The sharp knocking at the door cut through the charged atmosphere like a blade through silk, instantly shattering the erotic tension that had been building to a breaking point.

Tianlong's hands stilled on his wives' faces, his crimson-gold eyes flashing with annoyance as Zhang Wuji's voice echoed through the ornate chamber.

"Master, every guest is waiting. You will have to come out..."

"Fuck," Tianlong muttered under his breath, slowly withdrawing his fingers from Feng and Ying Jia's mouths. Both women gasped softly as the wet digits slipped free, leaving trails of saliva glistening on their lips beneath the gossamer veils.

His cock was still straining painfully against his robes, the outline clearly visible through the expensive fabric. The sight of his four wives in their wedding finery, their bodies trembling from his touch, made every instinct scream at him to forget the ceremony and claim them right here on the silk-covered floor.

But politics demanded patience. An emperor's wedding was theater as much as union, and nearly two million witnesses waited beyond these walls.

"Fine," he called out, his voice carrying that familiar note of imperial authority despite his obvious frustration. "Give me a moment to... compose myself."

He turned back to his brides, taking in the sight of them—Mei still rubbing her sore breast where he'd groped her, Yue glaring at him with flushed cheeks, Feng breathing heavily as ice crystals formed unconsciously around her feet, and Ying Jia trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Well, my beautiful wives," Tianlong said, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made their hearts race, "it seems our private reunion will have to wait. But I promise you—after we're officially married, I'm going to fuck each of you so thoroughly that you'll forget your own names."

Mei giggled softly behind her veil, while Yue muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "perverted bastard." Feng maintained her composure with visible effort, and Ying Jia simply looked down at her hands, overwhelmed by the casual vulgarity.

"Zhang Wuji," Tianlong called out, straightening his robes and attempting to will his erection into submission. "We're coming out."

The transformation that greeted them as they emerged from the preparation chambers was nothing short of miraculous.

The main palace courtyard had been expanded beyond all architectural logic, stretching for nearly a mile in every direction. Platforms of white jade rose in concentric circles, creating a natural amphitheater that could accommodate the massive crowd while ensuring every guest had a clear view of the central wedding platform.

But it was the guests themselves that truly took one's breath away.

Cultivators filled the closer platforms—sect masters in robes that sparkled with embedded spirit stones, elders whose very presence made the air shimmer with power, disciples arranged in perfect formation behind their superiors. But beyond them, stretching to the horizon, were the common people.

Farmers in their best clothes, merchants who had closed their shops for this once-in-a-lifetime event, children perched on their parents' shoulders with wide, wondering eyes—all of them looking toward the central platform with expressions of awe and anticipation.

"Holy shit," Yue breathed, her crude language momentarily forgotten in the face of such spectacle. "There must be millions of people here."

"Two point three million and counting," Liora's cheerful voice drifted from somewhere nearby, the pink-haired spirit having manifested to oversee the proceedings. "And they're all so excited! The food service is working perfectly, and everyone seems so happy!"

Tianlong couldn't help but smirk as he surveyed his handiwork. Every person present would tell their children and grandchildren about the day they witnessed Emperor Tianlong wed four goddesses simultaneously.

"Master," Zhang Wuji appeared beside them, his weathered face showing the slightest hint of what might have been pride. "The ceremonial procession is ready to begin. Shall I signal the musicians?"

Before Tianlong could respond, a commotion near the VIP platform caught his attention. A figure was pushing through the crowd of sect dignitaries with obvious urgency, golden hair catching the sunlight like a beacon.

Zhao Chen.

The young man looked haggard, his bronze eyes ringed with exhaustion and something that might have been desperate determination. His robes, while clean, bore the creases of someone who had spent the night in restless movement rather than peaceful sleep.

"Well, well," Tianlong murmured, his smile taking on a predatory edge. "Look who decided to attend after all."

Yu Xiang followed close behind Chen, her violet eyes scanning the assembled crowd with the sharp assessment of someone cataloging potential allies and enemies.

She wore elegant robes of deep purple that complemented her striking features, but there was a tension in her posture that suggested she was prepared for trouble.

"Should I have them removed, Master?" Zhang Wuji's hand drifted unconsciously toward his sword hilt.

"No," Tianlong replied, still watching the pair with obvious amusement. "Let them come. I want them to have the best possible view of what they've lost."

As if summoned by his words, other familiar faces began emerging from the crowd. Elder Liu Tianmeng approached with measured steps, his expression carefully neutral as he offered a formal bow.

"Your Imperial Majesty," the former Immortal Sect military commander said, his voice carrying across the platform with cultivator-enhanced projection. "The Azure Dragon Sect sends its congratulations on this most auspicious day."

"Elder Liu," Tianlong nodded acknowledgment, though his eyes never left Chen and Yu Xiang as they made their way closer. "I trust your sect has enjoyed the... festivities?"

"Indeed, Majesty. The food alone will be spoken of for generations. My disciples have never experienced such culinary wonders." Liu's weathered face showed genuine appreciation. "The generosity shown to both high and low today honors the ancient virtues of benevolent rule."

"Generosity?" Tianlong's laugh carried genuine warmth. "This is merely how an emperor should treat his subjects, and I was also empathetic to the death of your previous sect master due to my last visit."

"Th-that's just how the world works." Liu's bow and tremble clearly served, the last memory he had of trying to resist becoming a vassal of the new empire under the command of the past sect leader who had been killed by this man. Not that there was any chance of revenge to begin with.

"How strange..."

The conversation was interrupted by a new arrival that made several people take unconscious steps backward.

A figure glided toward them with inhuman grace, moving without seeming to touch the ground.

"Your Imperial Majesty," the newcomer spoke, and Tianlong felt his senses sharpen with recognition.

This was no ordinary cultivator.

The woman before him radiated power that made even Zhang Wuji tense, her aura carrying undertones.

Given the presence of a strange bulge on her back and head, it revealed her being a beast kin.

"Huh..." Tianlong began, then paused as no name came to mind except the fact that he seemed to have just noticed a woman or someone out of fantasy that every man desired—a fox woman.

A familiar blue window materialized in Tianlong's vision, information cascading across the interface in urgent red text that immediately caught his attention.

[CRITICAL ENTITY DETECTED!]

[Target Analysis: COMPLETE]

[Name: Kitsune Yuki - Nine-Tailed Fox Guardian]

[Age: 2,847 years]

[Cultivation: Peak Void Returning Realm (Concealed: True cultivation unknown)]

[Affiliation: Ancient Seal Guardian Tribe - Northern Wastes]

[Threat Level: EXTREME - Do not engage in combat]

[Special Status: Bloodline Guardian of Dimensional Prison Seals]

[Mission: Enforcement/Warning Protocol]

[Warning: This entity has direct connection to Frost Wyrm Empress prison complex]

[Alert: Guardian tribes maintain the barriers preventing mass escape from the hell dimension]

[Note: Attacking or harming this individual may result in chain arrival of more guardians]

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