Zishan, Eastern Celestial Palace.

Huang Rong held her fingers in a sword seal and pointed ahead. In that instant, a cold gleam burst forth—a beautifully crafted flying sword appeared out of thin air, shooting up toward the sky.

It moved with blinding speed, like a bolt of thunder. As it flew, arcs of lightning coiled around it, splitting the sky and erupting with deafening booms.

Then, Huang Rong leapt into the air, gathering energy beneath her feet. With a light tap of her toes against the void, light and shadows flickered beneath her, revealing a broader flying sword.

She stepped onto it gracefully, soaring upward with a cascade of joyous laughter trailing behind her.

After descending, she threw herself into Xuan Yuan  ’s arms, her voice filled with glee:

«Brother Xing! This flying sword is so fun!»

«And you’re only thanking your Brother Xing?» said Nuwa, playfully standing to the side with a sly smirk. «From start to finish, I’m the one who built it! He didn’t lift a finger.»

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and quickly spun around to hug Nuwa too.

«Sister Nuwa is the best!»

Only then did Nuwa nod in satisfaction.

Xuan Yuan  , marveling, asked:

«How did you even come up with this idea? Attaching anti-gravity functionality and pulse propulsion to a sword—then building a control system around it… You actually created a technological flying sword?»

And it wasn’t just the flying sword. Nuwa had also made a rideable version—a broad flying sword people could stand on. Though originally meant for transportation, it could easily be turned into a weapon for unleashing thunderous might.

«Actually, it was Rong’er’s idea,» Huang Rong said proudly, lifting her chin. «When I played one of Sister Nuwa’s games, I saw the little characters sword-flying, striking down enemies from miles away. That gave me the idea. Once I told Sister Nuwa, she said it was doable—so we made it!»

Xuan Yuan  : «…»

Is this girl really from the Southern Song Dynasty? Are we sure she’s not a modern transmigrator?

Huang Rong seemed to bask in his astonishment and continued:

«Brother Xing, think about it—if Sister Nuwa can make flying cars, then changing the look to a sword shouldn’t be hard, right? I can already control the Xuanbirds with my mind, so controlling a flying sword the same way is totally natural!»

«I still like racing more!» a voice suddenly cut in. Li Mochou had appeared from who knows where, pouting.
«Sword flying’s the crooked path! Real style is in flying bikes!»

«Yeah yeah, ghost-fire gremlin, I get it,» Xuan Yuan   laughed, roughly ruffling her hair.

Good grief. How did a classic Li Mochou end up like this—a full-blown ghost-fire-gremlin spiritual gremlin girl?

As if inspired by the nickname, Li Mochou had even started redesigning her flying vehicle so it could spit fire as it soared. The flashier the lights, the louder the noise—the better.

Purely for nuisance value.

If the people of Baoying City ever learned that their beloved Xuangang Celestial Maiden was like this, they’d weep.

Compared to the lively Huang Rong and Li Mochou, Mu Nianci also received a flying sword—but she was quiet by nature and preferred peace. After testing it briefly, she quietly stepped back.

Now she simply stood to the side, gently cradling Little Dragon Girl, silently smiling at her lord and the two girls, saying nothing.

When the excitement finally settled down, Huang Rong hesitated, then shyly approached:

«Brother Xing…»

«What is it?»

Her cheeks flushed red.

«Um… Rong’er got word from a Xuanbird in Baoying City—my father has arrived there, too.»

Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi was here?

Well, considering how big the news of the Celestial Emperor’s descent was—though it hadn’t gone completely public—it wasn’t surprising that Huang Yaoshi would come to investigate.

«Rong’er wants to see Father,» she said, voice soft as a whisper, eyes shimmering like water.
«I want him to give me away—to let me marry Brother Xing.»

«Rong’er… Rong’er wants to become your wife as soon as possible…»

This girl gave everything to him—now, all she asked was to see her father and seek permission to marry. How could Xuan Yuan   refuse?

He pulled her into his arms and whispered:

«Perfect timing. I’ll go with you.»

«You’ll come too?» Huang Rong’s eyes widened.
«No no no! Brother Xing can’t show up as a mortal—»

Before she could finish, Xuan Yuan   gently pressed his finger to her lips.

«If I don’t go, and you show up alone to tell your father you’re in love with someone and want to marry him—but you didn’t bring him—don’t you think he’d scold or even hit you?»

«Well then… then I’ll just run! Anyway, he can’t catch me anymore!»

«Exactly. And besides… I am a mortal,» Xuan Yuan   said, shaking his head.
«This time, the one meeting your father… isn’t the Eastern Celestial—it’s your Brother Xing.»

Huang Rong went quiet for a moment—then suddenly hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to merge into his very being.

«Shameless! Shameless! LALALA!»

Li Mochou shouted from a distance, then bolted away like the wind.

«My lord…»

Mu Nianci’s smile didn’t fade, but something unreadable flickered in her eyes.

Nuwa shot Xuan Yuan   a sidelong glance. After meeting his eyes, she snorted:

«You really are a sinful Celestial Taiyi…»

Nestled in his arms, Huang Rong suddenly smiled and whispered:

«Brother Xing… why don’t you just marry Mochou too? And Sister Nianci…»

«I-I… I’m your maid! How could I dare dream of that—!»

Mu Nianci was caught off guard. She shook her head in a panic, face flushed with embarrassment.

But the sparkle in her eyes—just for a second—betrayed her true feelings.

«If your father hears you talk like this, he might try to kill me.»

«He won’t know! Once I get his permission, I’ll come back and we’ll all wear wedding gowns together—for Brother Xing, okay?»

Looking up, her delicate face radiated affection.

Mu Nianci’s gaze grew dazed too.

Wear a wedding dress… for our lord…

She looked to the side and saw, behind a jade pillar, Li Mochou peeking around—clearly itching to rejoin them, but fidgeting shyly.

Xuan Yuan   gently cupped Huang Rong’s cheeks, kissed her deeply, and finally replied:

«Okay.»

Nuwa waved them off impatiently:

«Go go go! But make sure you’re back before the Lantern Festival—we still don’t know if your Xuangang Pendant will respond to the worship ceremony if you’re not in this world. Don’t miss your chance!»

«We’ll be back in time. Nuwa, we’ll leave this place to you. Nianci—take care of Long’er.»

«Don’t worry, my lord,» Mu Nianci whispered shyly, head bowed, not daring to meet his eyes.

Once Xuan Yuan   and Huang Rong had left hand-in-hand, Li Mochou finally came running back:

«Ugh! They left without saying goodbye to me! So mean!»

«Then don’t marry him,» Nuwa said flatly.

Li Mochou froze—completely speechless. She scuffed her feet awkwardly, then muttered:

«I never said I wouldn’t marry… »