Chapter 155.1 : Who Exactly Is This Extraordinary Figure? (Part 1)
Facing a crowd of gazes—some curious, some expectant—a tall, slender yet not fragile figure slowly emerged from atop the staircase.
With each step downward, Chu Ge's features gradually came into view before everyone's eyes.
In an instant, the once-noisy atmosphere fell abruptly silent.
Some people even found their breathing momentarily arrested.
Naturally, most of these people were women.
And as the two graceful figures behind Chu Ge—Ying Qingjue and Yuan Jue—also appeared, their faces revealed to the crowd, the entire scene plunged into utter stillness!
Such a spectacle, even when surveying the tens of thousands of years since the founding of Lingxiao Ancient City, had occurred only a handful of times—only when the Wanqing Emperor himself had descended.
Even Chu Ge had not anticipated that the moment he stepped down, he would be met with such a scene.
However, despite being the center of countless eyes, this was far from his first experience under the spotlight.
Naturally, there was no trace of stage fright or unease rising within him.
After only a brief moment of surprise, he composed himself, his expression returning to one of calm ease, like a gentle breeze brushing past.
That very demeanor caused the hearts of many women to beat even more wildly.
As for Ying Qingjue and Yuan Jue—
One had once ruled over an entire dragon lineage as a supreme sovereign.
Forget being watched by the masses—even the sight of billions bowing in reverence was nothing new to her.
The present scene could not stir even the faintest ripple in her heart.
Yuan Jue, on the other hand, had never experienced such a moment before.
Yet years of trials and hardships had already forged within her a resolute heart.
Moreover, her nature was innately cool and reserved; only in Chu Ge's presence did she open her inner world.
After a brief flicker of shock, she too returned to composure. Her cold and glamorous bearing made many men's hearts throb uncontrollably.
As for Ying Qingjue, fewer people dared harbor thoughts toward her.
It was not due to dislike, nor was it because her beauty fell short.
On the contrary—it was precisely because she was too breathtaking, and because her aura was far too noble.
That saintlike, godly presence, coupled with a face peerless beyond comparison, was something no ordinary person dared to gaze upon.
Even at this moment, with nothing more than a casual sweep of her eyes, not a single person dared meet her gaze. One after another, they lowered their heads, unwilling to look again.
Mortals do not dare peer upon the visage of a god.
In the eyes of the crowd, Ying Qingjue's bearing already belonged to the realm of divine maidens.
A single glance was enough to make their hearts quake, filling them with feelings of inferiority—utterly extinguishing even the slightest trace of impure thought.
Facing the crowd—some halted in their steps to stare, some standing dumbfounded, others bowing their heads with lowered brows—Chu Ge remained calm as he descended the steps one by one.
Meeting the gazes of women whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes shimmered with springlike warmth, he continued forward.
Some stood quite close.
Chu Ge could even faintly hear their rapid heartbeats, as though their wildly pounding hearts were about to leap straight out of their chests the very next moment.
His heart stirred.
Not far away, he noticed a young girl staring at him blankly.
She appeared delicate and refined, carrying the air of a next-door little sister.
Among the sea of women present, her looks were distinctly outstanding.
The corner of Chu Ge's lips lifted slightly as he met her gaze and offered a warm, springlike smile.
Immediately—visibly so—the faint blush on the girl's cheeks spread into a deep crimson, as though blood might drip from her face at any moment!
Then, to Chu Ge's astonishment—
Wisps of steam-like vapor actually rose from the top of her head. Her beautiful eyes rolled back, and she staggered several steps, nearly fainting on the spot.