Chapter 458: Entering the Royal Sacred Ground (1/2)

Chapter 458: Entering the Royal Sacred Ground

There were too many consorts and palace maids here in front of the Highest Shrine. There was no end in sight to the crowd. The majority were nobles while the court officials only consisted of less than ten percent.

After all, this was a grand day for the royal clan. The other officials were only here as spectators.

Only the three directors, nine ministers, eighteen marquises, and the Divine King could stand at the front. The other royal members were ten miles in the back to look at the majestic shrine.

Feiyun was only the Divine King’s disciple right now so he had to stay in the back as well, waiting to be summoned.

He had zero interest in this type of worshipping ceremony. His eyes darted towards Dongfang Jingyue. Even Jingshui noticed his gaze but Jingyue acted as if he didn’t exist. Her pretty eyes were on the Highest Shrine like a proud swan, not paying attention to the frog that is Feiyun.

‘This damned woman is very strange today, not even glaring at me. Is her brain broken after fusing with that jade vessel?’ Feiyun was tortured by curiosity and secretly made a snowball. He looked around and found no one looking at him so he threw it towards Jingyue’s neck with lightning speed.

No one dared to release their divine intents and physical senses at the Highest Shrine so he was able to go unnoticed.

“Boom!” The snowball struck her head. There were snowflakes all over her hair and neck before rolling down her white dress.

Feiyun was quite pleased with himself and quickly turned away to take a dignified pose as if it had nothing to do with him. He stared intensely at the shrine.

He stole a glance at her and found her glaring at him as if wanting to eat him alive. He restrained his laughter and felt much more comfortable being glared at by her than previously.

At this time, nine bells came from the shrine. The leader of the nine ministers, Feng Chang, was in charge of the ceremony. He stood beneath the gigantic cauldron and began to chant the old text of the royal clan.

Everyone withdrew their energy to show respect to the royal ancestors. Meanwhile, Feiyun was yawning and suddenly rolled his eyes in a devious manner, wanting to tease Dongfang Jingyue again. He secretly bent down for another handful of snow but the moment he did so, his head got hit by a huge snowball, issuing a loud bang.

He stood up and looked around. Everyone was standing orderly so he got no clue who ambushed him just now. His sight turned towards Jingyue. This damned woman was also standing very solemnly.

He became quite annoyed. Nothing was worse than planning against someone just to have the plan backfired at you.

Feng Chang was finally finished reciting the worshipping text. He then raised his voice and announced: “Attention, the Seventh Prince, Eighteenth Prince, Seventy-second Prince, and Feng Feiyun. Accept the gift from the Highest Shrine.”

An old eunuch had taught Feiyun this particular ceremony last night at the Divine King’s mansion.

The three princes were standing in front of the shrine. Only Feiyun was missing.

Feng Chang slightly frowned and shouted again: “Attention, Feng Feiyun, accept the gift from the Highest Shrine.”

Before the shrine, people needed to seal their cultivation and divine intents. Even a strong master was just like a mortal right now. Feiyun was more than ten miles away; it would be strange if he were to hear the old man.

He wanted to find his ambusher initially but finally heard the second beckon. He noticed all eyes were on him but he didn’t become embarrassed at all. The thick-skinned guy continued perusing the crowd for a bit before finally walking forward with his head held high and chest out.

This was quite a gallant appearance, worthy of being the disciple of the Divine King…

“Bang!” Suddenly, he got tripped by someone and directly dropped to the ground.

Jingyue was standing there nonchalantly without looking at Feiyun dropping next to her. Her almond eyes were on the shrine; she had no intention of helping him up.

Everyone was gloating at his failure. Some even thought to themselves: ‘This demon’s son is so weak, can’t even walk right at a dignified ceremony like this. He’s losing all face of the Divine King.’

“Oh the spirits of the royal ancestors, please accept Feng Feiyun’s bow.” Feiyun stayed on the ground with a solemn and respectful expression. He turned towards the nobles and prodigies with a bright smile: “In accordance to our tradition, we must first bow for the spirits of the ancestors deserve our respect.”

“Oh spirits of the royal ancestors, please accept another bow.” He maintained this charade.

At this time, he could hear a quiet chortle from Jingyue: “This is the Highest Shrine, worshiping the ancestors’ golden avatars, not their graves. How can their spirits be here, idiot.”

He blushed after hearing this with lines running across his forehead: ‘This damned woman, I’ll pay you back double in the future.’

He was certain that she was the one who tripped him. If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t be bowing towards these damned royal ancestors or whatever.

He got up again and stole a glance at Jingyue. She was still dignified like before and wasn’t even looking at him, looking arrogant like a peacock.