Chapter 1: When the Snow Falls
In the realm where cultivators compete with each other to become the most formidable individuals, there stood a lot of sects across the mainland. Each of them created talented students who once a decade, had to demonstrate their skills through Dragon Tournament.
All of this was held in the middle continent called the Mountain of Seclusion. This event is not for the weak because reaching the mountain itself is difficult for even moderate cultivators. The rough road and rock debris that fall from above welcome them, those who are not redied enough will die.
Nature is unkind to the feeble, and so is the human.
But in the meantime, the tournament felt a tremendous difference as when the event started, someone from nowhere interrupted. In the middle of the rounds, when two cultivators showed their abilities, he descended to the center of the arena. A man who later changed the world of Fuanland.
Without a sweat, he demolished both of the cultivators and declared that he would dominate all the sects in the known land. Mocked and humiliated, all the strongest sects overrun him with their ultimate strength. The Mountain of Seclusion was soon devastated.
All the students there are not at the same level as the man who called himself Sanxiu, which has the meaning of Rogue Cultivator, and in an instant overthrows them all. Leaving the Elder and the Master of the sects alone to face dangerous Sanxiu.
Their battle is so destructive that it even changes the mountain's surface, a blast and explosion like thunder reverberates through the land making the civilization concerned. Because for several months the sound continued and the skies began to scream with rain and thunderstorms.
But it's all over for the future of the secs because the man still holds firm. He could stand over the others who fell, his black clothes all tattered and his black trousers were the ones that still managed to endure to cover his shape. Smokes emanated from his brushed muscular form, making a speech of something in front of them who was still alive.
"I will devise the Empire," he said and stared at them scared-face. "Those who do not follow will die here."
And that's a centennial back when the Empire of White Chrysan was established. The same domination lasted almost infinite because his level of cultivation was invincible. He is almost like a Demi-God or a God himself that incarnated into a human. But, decades later, he lost his divine and all his strength due to an unexpected turn.
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Snow began to fall from the skies and covered every corner of the landscape. They now have to wear thick apparel when they move outside, unable to bear the cold that fills all sides. Snowflakes fell right on the white-skinned hands, observed by the beautiful woman with a radiant smile.
She was clad in a thick red dress that accentuated her curved contour. Cleveage on her chest is visible due to the outfit form and her smooth armpit exposed when she stretches her figure. She then looks at the luminescence moon, her expression altered to become nervous.
She should be because this night is her final decision to arrange the marriage with the Emperor. That is correct, the Princess of Red Dandelion Sect is proposed by the Emperor of the land, Xiu Lan – after he finalizes his desire to become emperor and lives in isolation for decades.
Knock knock
The woman was startled and turned back to the wooden door behind her. She then half-shouted, "Come in."
A fat man was found at the entrance after he slid the door. His beard cascaded through his chest and his eyebrows extended to the side of his wrinkled eyes. A genuine smile arose from his face as he walked forward and said, "Look at my child here! You look so beautiful, Mei Lin!"
"Father... that's enough," she mumbled and lowered her face that blushed in red. "Is he here?"
Her father halted in front of her, his eyes mixed with sadness and cherish. "Yes, he is here. It's the time, to do what your heart desires, my daughter."
Mei Lin's inner turmoil was noticeable in her hesitant demeanor as she spoke, her voice above a whisper. "After months of contemplation," she began, "I see a flash of hope in front of us, Father."
Her father's confusion deepened as he heard Mei Lin's words. "What is it?" he inquired.
"I'm not sure what it is," the exquisite young woman continued, her eyes locked onto the man before her. "But it seems to involve the Empire's future."
The man didn't respond, instead, he struggled to summarize what Mei Lin had said. He neared his daughter and caressed her shoulder, which shimmered in the lantern light. "That's something you shouldn't dwell on too seriously," he advised. "For now, what is your answer to the Emperor, Mei Lin?"
The woman smiled, an authentic smile wrapped in indescribable delight. In the wooden and rock castle, a multitude of individuals had assembled, illuminating the occasion. It wasn't just there; even in the cities, the festivities could be felt by all the citizens. This was all because the visitor of honor for this occasion was none other than the central figure in the realm of Fuanland.
The lanterns lining the streets and the fireworks lighting up the night sky added to the revelry. A horse-drawn carriage adorned with captivating decorations and an air of opulence came to a halt right in front of the castle. A man with extended, raven hair disembarked, cheers reverberated from the crowd. His name echoed through the air.
Mei Lin stood before the magnificent throne alongside her father as the lavish massive doors opened. The man emerged with an expression of cold and a slight bliss. His aura of dominion filled the entire room, and the handsome face seemed to strike fear into the hearts of the cultivators in there.
Xiu Lan, the Emperor, took measured steps forward with the high officials of the empire, trailing behind him until they came to a halt at the foot of the staircase. He bowed, showing deference to the sect's elders and his daughter--regardless of his status as the ruler of the world.
They both make the same motion, Mei Lin's beautiful eyes meet Xiu Lan's stare before she discreetly looks away. The Emperor's allure was a force to be reckoned with; his flawless features and masculine existence could captivate anyone in his area. He rarely shifted his intense, brilliant gaze from Mei Lin, and this magnetic connection between them was discernible to all who observed.
After that, they convened for a lavish banquet in an expansive hall. Mei Lin and Xiu Lan were seated next to each other, a strategic arrangement orchestrated by Mei Lin's father to strengthen their connection. While Xiu Lan savored the delectable dishes on his plate, he couldn't help but notice Mei Lin's reluctance to experience the meal.
He shifted his attention towards her and she redirected her red face forward. "Is it not that delicious?"
Mei Lin startled and stammered, "Ah, no... it's delicious." With swiftness, she cut a piece of the grilled meat and took a bite.
Xiu Lan still watching her and Mei Lin began to feel awkward as time passed. She blurted out, "What's the matter? Why do you keep staring at me?" Her face still flushed, he turned to the man beside her.
"Is it not allowed to look at my future wife?" The words escaped Xiu Lan's lips, leaving Mei Lin wide-eyed and rendered speechless.
"I-I don't mind," she replied, redirecting her gaze away from him. "But you don't have to look at me like that, you know!"
Xiu Lan chuckled at Mei Lin's reaction and exclaimed, "Why not? Tonight, you look so beautiful, and I couldn't ignore it."
Mei Lin continued to be flustered, whose adorable face now resembled a ripe tomato, refocused towards Xiu Lan. She playfully pouted, gently tapping Xiu Lan's left shoulder, while he wore a broad smile. "Enough already! Stop it! You're making me this embarrassed!"
Witnessing their closeness brought a cheerful smile to Mei Lin's father's face. Not only that, but the esteemed guests in attendance also seemed to be enveloped in a positive atmosphere. Amidst their affectionate exchange, the fat man spoke, "It seems like you two are getting closer, which is wonderful."
Both of them diverted their attention to him, and the man continued, "Are you two a good match for each other?"
Xiu Lan nodded and replied, "Yes, Lord Lao Lin, we are a perfect match." This statement caught the woman beside him taken aback.
"Thank God for that," Lao Lin then looked at his daughter. "My daughter, it's time for you to embark on a new chapter in life."
For some reason, the man's voice turned somber, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone. Before he composed himself and shifted the mood. "Have you both decided on the wedding date?"
Hearing this, the bride and groom looked at each other, surprised that they hadn't discussed this matter at all. With confidence and determination, Xiu Lan focused on Lao Lin. "Tomorrow. When the snow falls, we will get married."
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