Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1019 - Senior Sister, I Have Come

High up in the sky, Ji Huang and Beishan Ling strode forward, lotuses blooming in their wake. Soon, they descended onto the ceremonial platform at the Phoenix Stage’s center.

The platform, shaped like a T-stage, had its front end prepared for the wedding, while the elevated back held a dozen luxurious golden seats.

Ji Huang, Beishan Ling, and the others took their places before their respective thrones.

“Greetings to Ji Huang.”

“Greetings to Sect Master.”

Countless members of the Ji Clan and disciples of the Sun Moon Divine Sect immediately saluted Ji Huang and Beishan Ling.

The experts from the various forces all rose to their feet and greeted the two as a show of respect.

Ji Huang stood tall and straight on the high ceremonial platform and said loudly, “I thank you all for showing this one surnamed Ji some face and coming to join us for the wedding of the two juniors.”

The attending experts returned the greetings.

“You’re too polite, Ji Huang.”

“No need to be so polite, Ji Huang.”

Even the central continent’s renowned figures dared not display arrogance before him.

Beside him, Beishan Ling also wore a faint smile and gestured for the crowd to be seated.

“Enough with the pleasantries. The wedding begins soon. Please take your seats, everyone.”

The crowd settled in.

From the start to the end, neither Ji Huang nor Beishan Ling spared Chen Fan a glance, as if he didn’t exist.

The elder presiding over the wedding ceremony stood up and shouted, “Let’s welcome the new couple.”

His words thundered across the Phoenix Stage, echoing endlessly. In an instant, the venue fell silent. Then, a crimson carpet materialized in the sky.

Formed from pure fire primeval qi, it shimmered brilliantly, resembling a river of flames stretching from the imperial palace to the Phoenix Stage. Though it burned with dazzling radiance, it emitted no heat.

Next, under everyone’s gazes, the bride and groom finally emerged.

The extraordinarily handsome Beishan Hong, standing tall and straight, came together with Qin Yao. Following behind them were sixteen young and beautiful maidservants.

Beishan Hong appeared especially handsome today. His bright red wedding robe remained immaculate, and he wore a golden ceremonial crown on his head, along with a big red flower in front of his chest. [1]

An enchanting faint smile appeared on Beishan Hong’s face, confident and radiant.

Qin Yao was similarly dressed in a bright red long dress, her figure soft and graceful. However, on her head was a bright red veil, obscuring her face.

Step by step, they moved along the fiery red carpet, approaching the ceremonial platform.

All eyes were on them. Beishan Hong and Qin Yao stood as the most dazzling figures beneath the heavens.

Everyone understood this wasn’t just the most significant moment in Beishan Hong and Qin Yao’s lives—it was also the formalization of an alliance between two overlord-class forces.

This reality was inevitable. No one in the world could change it.

Just as Beishan Hong and Qin Yao appeared, Chen Fan raised his head, his gaze falling on the two.

His eyes first swept over Beishan Hong before shifting to Qin Yao.

His expression darkened instantly. He realized Qin Yao was being supported by a maidservant at her side.

This made it clear that Qin Yao was not in control at the moment—or more precisely, that her cultivation had been sealed.

That made sense, as there was no way Qin Yao would be willing to marry Beishan Hong.

Yet, within the Ji Clan, personal will meant nothing before the weight of power and politics—especially for someone with her unique status.

Chen Fan’s hands clenched into fists. Rage ignited within him.

The great Ji Clan, willing to sacrifice even Senior Sister’s happiness for their own interests.

Beishan Hong and Qin Yao walked to the end of the red carpet and descended.

Swish, swish, swish.

In a few moments, Beishan Hong and Qin Yao, along with the maidservants, landed firmly on the ceremonial platform.

Seeing the newlyweds have come, the elder presiding over the ceremony cleared his throat and said aloud, “The wedding ceremony shall begin officially now. May I invite the bride and groom to offer your first bow to heaven and earth.”

His voice carried across the entire Phoenix Stage, reverberating through the imperial city and even beyond its borders.

Silence filled heaven and earth. Everyone’s gazes were fixed on the ceremonial platform.

The corners of Beishan Hong’s lips curled up into a faint smile.

He shot a glance at Qin Yao, whose head was covered in a bright red veil. Then, without a word, he turned away, lifting his gaze to the vast, cloudless sky.

Supported by the maidservant, Qin Yao also turned around.

“Bow.” The presiding elder’s voice rang out once more.

Beishan Hong cupped his fists, ready to offer the first bow to heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a voice, utterly inappropriate for the occasion, rang through the Phoenix Stage.

“Beishan Hong, are you even worthy?”

It was bright, crisp—laced with mockery and disdain.

As this voice rang out, the gazes of the crowd on the Phoenix Stage shot over in unison, and they saw Chen Fan standing up at this moment. He directly stepped out, walking toward the ceremonial platform.

A ripple of commotion swept through the Phoenix Stage.

“This guy, he really dares to do it!”

Many people’s gazes revealed an impish smile. Chen Fan had declared that he would kill Beishan Hong. Everyone thought that was nothing more than empty bravado.

The fact that he had even dared to set foot on the Phoenix Stage was shocking enough. But to now step forward and disrupt the ceremony? That was beyond audacious.

Beishan Hong, about to complete his bow, froze in place. A chilling light flashed across his eyes, but he regained his calm immediately. It seemed as if he had anticipated this all along.

“You came?”

His voice was indifferent, devoid of shock—as if no force under heaven could truly unsettle him. Not even this.

Beishan Hong looked at Chen Fan indifferently, without the slightest hint of emotion, as if he were looking at a dead man.

At the same time, Qin Yao’s delicate figure, covered in the bright red dress, trembled slightly. Slowly, she reached up and lifted the red veil covering her head.

A stunningly beautiful face was revealed. Her beauty was untouched by cosmetics, as fair and flawless as jade. She was a woman whose mere presence could shake empires.

In that split moment, their eyes met—yet it felt like an eternity.

Qin Yao’s eyes reddened in an instant. Her beautiful eyes contained incomparably complex emotions, including joy, worry, agitation, and more.

It was quiet on the Phoenix Stage. Only the sounds of Chen Fan’s footsteps rang out.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Senior Sister, I have come.”

Chen Fan looked at Qin Yao, his eyes showing tenderness.

She was his first woman. And she could only be his.

Qin Yao’s eyes had turned completely red, with tears threatening to flow out. She first nodded, then shook her head violently, and said, choking with emotions, “Xiaofan, you shouldn’t have come.”

To come was to send yourself to death!

“Senior Sister, I have come.” Chen Fan’s expression was still as affectionate, his voice unhesitating.

A cold voice sliced through the air, shattering the moment. A terrifying intent surged forth, sweeping across the Phoenix Stage like a blade.

“Are you here to throw your life away?”

1. To give you an idea of the outfit, just change the hat to a golden crown: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRQMKnbWGsHshPLWj358nQNT-gG6ZYz0Ysqxw&s ☜