Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

"To be reborn from the brink of death, to seek a glimmer of hope for breaking through in the most desperate situation?"

Ao Ping frowned slightly, using the pressure of a half-step saint to force the sons of the four Great Luo Golden Immortals to break through on the brink of life and death.

This opportunity is far too perilous and cruel. A slight misstep could result in bloodshed in the Dragon Palace and the loss of offspring.

He lightly touched the void with his fingertip, and a wisp of chaotic energy, barely perceptible yet containing supreme protective Dao principles, quietly traversed endless space and silently merged into the core restriction deep within the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Like a giant ship about to capsize, the lowest keel was quietly reinforced.

Ao Ping sighed softly, a hint of helplessness mixed with deep protectiveness, and then slowly closed his eyes again. The chaos within the cave churned and then returned to silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

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Meanwhile, outside the West Sea Dragon Palace, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints, dressed in a bright red auspicious robe, strode in with a radiant face.
Behind him was a huge coral palanquin carried by eight burly water demons, decorated with the utmost luxury, sparkling with jewels and shimmering with light.

On either side of the bridal sedan chair stood the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the Wansheng Dragon Palace, each adorned in red and colorful decorations, strutting about with an air of arrogance, their ranks perfectly orderly, exuding a deliberately crafted, imposing aura.

In contrast, the welcoming procession on the West Sea side appeared somewhat rushed and lackluster.

The bridal sedan chair landed, and the curtains were lifted. Princess Wansheng, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, phoenix coronet, and embroidered robe, gracefully stepped out, supported by two maids.

Her makeup was exquisite, her eyes were expressive, and her gaze always carried an indescribable hint of frivolity and calculation.

Her gaze swept quickly across the magnificent Dragon Palace, and over the faces of the renowned guests from the Three Realms.

Especially when he saw Taoist Master Taiyi, Nezha, Ao Bing and others, a faint trace of panic flashed deep in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a forced sense of pride.

"My dear son-in-law, where is my dear son-in-law?"

"The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints spoke with a booming voice and piercing gaze, his eyes fixed on Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, who stood before the main seat in the hall. His tone carried the authority of an elder and a hint of barely perceptible urging."

“Father-in-law, the auspicious time is approaching. Why don’t you hurry up and let my son-in-law come out so that he can perform the wedding ceremony with my daughter? Don’t miss this auspicious day.”

He deliberately emphasized the words "wedding ceremony" as if afraid someone wouldn't hear him clearly. It was as if he had no idea who his daughter was marrying.

Ao Run took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart and the slight panic caused by being intimidated by the other party's aura.

He straightened his back, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and was about to speak when a clear, mocking young voice suddenly rang out, shattering the suffocating silence.

Nezha stepped out from the crowd, his Fire-Tipped Spear slung over his shoulder, his Universe Ring moving without wind. He tilted his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

His gaze swept over Princess Wansheng, who was dressed in her finest attire, without any politeness, and then he spoke.

"Her? A woman who's been involved with some shady monk, does she even deserve to marry into the West Sea Dragon Palace and become my little white dragon brother's legal wife?"

"Old Dragon Wansheng, your daughter's worn-out shoes are so bad that even the mudfish spirit from that stinking ditch in Eagle's Sorrow Stream would find them disgusting, right? How dare you marry her off to the West Sea?"

"presumptuous."

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints was furious. His old face instantly turned a deep liver color, and water vapor rose from his body. The pressure of a peak Golden Immortal suddenly erupted.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to insult my daughter's reputation? Dragon King of the West Sea, is this how you treat your guests?" "If you do not severely punish this scoundrel today and give my Ten Thousand Saints Dragon Palace an explanation, don't blame me for turning ruthless."

Ao Run took a sudden step forward, and the humiliation and anger that had been building up for so long finally found an outlet. His voice trembled slightly with excitement, but it was unusually loud.

The message, clearly transmitted to every corner of the hall, read, "King of Ten Thousand Saints, I demand an explanation from you. Ask your precious daughter. Ask her what shameful things she and that Buddhist demon monk, Nine-Headed Insect, have been doing behind her back."

"Ask her if what she carried into my West Sea Dragon Palace today was the shyness of a bride-to-be, or a treacherous scheme by the Buddhist sect to plot against my dragon clan."

The Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints was struck dumb. He never dreamed that the Dragon King of the West Sea would say such things at this moment.

After all, he knew his daughter's true nature all too well. In fact, he had even been involved in pushing her along, all so that she could become a dragon god among the eight classes of Buddhist monks in the future.

Princess Wansheng's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her carefully applied makeup could not conceal the panic and guilt that surged within her.

She instinctively took a step back and cried out, "Slander! This is slander! Father, since they still want to break off the engagement, they fabricate such vicious rumors to smear my innocence!"

Her voice was shrill, yet clearly betrayed a lack of confidence and panic. After all, even before she, Princess Wansheng, boarded the bridal sedan chair, she hadn't forgotten her passionate encounter with the Nine-Headed Insect. How could she possibly speak with conviction?

"slander?"

Ao Run laughed in anger, glaring at the Dragon King and his daughter, and said, "That nine-headed worm, a remnant of one of the five ancient ferocious worms, has long been converted by the two Western saints and has become a groveling dog under the tutelage of Buddhism."

"He approached your daughter under the orders of the Buddhist sect. His purpose was to provoke my son, the White Dragon, so that he would commit a grave mistake and ultimately become the mount for the Buddhist sect on their journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

"This is the scheme set up by Buddhism. This is the good marriage that your Wansheng Dragon Palace has sent. How dare a woman defiled by such a lackey of Buddhism dream of marrying into my Western Sea? It's utterly delusional."

The words of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, resounded like thunder from the heavens, echoing in the hearts of every guest.

A defiled woman, Buddhist scheming, the five ancient insects, a mount from Journey to the West...

Each word was enough to stir up a huge storm. The hall instantly erupted in chaos, filled with exclamations, whispers, and gasps of shock.

Countless gazes, like countless steel needles, pierced fiercely at the pale-faced and swaying Princess Wansheng and the ashen-faced Dragon King Wansheng.

Just as the crowd erupted in uproar and the Dragon King and his daughter were filled with shame and indignation, a series of raucous laughs came from outside the West Sea Dragon Palace.

The laughter carried a chilling and cruel quality that penetrated to the bone, instantly drowning out all the noise.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of mysterious light rushed into the Crystal Palace and transformed into a Taoist priest in front of Princess Wansheng.

He was dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, which, although simple in style, exuded an eerie aura that was completely out of place with the peaceful and harmonious Taoist tradition.

Indeed, the person who came was none other than Princess Wansheng's lover, the Buddhist Nine-Headed Venerable, Nine-Headed Insect.

Nine-Headed Insect stood in the Crystal Palace, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, finally settling on the Jade Dragon Third Prince, Little White Dragon.

"You, a piece of trash who hasn't even reached the level of a Golden Immortal, dare to dream of marrying my Princess Wansheng? If your father weren't the Dragon King of the West Sea, do you think the Dragon King Wansheng would agree to this marriage?" (End of Chapter)