger, “That girl Changle, isn’t this pure nonsense? Pulling the Ancestor God Temple directly into this mess will just blow the whole thing out of proportion!”

“But so what?” Thunder Hall Master Zhen Yan stayed composed as ever, “Do you really believe that involving the Ancestor God Temple stops us from handling Ye Zhen?

At worst, it’ll only buy Ye Zhen a few extra days.”

“Yet if the Ancestor God Temple truly steps in, we might have to disturb the Dao Ancestor himself to put this to rest completely.” Baili Fei bellowed.

“If troubling the Dao Ancestor is necessary, then let’s trouble him. For us, summoning the Dao Ancestor once costs us far less—hundreds of times less—than what those Ancestor God Temple folks would pay to rouse the Ancient Sacred Priest.

Disturbing the Dao Ancestor might interrupt his serene cultivation, but heh heh… those from the Ancestor God Temple aiming to awaken the Ancient Sacred Priest…” Zhen Yan sneered mockingly.

Mu Hall Master Mu Xu, true to form, said little and simply listened in.

“Still, a situation that could’ve ended right away has been needlessly tangled up by this girl.”

“Maybe it’s not as tricky as you imagine. Be it the Ancestor God Temple or the Old Emperor, neither probably wants us calling on the Dao Ancestor to unleash that Creation God Technique and turn back the flow of heaven and earth’s time.

Heh, the moment the Dao Ancestor shows up, he won’t hold back at just reversing heaven and earth’s time with the Creation God Technique.” Zhen Yan remarked.

“On top of that, that wild girl seems eager for all-out war. But ripping ties completely with Great Zhou and the Ancestor God Temple doesn’t serve our interests right now.”

Baili Fei shook his head slowly, “Even so, this has piled on endless headaches from nothing. Maybe we never should’ve teamed up with the Ancestor God Temple to let that girl claim the Barbarian Saintess’s legacy in the first place! It’s like inviting a fierce foe without reason!”

The end of Baili Fei’s words targeted Mu Hall Master Mu Xu directly, since Mu Hall had pushed hardest for partnering with the Ancestor God Temple to secure the Barbarian Saintess’s legacy.

This carried a clear note of grievance.

Mu Xu shot a glance at Baili Fei, “Old Ghost Baili, mind your tongue! Working with the Ancestor God Temple to sap the Demon Clan’s strength—that was the Dao Ancestor’s own decree. Are you daring to challenge the Dao Ancestor?”

In these delicate arguments, Zhen Yan smartly held his tongue without chiming in. Baili Fei’s lips twitched, but in the end, he dropped the matter.

…..

“I refuse to take this Left Chief Priest position.” Within the Posthouse, Ye Zhen grasped Princess Changle’s plan and rejected it outright.

Ye Zhen understood Princess Changle’s aims perfectly, yet he refused to pull her into this dangerous whirlpool.

For even at this moment, Ye Zhen couldn’t say for sure if he’d escape the swirl himself.

“It’s pointless; refusal won’t work! I nearly clashed in a massive fight with the Heavenly Temple right outside the Posthouse just to name you Left Chief Priest.

Besides, making you Left Chief Priest is merely the last part of this order. Agree or not, you’re already the Barbarian Spirit Hall’s Left Chief Priest.

So when the Heavenly Temple comes for you, they’ll need to go through me, the First Deputy Hall Master of the Barbarian Spirit Hall. And regardless of your acceptance, I can step in whenever I please.” Princess Changle declared with fervor.

“I….”

Ye Zhen found himself at a loss for words.

The bond between him and Princess Changle felt oddly complex; he appreciated her offer to aid him, but dragging her into the chaos was the last thing he wanted.

“What’s more, if you… if you’re willing, I’m ready to seek an Imperial Edict from my father… for our marriage!” With those final two words, Princess Changle’s delicate face burned crimson, brimming with bashfulness.

Ye Zhen stood thunderstruck, completely stunned.

Not just Ye Zhen— the three Grand Divine Masters from the Heavenly Temple monitoring via Divine Sense, along with Central Patrol Jings Zhan and the rest, were equally floored.

“Has Princess Changle lost her mind?”

“Begging His Majesty to wed her to Ye Zhen! No way; lacking a hereditary duke’s rank to back it up, he’s got no right to claim a princess.” Jings Zhan muttered.

Master Shou Hui was taken aback. Marrying a princess, let alone a trueborn one from Great Zhou, posed extraordinary hurdles. Ye Zhen’s standing made it seem utterly unattainable.

Shou Hui got the point, but those words showcased Princess Changle’s fierce resolve to shield Ye Zhen.

Should Ye Zhen ascend to imperial consort status, he would join the Royal Clan; Great Zhou would never permit their Heavenly Temple to execute a Royal Clan member.

Right away, Shou Hui relayed this intelligence to the three Hall Masters overseeing the entire affair.

“What, you… you… don’t like me?” Princess Changle’s voice buzzed as softly as a mosquito’s hum, her head dropping nearly to her chest, suddenly shadowed by sorrow.

Ye Zhen stood stunned; the situation had crashed upon him too abruptly, too tangled, too tricky to unravel.

Yet the sorrow lacing Princess Changle’s words struck Ye Zhen as rather heartless, so he hastened to clarify, “No….”

His words barely escaped before Princess Changle’s delighted giggle cut him off, “As long as you don’t object, when the moment’s right, I’ll ask my father to arrange our marriage.”

Princess Changle strained to frame her marriage plea as nothing more than a bid to rescue Ye Zhen, yet the rosy flush and bashful glow on her lovely face revealed her genuine emotions.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen let out a relieved breath, confirming Princess Changle grasped the circumstances perfectly.

Would Ren Venerate Emperor consent to wedding Princess Changle to Ye Zhen?

Utterly unthinkable!

Everyone knew this truth plainly.

This issue touched not just immediate gains but also the honor of Great Zhou’s Royal Family.

Up to now, no Great Zhou princess had ever wed into a noble house holding a title lower than third-rank hereditary duke.

“With that settled, let’s proceed with the conferral,” Princess Changle declared.

To shield him, Princess Changle was prepared to broach marriage; thus, taking on this conferral meant little extra.

Having reached this juncture, Ye Zhen embraced the Barbarian Spirit Hall’s Left Chief Priest title, formally entering the Ancestor God Temple’s ranks.

One had to concede, such an ancient ritual for conferral proved remarkably tedious, and even after trimming numerous segments, it dragged on for three full hours.

Led by Master Shou Hui, the three Grand Divine Masters observed the conferral intently, dreading any mischief from Princess Changle.

Still, Divine Sense monitoring remained merely Divine Sense after all. As the rite hit its concluding phase, with Princess Changle—as First Deputy Hall Master—presenting the Seal symbolizing Barbarian Spirit Hall’s Left Chief Priest, she abruptly unleashed the Primordial Aura embedded inside the Seal.

Before that immense, sea-vast surge of Primordial Aura, the traces of Ye Zhen’s prior underground flight appeared utterly nonexistent.