After the Engagement Was Broken Off, I Was Pursued by Peerless Holy Maidens - Chapter 51:

Chapter 51: The Ten Supreme Holy Lords Arrive

Early the next morning, cheerful and lively voices echoed outside Xia Feng’s door.

These sounds were crisp and pleasant, like orioles and cuckoos singing in harmony, continuing without end.

Just as he was about to open the door, it was pushed open by a pair of delicate jade-like hands.

The ten Holy Maidens stood before him, smiling like blooming peach blossoms. At the front was Sun Yazhu, dressed in a light green long dress that perfectly outlined her graceful and flawless figure.

The other nine girls were also dressed in their finest clothes, their makeup exquisite, looking like celestial fairies from the nine heavens—so beautiful it was breathtaking.

“You all are…?” Xia Feng was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what they were planning.

“Husband, the Sky Elephant Sect has already been taken care of. Now it’s time to handle the proper matters!” Sun Yazhu smiled. “We’ve already sent our dowries. And since today is such an auspicious day, why not go ahead and set the wedding date?”

An engagement!

Xia Feng suddenly understood what they were thinking.

No wonder they were all so beautifully dressed.

Looking at the ten girls, Xia Feng’s face turned slightly red.

Each one of them was an unrivaled beauty. As a normal man, how could he possibly say he didn’t long for them?

However, he felt things were progressing a little too quickly.

Unlike the ten girls, Xia Feng didn’t remember the memories from the dream. His understanding of these top-tier Holy Maidens was limited to them being selfless, willing to marry him without hesitation.

He always felt like he was gaining something far beyond what he deserved—an overwhelming advantage he wasn’t sure how to accept.

“An engagement, huh…” He opened his mouth slightly, clearly flustered.

“Exactly, husband! Not only do we need to get engaged, but you must also remember—I’m your main wife. That’s something everyone agrees on!” Sun Yazhu nodded quickly, looking incredibly adorable.

“Then… alright.” Xia Feng seemed to have made a huge decision and nodded in agreement.

After all, being able to marry these stunning women wasn’t something he could truly resist.

Besides, with how deeply the ten supreme Holy Maidens treated him, how could he not be moved?

Seeing his agreement, the ten girls couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle. The whole room was filled with joy and laughter, radiating a warm and happy atmosphere.

However, just as everyone was still basking in the joy, several terrifying auras suddenly surged in the skies above Xingyu City.

The faces of the ten supreme Holy Maidens immediately darkened upon sensing them.

At that moment, Xia Feng’s father had been sitting in the pavilion at the City Lord’s residence, watching the ten beautifully dressed Holy Maidens chatting and laughing as they made their way to Xia Feng’s room. Even he couldn’t help but smile.

He was an experienced man—how could he not understand the emotions of youth?

The thought that his son could marry these women made him sigh in amazement. Truly, the heavens were blessing the Xia family.

But then, a furious male voice suddenly shattered his pleasant thoughts.

“Xuan’er! You are the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Fire Holy Land, and yet you’re willing to marry some country bumpkin? Have you no shame?! Return with me immediately!”

Up in the sky, a middle-aged man in a fiery red robe stood with furrowed brows, shouting angrily toward Xia Feng’s room. His very presence exuded authority even without anger.

“Wan’er, you too! Come back to the holy land with your Master. Stop fooling around! Do you even know what people are saying about you right now?”

Another flash of light appeared, revealing a dignified and curvy woman in a green long dress. She let out a helpless sigh, her tone filled with disappointment.

Zhao Lingxuan and Qi Wan’er exchanged glances, both looking grim.

In fact, their expressions were quite unpleasant.

They had secretly left the holy land to come find Xia Feng, thinking it would just be a matter of days. As long as they married Xia Feng first, the holy lands would have no choice but to accept the reality.

But they hadn’t expected the holy lands to find them so quickly—and the ones who came were actually the holy land masters themselves!

Heavenly Fire Holy Land’s master — Zhang Wenxiong.
Heavenly Melody Holy Land’s master — Huang Shiying.

And it didn’t stop there. More beams of divine light flashed across the sky above Xingyu City.

“Siya, you little girl… You left the holy land just for a love affair? If Mingxuan hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t even have known…” Madam Yu chuckled softly.

The master of the Heavenly Fox Holy Land was a stunning woman around thirty years old, dressed in a purple qipao. Unlike ordinary people, she had a long, snow-white fox tail trailing behind her.

The Xia family guards below glanced up at her, and in an instant, their breathing quickened, their eyes turned red, and they wore frenzied expressions.

Just one look was enough to enchant them—that kind of charm was terrifying!

If Madam Yu were to command them to slaughter one another right now, they wouldn’t hesitate for even a moment.

“So, it’s this boy? Doesn’t look very special to me.” The Holy Lord of the Extreme Ice Holy Land, Fang Moli, shook his head.

He was a handsome middle-aged man, appearing to be in his thirties, dressed in a sky-blue plain robe, calmly floating beside Madam Yu.

“Becoming a Martial Emperor at such a young age is already impressive. Old Mo, back when you were his age, weren’t you still just a Martial Venerable?” The master of the Heavenly Pill Holy Land, Yao Juechen, twirled his white goat beard and laughed heartily.

“So what if he’s a Martial Emperor? Heaven always takes away the talented early. There are many geniuses in the world—but they need to survive first!” Fang Moli seemed to be hinting at something, and Yao Juechen could only shake his head with a sigh.

With a thunderclap, the master of the Heavenly Violet Thunder Holy Land, Chen Zhongming, appeared before everyone.

Dressed in a violet robe, he looked quite domineering.

He remained silent, only staring coldly at Xia Feng without saying a word.

The master of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, Li Xiaoqing, carried nine long swords on his back and held a wine gourd, his entire posture swaying side to side.

“Girl… come back. You’re still young, why bother getting married so soon? Come back and focus on your sword cultivation…”

Li Xiaoqing took another swig from his gourd and let out a drunken hiccup.

Li Qingxue’s face turned a little sour. She was reluctant to acknowledge the drunken man before her as her master, let alone as the dignified leader of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

Compared to the other holy lords, Li Xiaoqing looked nothing like one—he was more like a drunkard.

And when the master of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Holy Land, Liu Hong, arrived, Li Xiaoqing even leaned lazily on his shoulder, causing Liu Hong to look extremely annoyed and repeatedly shift his position.

Yet no matter where Liu Hong moved, Li Xiaoqing always followed closely behind him, sticking to him like a piece of cowhide.

“Li Xiaoqing, get the hell away from me or I’ll hack you to pieces!” Liu Hong completely lost his temper in front of everyone, loudly cursing.

“Ah Hong, don’t be like that. We’ve been brothers for so many years. You’re from the south, I’m from the north—we used to be so close, how did we become strangers now?” Li Xiaoqing giggled drunkenly, raising his wine gourd. “Come on, have a drink! We won’t stop until we’re both drunk!”

“Xuezhi! Hurry and come back with me! Don’t waste time with this drunken fool… And you—stay away from me!”

Liu Hong couldn’t shake off Li Xiaoqing and shouted furiously at Yun Xuezhi.