Chapter 181: Bai Mengmeng’s True Intentions

“Huh?”
“Wait… something doesn’t add up, Young Master.”
“If I recall correctly, isn’t the Ancient White Tiger Clan’s patriarch’s daughter named Bai Lingxi?”
“But Bai Mengmeng… that name seems familiar…”

The elder furrowed his brow, then suddenly gasped in realization.
“I remember now!”
“A few months ago, there was an incident within the Ancient White Tiger Clan. A rumored illegitimate daughter tried to claim her place within the clan, causing quite the stir.”
“Things escalated so badly she was eventually driven out.”
“And that illegitimate daughter’s name was Bai Mengmeng!”

“Could it be…?”

Hearing this, Jin Moxia and Jin Xiangnan’s expressions shifted. They, too, recalled the incident.

Indeed, it was said that the Ancient White Tiger Clan almost descended into chaos over the matter.

The conflict arose when Bai Lingxi, the clan’s eldest daughter, vehemently opposed Bai Mengmeng’s attempt to rejoin the clan. After learning of Mengmeng’s illegitimacy, Bai Lingxi believed it to be a betrayal of her mother and even attempted to kill Bai Mengmeng.

Fortunately, their father, Bai Tianfeng, intervened and shielded Bai Mengmeng, eventually forcing her to leave.

However, Bai Lingxi had made her stance clear:

If Bai Mengmeng dared set foot in the clan’s territory again, she would be killed on sight.

As the most talented member of the younger generation within the Ancient White Tiger Clan, Bai Lingxi’s abilities were second only to the Young Lord of the Heavenly Palace. Her influence within the clan was formidable, bolstered by the affection and support of many elders. Even Bai Tianfeng, as the patriarch, found himself unable to defy her.

He could only make the painful decision to send Bai Mengmeng away.

Jin Xiangnan and the elders, now recalling the details, felt their initial joy rapidly dissipate.

This wasn’t a glorious alliance—it was a potential disaster.

If they involved themselves with Bai Mengmeng, they could easily offend Bai Lingxi.

“What was the Young Master thinking?” one elder muttered under his breath.

Jin Sanyao, standing in the hall, noticed the change in his father’s and the elders’ expressions. He quickly transmitted a message telepathically to Jin Xiangnan:

“Father, don’t worry. I have no intention of truly involving myself with Bai Mengmeng. I’m merely using her.”
“Once I’ve gained her trust completely, I’ll hand her over to Bai Lingxi to win her favor.”
“I’m not foolish. No matter how beautiful an illegitimate daughter is, I’d never be moved by her.”

Hearing this, Jin Xiangnan relaxed slightly.

Indeed, his son was still smart enough to understand the stakes.

Jin Xiangnan spoke aloud to smooth things over:
“Elders, regardless of Lady Mengmeng’s background, she is now a guest of our Golden Elephant Clan.”
“We must not be so shallow as to judge her based on past rumors.”

The elders nodded begrudgingly, understanding the implication to play along.

Unbeknownst to them, Bai Mengmeng, standing quietly in the hall with a soft smile on her face, had already seen through their charade.

To her, it was laughable.

“These fools…” she thought.
“With such poor acting skills, it’s no wonder they’ve always been beneath the Ancient White Tiger Clan.”

“If my cultivation wasn’t crippled, why would I even bother with this farce?”

Her eyes darkened briefly as she pondered her true goal.

“I just hope that maritime realm has what I need. If not, I’ll have no choice but to risk another visit to the White Tiger Divine Mountain.”

The mere thought of returning to the White Tiger Divine Mountain filled her heart with icy rage.

Bai Lingxi’s humiliations and cruel taunts still echoed vividly in her mind. Every insult and slight was etched into her memory.

“It’s not that I won’t retaliate; the time simply hasn’t come yet. One day, I’ll make all those who humiliated me pay the price!”

After Jin Xiangnan’s reassuring words, the elders expressed polite goodwill toward Bai Mengmeng.

She reciprocated with feigned gratitude, playing her role seamlessly.

Shortly after, Bai Mengmeng and Jin Sanyao boarded a flying warship led by Jin Moxia. The Golden Elephant Clan’s 100,000-strong army set sail for the maritime realm.

Meanwhile, in the Jiang Dynasty

Yang Protector and Shura Haotian sat in a tranquil garden, enjoying drinks under the moonlight.

Suddenly, a flash of white appeared as Jiang Liyue arrived, riding atop her small white tiger.

“Grandpa Haotian, what are you two doing?” she asked sweetly, hopping off the tiger and approaching them.

“Greetings, Princess Liyue,” Shura Haotian said with a gentle smile.
“We’re just drinking and reminiscing about our homeland.”

“Reminiscing? Grandpa Haotian, where is your homeland?” Liyue asked curiously, plopping herself onto a stone stool nearby.

Meanwhile, the white tiger helped itself to the roast chicken and grilled fish on the table, happily devouring the snacks.

Chapter 182: Shura Yanran Wants a Baby!

“Princess Liyue,” Shura Haotian said gently.
“Our homeland is very far from here. If there’s ever an opportunity in the future, this old man will gladly take you there to explore.”

“Really? You promise?” Jiang Liyue’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“When the chance comes, you must take me to your homeland, okay?”

Her innocent and lively demeanor brought smiles to both Shura Haotian and Yang Protector, who doted on the little princess.

After spending some time playing with her, Jiang Liyue hopped back onto the white tiger and flew off to another part of the palace.

Shura Haotian and Yang Protector resumed their seats, sighing softly.

“It’s been quite a while since we left the Shura Realm,” Shura Haotian said, pouring himself another cup of wine.
“The Emperor’s Daughter has been missing for so long; I imagine the Shura Emperor must be growing restless. Here in this foreign land, who knows when or how we’ll return.”

Tonight was a full moon, a Mid-Autumn Festival in mortal terms.
The bright moonlight illuminated the night sky, evoking deep nostalgia in the two Shura clan members for their distant homeland.

“If the Shura Emperor learns that the Emperor’s Daughter is with Emperor HuanYu—a sworn enemy of our race—I cannot imagine what might happen,” Yang Protector said with a sigh.

“Ah, there’s no use worrying about things beyond our control,” Shura Haotian replied.
“Fretting only adds to our troubles. Better to drink and make merry. Come, drink!”

He raised his cup in a toast, then added with a chuckle, “Afterward, we can find Zuo Xiang and head to the Pavilion for some fun!”

“Not a chance! Zuo Xiang told me yesterday that Lady Yin Lan has completely drained him. He needs to rest.”

“What a pity!” Shura Haotian said with mock regret.
“Having a wife at home truly changes things. Looks like it’ll just be the two of us tonight!”

On a Mountain Peak in the Jiang Palace

Jiang HuanYu stood atop a high cliff with Shura Yanran in his arms.
They gazed at the night sky, the stars twinkling brightly and the full moon shining with a pure, radiant light.

Shura Yanran leaned against Jiang HuanYu, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. A trace of melancholy shadowed her expression.

“My love, what’s on your mind?” Jiang HuanYu asked gently.
“Are you homesick?”

As someone who had experienced both worlds, Jiang HuanYu understood the sentiment behind festivals and the longing for family that came with them.

Shura Yanran nodded softly. “Yes, Your Majesty. I do miss home. It’s been so long since I left for the maritime realm. I have no idea how things are in the Shura Realm.”

“Moreover, Your Majesty is always busy managing the affairs of the dynasty. I only get to talk with the other ladies now and then.”

“Haotian Elder and Yang Protector are loyal, but as subordinates, they wouldn’t dare joke around with me.”

“To be honest, Your Majesty, I’ve been feeling a bit… bored lately,” Shura Yanran admitted with a faint sigh.

Her days had become monotonous. Seeing Qian Xinrou and Xiao Qingli devoting themselves to their children only added to her loneliness.

Qian Xinrou and Xiao Qingli were preoccupied with motherhood, while Han Wanxiang and Su Baijie were heavily pregnant and focused on preparing for childbirth. The opportunities to spend time with them had become scarce.

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily, breaking her train of thought.
“My dear, this isn’t boredom—it’s simply a matter of adjusting to new priorities.”

“I have a solution to help you break out of this feeling. Would you like to try it?”

Shura Yanran looked up, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What is it, Your Majesty?”

“It’s simple,” Jiang HuanYu said with a smile.
“All you need to do is get pregnant. Then your focus will naturally shift, just like Xinrou and Qingli. Your life will revolve around your child.”

Hearing this, Shura Yanran blushed. “Your Majesty… That’s not something we can control on a whim!”

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze turned serious, his voice resolute.
“If you want it, my dear, I’ll make it happen.”
“Tell me, do you want it?”

Shura Yanran’s heart raced. Her breathing quickened slightly, and she hesitated before nodding shyly. “I… I do.”

Without another word, Jiang HuanYu scooped her into his arms.
He kissed her deeply, sparking a wave of passion between them.

After the kiss, he carried her to a bedroom within the palace.

Placing Shura Yanran gently on the bed, he retrieved a pill from his storage ring—a One-Shot Success Pill.

Swallowing the pill, he leaned over her, their figures merging into a scene of intimacy…

(Scene omitted for younger readers. Let’s maintain decorum, folks!)

Three Days Later

Jiang HuanYu emerged from Shura Yanran’s chambers, a satisfied smile on his face.

After days and nights of effort—and the miraculous effects of the One-Shot Success Pill—Shura Yanran was now pregnant!

Within the palace harem, the number of women without children had dwindled. Only Medusa and Murong Xue remained.

However, neither had expressed a strong desire for children yet, so Jiang HuanYu wasn’t in any rush.

As he walked through the palace garden, Jiang HuanYu spotted Jiang Liyue, Jiang Jiuyou, and the white tiger playing hide-and-seek among the flowerbeds.

“Brother, don’t run!”
“Little White, catch him for me!”

Jiang Liyue shouted as she chased Jiang Jiuyou, who toddled away with his stubby legs.

Still very young, Jiang Jiuyou was barely learning to walk. His round cheeks and babyish scent made him irresistibly adorable as he wobbled along.

Nearby, Xiao Qingli and Qian Xinrou sat on a bench, enjoying tea under the shade of parasols held by palace maids. They occasionally glanced at the children, their faces full of maternal warmth.

As Jiang HuanYu approached, Jiang Jiuyou accidentally bumped into his leg and tumbled backward.

“Father!” Jiang Liyue exclaimed, stopping in her tracks.
She curtsied politely alongside the white tiger. “Liyue greets Father!”

Jiang Jiuyou looked up at Jiang HuanYu with wide, innocent eyes. A smile spread across his chubby face as he clumsily waved his tiny hands.

“Hee… hee… Fa-Fa!”

The little boy tried to mimic his sister’s words, his babyish speech melting everyone’s hearts.

“Your Majesty, you’ve come out!” Xiao Qingli and Qian Xinrou greeted him warmly, standing to bow.

The palace maids quickly followed suit, bowing respectfully as Jiang HuanYu surveyed the scene, his heart swelling with pride and contentment.

Chapter 183 : The Supreme Chaos Body and Sword Immortal Body

“Enough, no need for such formalities. Everyone, rise,” Jiang HuanYu said with a gentle smile as he picked up Jiang Jiuyou.

He was extremely fond of his firstborn son and held him with care.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” the palace maids replied as they rose.

“Father, I want a hug too!” Jiang Liyue pouted, stretching her arms toward him.

“Haha! Alright, alright. Father will carry both of you.”

Jiang HuanYu crouched down and picked up Jiang Liyue with his left hand, holding one child in each arm.

“Yip yip! Me too!” the little white tiger exclaimed, pawing at the grass in excitement.

“You’re such a troublemaker, Little White,” Jiang HuanYu said with a chuckle.
“You don’t need hugs. How about I find you a tigress to hug every day? Then you can cuddle as much as you want!”

“Yip yip?! (Really?)” the white tiger asked, waving its paws with enthusiasm.
“Yip yip yip… (You better not just promise and forget! I want a pretty tigress!)”

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily. “Alright, I promise to find one for you.”

Internally, however, he thought, This tiger is learning too much. Using phrases like ‘empty promises’? I need to limit its reading time. Overstudying will only stress my kids in the future.

Indeed, Jiang HuanYu’s approach to fatherhood was unconventional. His priority wasn’t pressuring his children to achieve greatness, but ensuring they would have a life filled with happiness and minimal stress.

Carrying Jiang Jiuyou and Jiang Liyue, he approached Xiao Qingli and Qian Xinrou, who were seated nearby.

“Your Majesty, where’s Sister Yanran?” Qian Xinrou asked.

“Yanran is resting. She’s pregnant now and feeling fatigued,” Jiang HuanYu replied.
“When you have time, please visit her and keep her company. She’s still adapting to life here and might feel lonely, being so far from the Shura Realm.”

Jiang HuanYu’s tone was sincere, demonstrating his effort to maintain balance in his harem.

Xiao Qingli nodded. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Once Yanran wakes up, I’ll visit her with Jiuyou to keep her company.”

Qian Xinrou also agreed. “Your Majesty, rest assured. Now that Sister Qingli has had her child, we’ll make time to spend with Yanran as soon as she feels better.”

Jiang HuanYu nodded in satisfaction. He cherished each of his consorts and made sure their needs were met.

“By the way, where are Xue and Medusa?” Jiang HuanYu asked.

“Father, Aunt Xue is in seclusion, trying to break through to the next stage. Aunt Medusa is stabilizing her foundation in her chambers,” Jiang Liyue chimed in.

“Such a clever little girl,” Jiang HuanYu remarked with a smile.

“Your Majesty, Liyue has been quite mischievous lately,” Qian Xinrou said with a chuckle.
“She’s had Little White fly her all over the palace, exploring every nook and cranny. Her curiosity knows no bounds.”

“Giggle~” Jiang Liyue stuck out her tongue playfully and hid her face in Jiang HuanYu’s shoulder.

“Haha, let her have her fun. Children are naturally curious,” Jiang HuanYu said with a laugh.
“There’s no harm in playing around the palace. Xinrou, take Jiuyou and Liyue to play for a bit. Empress, come with me.”

Jiang HuanYu led Xiao Qingli to a secluded chamber.

There, he handed her the Jiuyou Xuantian Celestial Manual he had received from the system.

Upon seeing the manual, Xiao Qingli’s expression turned to one of shock. “Your Majesty… Could this be?”

“You guessed correctly,” Jiang HuanYu said with a nod.
“This Jiuyou Xuantian Celestial Manual is a celestial-level technique, far surpassing the Jiuyou Emperor Sutra you currently cultivate.”

“By practicing this manual, your combat strength can triple, and the higher your cultivation, the greater the benefits it provides.”

“Only those who comprehend the power of Jiuyou can cultivate it. In the entire Jiang Dynasty, only you and Jiuyou are qualified to practice this technique.”

“For now, focus on mastering it yourself. When Jiuyou grows older, you can pass it on to him,” Jiang HuanYu explained.

Hearing his words, Xiao Qingli’s expression shifted from shock to delight.

A celestial-level technique!

Such techniques touched the realm of immortals and were almost unimaginable, even at her peak.

If she had possessed such a technique in the past, she would never have been forced into reincarnation to survive.

But in hindsight, her struggles had led her to Jiang HuanYu and the birth of Jiang Jiuyou.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Xiao Qingli said, her voice filled with gratitude.

“By the way, Your Majesty, have you discovered Jiuyou’s constitution?” she asked.

From the moment Jiang Jiuyou was born, his body exuded an unparalleled sword intent. Neither Xiao Qingli nor Murong Xue, despite their vast knowledge and experience, could identify his unique constitution.

Jiang HuanYu’s expression turned solemn as he spoke.
“Jiuyou’s constitution is a dual-type: Supreme Chaos Body and Sword Immortal Body!”

Chapter 184: Out to Play, Planting a Seed of Chaos!

“Supreme Chaos Body and Sword Immortal Body?” Xiao Qingli repeated, her heart racing with a mix of astonishment and curiosity.

“I’ve heard of the Sword Immortal Body before. It’s a one-in-ten-thousand immortal-grade physique, far surpassing the divine body tier. That must explain the sword aura emanating from Jiuyou.”

“But this Supreme Chaos Body… I’ve never even heard of it. What kind of physique is it?”

Jiang HuanYu’s expression turned serious as he explained, “The Supreme Chaos Body is one of the ten supreme divine physiques, ranking above immortal-grade physiques.”

“In the current world, physiques are typically divided into divine and immortal tiers. Yet above the immortal grade, there exist ten supreme divine physiques, and the Supreme Chaos Body is among them.”

He paused momentarily, leaving out one crucial detail—the existence of the Three Great Dao Bodies, which stood even higher than the ten supreme physiques. Jiang HuanYu himself possessed the Space-Time Dao Body, one of the three, making it unparalleled in the universe.

“The ten supreme divine physiques…” Xiao Qingli’s voice trembled as she processed the revelation.

Jiang HuanYu’s explanation opened a whole new realm of understanding for her.

“What unique abilities does the Supreme Chaos Body offer Jiuyou?” she asked after taking a deep breath.

“With the word ‘supreme’ in its name, the body is extraordinary,” Jiang HuanYu said.
“If Jiuyou cultivates his physique to perfection, he could master the essence of chaos, control the laws of creation, maintain chaotic order, and even rival the Heavenly Dao itself!”

Jiang HuanYu had previously consulted the system about the history of this physique.

The system revealed that countless epochs ago, a Supreme Chaos Body wielder in the Immortal Realm became a legendary figure. This Immortal Emperor single-handedly ventured into the Dark Forbidden Zone, battling over a dozen dark immortal emperors.

That battle plunged the Immortal Realm into chaos. The sky wept blood, and countless rulers trembled in fear.

Although the Supreme Chaos Body wielder perished, the toll on the Dark Forbidden Zone was catastrophic: seven of its immortal emperors were killed, and the rest were severely injured.

Had the Dark Lord himself not intervened, the devastation would have been even greater.

This legend was etched into the history of the Immortal Realm as a testament to the Supreme Chaos Body’s unparalleled power—even though the physique in that wielder’s case had not yet reached perfection.

Hearing this, Xiao Qingli’s eyes widened further. A physique capable of rivaling the Heavenly Dao? It shattered her understanding of the limits of cultivation.

“Your Majesty, what are your plans for Jiuyou’s growth?” Xiao Qingli asked after absorbing the information.

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze softened. “A tiger does not raise weak cubs, but a flower grown in a greenhouse cannot withstand storms.”

“When the time is right, I’ll send Jiuyou out to train. Rest assured, Empress, I’ll guide him well.”

Jiang HuanYu’s words reassured Xiao Qingli. With the combination of the Supreme Chaos Body and the Sword Immortal Body, Jiuyou’s future was boundless. She believed the title of emperor might just be the beginning of his journey.

“Empress, how is your recovery coming along?” Jiang HuanYu asked, shifting the topic.

Xiao Qingli was momentarily surprised but quickly answered, “I’ve mostly recovered, Your Majesty. The pills from Danchen were highly effective, and I’ve regained my strength quickly.”

“Good, good,” Jiang HuanYu said with a mischievous grin.
“In that case, it’s time for us to… reconnect properly.”

As he pulled her closer, Xiao Qingli blushed but nodded shyly. “I… I’m ready.”

For the next ten months, Xiao Qingli was pregnant again, a testament to the intimate “reunion” they shared.

At the Prime Minister’s Residence

In the serene garden of the residence, Zuo Xuanqi strolled hand-in-hand with Yin Lan.

After spending considerable time together, Yin Lan had been completely “convinced” by Zuo Xuanqi’s charm and unique… abilities. She had finally settled into her new role.

“Madam,” Zuo Xuanqi asked curiously, “you mentioned before that people in the Zhongshengzhou are hostile to the Shura Clan. Why is that?”

Yin Lan sighed softly. “It’s rooted in ancient history.”

“The Demon Realm and the Heavenly Realm have been enemies since time immemorial. Resolving the deep-seated hatred between the two is no easy task.”

“Even now, I worry. As your woman and part of the Jiang Dynasty, I may inadvertently bring trouble. The Ziwei Divine Sect, for example, has elders with deeply entrenched grudges. If they learn of any association between the Jiang Dynasty and the Shura Clan, convincing them to submit will be nearly impossible.”

Leaning on Zuo Xuanqi’s shoulder, Yin Lan’s voice carried a hint of unease.

Before Zuo Xuanqi could reply, a cheerful voice broke the moment.

“Zuo Grandpa! Aunt Yin! What are you two doing?!”

Jiang Liyue, riding on the little white tiger with Jiang Jiuyou seated behind her, suddenly landed in the garden.

The sight of the two children startled Zuo Xuanqi, though Yin Lan, with her superior cultivation, had already sensed their approach.

“Princess Liyue! Prince Jiuyou! What brings you here?” Zuo Xuanqi asked, standing abruptly.

“Zuo Grandpa,” Jiang Liyue said with a pout, “Mother won’t let us go out to play, and Father and the Empress have locked themselves in their chambers, ignoring us. We’re bored of playing in the palace!”

“Take us out to play! Please, Zuo Grandpa? Aunt Yin?” Liyue tugged on Zuo Xuanqi’s robe, her big eyes brimming with expectation.

“This…” Zuo Xuanqi hesitated.

Before he could decide, a beam of light descended from the sky, and Qian Xinrou appeared.

“Greetings, Concubine Qian!” Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan quickly bowed.

“Mother! What are you doing here?” Jiang Liyue’s voice quivered with slight apprehension, fearing a scolding.

Qian Xinrou’s gaze softened as she addressed Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan, “No need for formalities.”

Then, turning to her daughter, she smiled gently.

Chapter 185 : Shura Wuya’s Soul

Qian Xinrou looked at her daughter, Jiang Liyue, and sighed inwardly.

This little girl was completely unlike her in childhood.

She remembered herself as quiet, elegant, and the epitome of a refined lady. Yet her daughter was lively and restless, as though she couldn’t sit still for even a moment.

“Fine, fine,” Qian Xinrou relented.
“Zuo Xiang, Lady Yin, take them out to play for a while. They’re tired of staying in the imperial city. Consider this a short vacation for yourselves as well.”

The decision was made partly because Jiang Liyue and Jiang Jiuyou had developed a fondness for Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan. They felt more comfortable around them than around the likes of Feipeng or Chonglou, whose stoic demeanor often intimidated the children.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan agreed in unison.

“Yay! We’re going out to play!” Jiang Liyue cheered, her excitement contagious as Jiang Jiuyou smiled innocently beside her. The little white tiger, Little White, waved its paws in celebration.

Qian Xinrou smiled at the scene, her heart softening. Children truly are easily pleased, as long as they have something fun to do.

“Zuo Xiang, you may take them wherever you wish, but make sure to return within twenty days,” Qian Xinrou instructed.
“By then, Lady Shu and Lady Su are expected to give birth to their children. While play is important, don’t let it interfere with such a momentous occasion!”

“Understood, Your Highness,” Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan replied respectfully.

With Jiang Jiuyou and Jiang Liyue both seated on Little White’s back, the group set off on their journey to explore the wider world outside the Jiang Dynasty.

Two Days Later

Jiang HuanYu and Xiao Qingli emerged from their chambers, refreshed after days of seclusion.

Qian Xinrou approached them, explaining that Jiang Liyue and Jiang Jiuyou had gone out to explore under Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan’s protection.

Jiang HuanYu nodded in approval.
With the Jiang Dynasty reigning supreme over the maritime realm, and with the children’s escorts being formidable in strength, he saw no reason to worry.

After sending Qian Xinrou and Xiao Qingli off, Jiang HuanYu returned to his chambers and sealed the doors.

His hands moved deftly, channeling immense power into the surrounding space.

Humming!

The thick aura of the Six Paths of Reincarnation spread, filling the chamber. As Jiang HuanYu’s hands weaved complex seals, the energies of countless reincarnation gates converged into one massive portal.

Before him, the Gate of Reincarnation fully materialized.

Without hesitation, Jiang HuanYu stepped inside.

Beyond the Gate of Reincarnation

Jiang HuanYu found himself amidst a vast expanse of starry space. Souls flickered and darted like shooting stars, some dim, others glowing brightly.

The weaker souls nearby mostly belonged to cultivators at the Saint Realm, Saint King Realm, or Supreme Realm.

However, Jiang HuanYu’s target was far more formidable—he needed souls at the Emperor Realm or above.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a familiar presence. Without hesitation, he conjured a whip of power and lashed at the offending soul.

Crack!

“Ahhh—!”

The soul of Ying Yidao, a notorious figure, shattered under Jiang HuanYu’s attack, its final scream echoing briefly before it dissipated.

Jiang HuanYu smirked. Such scum doesn’t deserve even a second chance in reincarnation.

With the interruption handled, he conjured a fishing rod of pure energy. Casting its line into the vast river of souls, he began scanning for a suitable target.

With his keen senses, he sifted through millions of souls in seconds, dismissing any that failed to meet his criteria.

After about a quarter of an hour, his search bore fruit.

Far to the north, a soul bathed in a terrifying purple light caught his attention. The soul’s immense power radiated a pressure that even Jiang HuanYu couldn’t ignore.

He cast his line toward the purple soul, the hook latching onto it with precision.

“Who dares?!”

“Who dares fish for my soul?! Do you have a death wish?!”

The purple soul’s voice roared, resonating with the aura of an Emperor Realm expert. Even a mere remnant of its power rippled through the starry expanse like divine wrath.

Nearby souls cowered, trembling in terror as they instinctively prostrated themselves.

Jiang HuanYu’s expression remained calm, his grip on the rod unwavering as he reeled in the soul.

“So, you are Shura Wuyā,” Jiang HuanYu said, recognizing the name.
“An Emperor of the Shura Clan, fallen but still formidable.”

“Release me, or face the wrath of the Shura Clan!” Wuyā’s soul bellowed, its purple flames flaring in defiance.

Jiang HuanYu’s lips curled into a sly smile.
“Shura Wuyā, your soul now belongs to me. Let’s see how useful you can be…”

He tightened his hold on the rod, pulling Wuyā’s soul closer to the Gate of Reincarnation. A new plan began to take shape in Jiang HuanYu’s mind—one that could reshape his control over the Shura Clan itself.

Chapter 186: The Old Patriarch of the Shura Clan

Though the aura of the soul before him was overwhelming, it couldn’t harm Jiang HuanYu.

Instead, Jiang HuanYu was momentarily stunned.

Fishing for a soul, and he’d reeled in a Shura Clan soul?

Moreover, this Shura Wuya, why did the name sound so familiar? It felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

As Jiang HuanYu pondered, Shura Wuya’s soul floated before him, its eyes cold and piercing as it locked onto him.

“You, human brat! Are you the one fishing for this old man’s soul?!”

“How dare you?!”

“With just an Eternal Realm cultivation, you dare provoke me? Have you not heard of my unparalleled fame?!”

The remnant soul of Shura Wuya exuded arrogance, staring down at Jiang HuanYu with utter disdain.

“Oh? Unparalleled fame?” Jiang HuanYu replied, unconcerned.
“And who might you be? Introduce yourself.”

Despite facing the soul of an Emperor Realm expert, Jiang HuanYu’s expression remained calm, his tone casual and aloof.

After all, this was merely a fragment of Shura Wuya’s peak strength.

Moreover, within the Gate of Reincarnation, Jiang HuanYu could manipulate the surrounding reincarnation forces at will. He had no reason to fear the remnant soul.

Not to mention, Jiang HuanYu had two powerful imperial weapons in his possession: the Chaos Bell and the Heaven and Earth Thorn. Either one could easily suppress this soul fragment.

“Hmph!”

“You ignorant fool! The arrogance of youth blinds you. To not know my name… You must be an insignificant nobody in the Heavenly Realm.”

“Listen well: I am Shura Wuya, the former patriarch of the Shura Clan and once the leader of the entire clan!”

The remnant soul’s voice brimmed with pride as it introduced itself.

Jiang HuanYu’s expression twitched slightly.

Now he understood why the name sounded so familiar—it was the name of Shura Yanran’s grandfather!

Shura Wuya was not only Shura Yanran’s grandfather but also the father of Shura Motian, the current patriarch of the Shura Clan.

What a stroke of luck, Jiang HuanYu thought. Fishing up an elder, and not just any elder but my wife’s grandfather? How fitting.

What Shura Wuya didn’t know yet was that the granddaughter he had cherished so dearly was now married and expecting a child.

And the one responsible for that child was standing right in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” Shura Wuya sneered.
“Scared now that you know my identity?!”

“Hmph, young and ignorant, unable to withstand even the slightest storm. How do you expect any woman to follow someone like you?”

“The younger generation of humans these days… truly disappointing,” he said, shaking his head in disdain.

Jiang HuanYu let out a sigh internally. What are the odds?

“Fine,” Jiang HuanYu muttered. Fishing up Shura Wuya might actually give Yanran a nice surprise.

Fixing his gaze on the remnant soul, Jiang HuanYu said calmly, “Old man, since you’re Yanran’s grandfather, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Come with me. Once we leave this place, I’ll help you rebuild your body. Yanran will be overjoyed to see you again.”

“Yanran?!” Shura Wuya’s tone shifted.
“You know Yanran?!”

“Boy, where is my granddaughter?!”

Shura Wuya’s suspicion skyrocketed. That granddaughter was his pride and joy.

Before his death, he had repeatedly instructed his son, Shura Motian, to ensure that Yanran would never suffer any harm.

But now, this random human was speaking about Yanran as though they were close. Alarm bells rang in his mind.

“Old man, Yanran is my consort,” Jiang HuanYu said with a faint smile.
“She’s currently pregnant with my child.”

“As for the details, I’ll let Yanran explain when we’re back in the mortal realm.”

“What?!”

“Yanran is pregnant?! With you?!”

“Boy, you must be joking! Do you think I’m so gullible as to believe such nonsense?!”

“My precious granddaughter, the treasure of the Shura Clan, would never choose a mere human like you!”

“Enough! I’ll search your memories myself to uncover the truth!”

Shura Wuya’s remnant soul erupted in fury. The idea of his cherished granddaughter being with a human was unthinkable.

The image of his treasured “cabbage” being devoured by a “pig” consumed him with rage. Losing all sense of reason, he attacked Jiang HuanYu, aiming to extract the truth from his memories.

An overwhelming aura emanated from Shura Wuya, the power of an Emperor Realm expert surging like a tsunami. The very fabric of the starry realm seemed to boil under his might.

This immense imperial pressure could shatter countless stars and tear apart even celestial bodies.

But Jiang HuanYu remained calm, standing his ground without flinching. He sighed.
“It seems you need a lesson before you’ll behave.”

“Six Paths Activation: Reincarnation Heaven Stele!”

Jiang HuanYu raised two fingers, and the surrounding reincarnation energy came alive, converging like countless starlit particles. Ripples spread across the space.

The reincarnation energy condensed into ten massive steles, each brimming with the profound power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The steles surrounded Shura Wuya, their combined force suppressing his imperial pressure entirely.

Moments later, the steles merged into a single Reincarnation Seal, which Jiang HuanYu embedded directly into Shura Wuya’s soul fragment.

The seal not only suppressed Shura Wuya’s power but also marked him with the energy of reincarnation.

“How… How is this possible?!” Shura Wuya exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.

“My power… It’s been suppressed?!”

“How can an Eternal Realm cultivator suppress an Emperor Realm soul?!”

“Wait… You’re a Reincarnation Master?!”

“Could it be… that you entered the Reincarnation Space willingly?!”

The realization hit Shura Wuya like a thunderbolt.

Initially, he had assumed Jiang HuanYu stumbled upon the Reincarnation Space by chance.

But now, seeing Jiang HuanYu wield the forces of reincarnation so effortlessly, Shura Wuya’s confidence crumbled.

This human… could he truly have mastery over the Gate of Reincarnation?

Even the strongest Emperor Realm experts in the Heavenly Realm and Demon Realm who cultivated reincarnation power could only dream of such control. Yet this young Eternal Realm human had achieved the unthinkable.

Little did Shura Wuya know, mastering the Gate of Reincarnation was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to Jiang HuanYu’s myriad abilities.

Chapter 187: Shura Yanran’s Joy!

Shura Wuya’s remnant soul was now firmly bound by the Reincarnation Seal, giving Jiang HuanYu full control over his life and death.

Jiang HuanYu ignored Shura Wuya’s barrage of questions and said calmly, “Come with me first. Once we’re outside, Yanran can explain everything to you.”

“Let’s go.”

Behind Jiang HuanYu, the Gate of Reincarnation reappeared. He stepped through it, bringing Shura Wuya’s soul with him, returning to the Jiang Dynasty.

Inside the Palace

After returning, Jiang HuanYu immediately sent word to Shura Yanran, Shura Haotian, and Yang Protector, asking them to come to the palace.

It wasn’t long before the trio entered the hall.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” they said in unison, bowing respectfully.

“No need for formalities,” Jiang HuanYu replied, sitting on his throne.

“Your Majesty, why have you summoned us here?” Shura Yanran asked curiously.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Jiang HuanYu said with a mysterious smile.

With a wave of his hand, Shura Wuya’s remnant soul appeared in the hall.

When Shura Yanran and the others saw him, their expressions changed dramatically—shocked, excited, and filled with disbelief.

“Grandfather!”

“Old Patriarch!”

“How… How are you here?!”

Shura Haotian and Yang Protector were dumbfounded.

The old patriarch had been dead for so many years. How could he suddenly appear in the Jiang Dynasty? Had he risen from the grave?

Shura Wuya, too, was momentarily stunned.

It was truly Yanran! The beloved granddaughter he had doted on since her childhood—there was no mistaking her aura.

However, with a single glance, Shura Wuya also noticed something else: Yanran was pregnant.

It seemed the human boy wasn’t lying after all.

“Yanran, what are you doing in human territory?”

“What’s going on?” Shura Wuya asked, his tone a mix of joy and concern.

Seeing his cherished granddaughter filled him with happiness, but the circumstances baffled him.

“Grandfather, it’s a long story,” Shura Yanran replied, her voice tinged with emotion.
“But how are you here? Your Majesty, what’s going on?” she asked, turning to Jiang HuanYu.

Jiang HuanYu rose from his seat and explained, “I retrieved Old Patriarch Wuyā’s remnant soul from the Reincarnation Space.

“Now, with the right heavenly treasures, I can help him rebuild his body and fully resurrect him.”

His tone was casual, but the others were utterly stunned.

Reincarnation Space?!

Bringing back the remnant soul of an Emperor Realm expert from the Reincarnation Space?

Shura Haotian and Yang Protector could hardly fathom the implications. This was a feat beyond anything they had ever heard of, let alone seen.

Jiang HuanYu’s abilities seemed to defy the very fabric of reality.

The three Shura Clan members were overwhelmed by the revelation. To think such miracles were possible… Jiang HuanYu’s prowess was nothing short of divine.

“Your Majesty, does this mean that once my grandfather’s body is rebuilt, he will be restored to his former self?” Shura Yanran asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “Theoretically, yes.

“However, such an act goes against the natural order. After the body is reconstructed, the Heavenly Dao will not tolerate it and will likely send a heavenly tribulation to erase this defiance.

“If the old patriarch can survive the tribulation, he will be fully resurrected.”

Shura Yanran and the others nodded in understanding.

Jiang HuanYu continued, “Don’t worry, Yanran. Spend some time talking to your grandfather. As for the tribulation, if he desires resurrection, it’s a mere trifle in my eyes.”

His words carried a confidence that left no room for doubt.

Jiang HuanYu’s plans were clear: reviving Shura Wuya would not only add an Emperor Realm powerhouse to his ranks but also provide an invaluable ally in dealing with the Shura Clan.

Most importantly, Shura Wuya’s status as the former patriarch of the Shura Clan would be instrumental.

Jiang HuanYu remembered Yanran mentioning that during Wuyā’s tenure, her father, Shura Motian, was highly obedient to him.

If Shura Motian were to react unfavorably to Yanran’s relationship with Jiang HuanYu, having Shura Wuya by his side would ensure immediate compliance through sheer bloodline authority.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Shura Yanran said, her face glowing with happiness.

Jiang HuanYu nodded and disappeared from the hall, leaving the Shura Clan members to their reunion.

“Yanran,” Shura Wuya began, his tone laced with concern.
“Do you truly love this human boy?”

“What exactly happened? How did you end up in human territory? Were you captured?”

“That damned unfilial son of mine! What kind of mess has he created?”

“How could he let my precious granddaughter fall into enemy hands? Useless! Why did I even bother having him?!”

Shura Wuya’s misunderstanding was apparent. He assumed Yanran and the others had been taken captive and blamed Shura Motian entirely for this perceived failure.

Chapter 188: The Nine-Sword Holy Emperor, People of the Heavenly God Island

“Grandfather, no, you’ve misunderstood my father,” Shura Yanran said quickly, eager to clarify.
“Here’s what really happened…”

Shura Yanran then recounted the events that had led to her current situation, explaining how she had been drawn to Jiang HuanYu. His unparalleled talents and mysterious nature captivated her, and over time, she had fallen deeply in love with him, unable to pull herself away.

“So that’s how it is,” Shura Wuya mused.
“To think this human boy is such a prodigy. If he continues like this, becoming an Emperor might only be the start. It wouldn’t be impossible for him to reach the legendary Immortal Realm someday!”

“Yanran, you have truly found a remarkable man!” he exclaimed.
“With Jiang HuanYu as your partner, our entire Shura Clan might one day bask in his glory.”

Shura Wuya’s tone carried genuine admiration, seeing the union as a great fortune for their clan.

Shura Haotian and Yang Protector, standing to the side, were equally astonished. The legendary Shura Wuya, a figure of unparalleled prestige, had spoken so highly of Jiang HuanYu. It was a testament to the human emperor’s incredible potential.

“Grandfather, what exactly is the Immortal Realm? Do immortals really exist?” Shura Yanran asked curiously.

“Of course they exist!” Shura Wuya replied confidently.
“At the end of the starry river lies a spatial passageway leading to another world, a place known as the Immortal Realm.”

“But,” he continued, “it is said that immortals guard the entrance, and only those who gain their approval can ascend to the Immortal Realm.”

Shura Yanran and the others were stunned by this revelation. It was the first time they had heard about immortals, and the concept filled them with awe.

This knowledge was clearly something only those who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation—the Emperor Realm—would know.

However, Shura Yanran knew that with her current level of strength, the Immortal Realm was an unfathomable goal, a distant dream far beyond her reach.

“Grandfather, does this mean you approve of me and Jiang HuanYu being together?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

“To be honest, I’ve always worried that my father would react with fury when he learned I was with someone from an opposing race,” she added, her tone turning soft and coquettish.

Her endearing demeanor melted Shura Wuya’s heart. How could he not side with his beloved granddaughter?

“Yanran, there’s no need to worry. With me here, what is there to fear?” Shura Wuya declared.
“If your father dares to say a single word against you, I’ll personally strip him of his position as patriarch!”

“Enemy races and old grudges—those are outdated notions! Jiang HuanYu is an extraordinary prodigy with immeasurable potential. A man like him is destined to dominate an era!”

“To oppose him would be to court disaster, even with the backing of the Heavenly Dao!”

“Stay by his side, Yanran. When the time comes to return to the Shura Clan, I’ll go with you. Let’s see who dares to say a word against you—I’ll rip their mouths off!”

Shura Wuya’s unyielding support filled Shura Yanran with joy. The legendary patriarch’s protective nature and Jiang HuanYu’s extraordinary talents left no room for doubt in his mind.

“Thank you, Grandfather! You’re the best!” Shura Yanran said, her face glowing with happiness.
“Let’s go find Jiang HuanYu so he can help restore your body!”

Murong Coastline

Following the Jiang Dynasty’s unification of the maritime realm, the Murong Ancient Clan and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan emerged as the two strongest factions under its rule.

While the entire maritime realm now belonged to the Jiang Dynasty, the Murong Clan retained control over its ancestral lands at Murong Coastline—a privilege granted by Jiang HuanYu himself.

The Murong Clan’s loyalty, especially under the leadership of the Murong Patriarch, had been crucial in the unification effort. Moreover, Murong Xue’s close ties to Jiang HuanYu further solidified the clan’s elevated status.

As a result, the Murong Clan stood firmly as the foremost power in the seas, second only to the ruling Jiang Dynasty.

Within the Murong Clan’s Domain

All seemed calm on the surface, but in the heart of the Murong Clan’s estate, turmoil brewed.

Deep within the clan’s headquarters, key figures, including the clan patriarch Murong Jiuxing and the ancient patriarch Murong Yue, were being held captive in a grand hall.

Bound and powerless, their cultivation sealed, they faced a group of over a dozen strangers who had infiltrated their stronghold.

Outside, the Murong Clan’s disciples continued their daily routines, unaware of the upheaval unfolding within their leadership’s chamber.

Murong Yue, his expression grim, sat restrained in a chair. He glared at the intruders and demanded, “Who are you?!

“How dare you attack the Murong Clan within the territory of the Jiang Dynasty?!”

“Don’t think you can get away with this! If anything happens to us, the Dynasty’s forces will surely investigate, and none of you will escape!”

His words carried the weight of the Dynasty’s authority, hoping to intimidate the attackers.

But to his surprise, the strangers remained unfazed.

Among them, most were middle-aged, except for a young man at the center of the group. His position suggested he was their leader, and his demeanor exuded arrogance.

“Heh…”

“The Jiang Dynasty? A mere power in the backwater seas,” the young man said with a smirk, waving his folding fan.
“They can rule here all they want, but in the Zhongshengzhou, they’re nothing. If I wished, I could crush them at any time.”

His confidence and disdain suggested ties to a significant power in the mainland.

“You… You’re from the Zhongshengzhou?!” Murong Yue asked, his shock evident.

“Hahaha,” one of the middle-aged men sneered.
“Old man, you’re finally catching on.”

“Let me enlighten you.”

“This is the Young Island Master of Heavenly God Island, Ice Xingchen!”

“And I…” the man said, stepping forward, his tone growing colder, “I am known in the sea world as the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor!”

“Surely you’ve heard the name before?” he added with a chilling smile.

Chapter 189: The Hidden Power of the Sun-Moon Pearl

“Heavenly God Island!”
“The Nine-Sword Holy Emperor…”
“So it’s you.”

The Murong Ancient Clan’s patriarch, Murong Yue, and its elders, including Murong Jiuxing, were visibly shaken upon hearing these names.

Heavenly God Island was one of the three great islands of the Central Saint Continent, a powerhouse with unimaginable resources and influence. Its island lord was said to be at the Peak of the Severing God Realm, an invincible existence in the maritime region.

As for the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor, his name carried a legacy. In the past, he and the Sun-Moon Holy Emperor had roamed the seas, making a name for themselves. Even the greatest clans of that era treated them with respect.

However, the two had eventually turned on each other. The Sun-Moon Holy Emperor perished, leaving behind the fabled Sun-Moon Treasure, and the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor vanished into the Central Saint Continent. To see him now as part of Heavenly God Island was shocking enough, but his current aura revealed his strength had grown vastly beyond his past self—he was now at the Third Layer of the Undying Realm.

It was he who had subdued the Murong Clan’s top members with ease.

“I see it is the esteemed Young Island Master of Heavenly God Island who has graced us with his presence,” Murong Yue said cautiously.
“May I ask what brings you to the Murong Clan?”

“Murong Yue, today our Young Island Master visits your clan not to create trouble,” the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor said, his voice sharp and commanding.
“There is simply something we need your clan to do for us.”

“Of course, if your Murong Clan fails, we’ll simply turn to the Jiang Dynasty.”

He paused, then let out a chilling laugh.

“However… this matter is highly confidential, and naturally, we can’t risk any leaks. So… heh heh.”

Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing frowned deeply. They understood the underlying threat perfectly. There was no room for refusal.

“What is it that you need?” Murong Yue asked, his tone restrained.

“Simple,” the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor said with a smirk.
“You’ve heard of the Sun-Moon Treasure, haven’t you? Our objective is for you to help us locate its whereabouts.”

“Your Murong Clan has deep roots in the maritime realm, which is why we came to you first instead of going directly to the Jiang Dynasty. So, what do you say, Clan Leader Murong? Can you do it?”

The Nine-Sword Holy Emperor’s gaze was cold and expectant. Beside him, the Young Island Master of Heavenly God Island, Bing Xingchen, stood quietly, his face calm and confident as he fanned himself leisurely.

Hearing this, Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing maintained calm expressions, but their hearts were gripped with dread.

The Sun-Moon Treasure—they had heard about it during a visit to the Jiang Dynasty, where Murong Xue had mentioned it in passing. According to her, Emperor Jiang HuanYu had already obtained the treasure long ago.

However, the Jiang Dynasty’s meteoric rise meant the treasure ultimately played a negligible role. Jiang HuanYu had deemed the Sun-Moon Pearl, a key component of the treasure, unnecessary for his plans. He had gifted it to his daughter, the dynasty’s princess, Jiang Liyue, as a toy.

The pearl now served as little more than an ornament, though it still contained ten puppets at the Sixth Layer of the Holy King Realm. In the Jiang Dynasty’s current hierarchy, such strength was equivalent to that of ordinary centurions and held little strategic value.

Murong Jiuxing voiced the question on everyone’s mind:
“May I ask why you seek the Sun-Moon Treasure? A relic from a Holy Emperor seems hardly worth the attention of a powerhouse like Heavenly God Island.”

The Nine-Sword Holy Emperor turned to Bing Xingchen, who nodded with a faint smile.

“It’s fine, Nine-Sword Elder,” Bing Xingchen said dismissively.
“Even if they know, it won’t change anything.”

The casual arrogance in his tone made it clear he saw the Murong Clan—and by extension, the entire maritime realm—as insignificant. Even the Jiang Dynasty wasn’t worth his notice.

“As you wish, Young Island Master,” the Nine-Sword Holy Emperor replied, before turning back to the Murong Clan leaders.

“Listen carefully.”

“The Sun-Moon Pearl contains half of a treasure map leading to the Heaven Abyss Forbidden Zone,” he explained.
“This map was the reason for my falling out with the Sun-Moon Holy Emperor all those years ago. Unfortunately, after I severely wounded him, he escaped, and I couldn’t track him down.”

“Recently, however, Heavenly God Island acquired the other half of the map. Now, all that remains is to find the Sun-Moon Pearl and complete the set.”

“Surely you now understand the significance of the Sun-Moon Pearl to us?”

His gaze sharpened as he delivered the ultimatum:
“Murong Yue, let’s not waste time. Help us locate the pearl. To ensure secrecy, your entire clan will accompany us to Heavenly God Island.

“Once we’ve obtained the treasure of the Heaven Abyss Forbidden Zone, you will all be returned unharmed.”

He leaned closer, his voice lowering into a threatening growl:
“But if you fail to find it… the only way to keep this secret is through your deaths.”

The Nine-Sword Holy Emperor’s final words left no room for negotiation.

The Murong Clan elders were visibly shaken, their hearts racing at the revelation. The Heaven Abyss Forbidden Zone’s treasure map? The Sun-Moon Pearl’s hidden significance was far greater than they had ever imagined.

But just as the tension reached its peak, a sweet, innocent voice rang out.

“Sun-Moon Pearl?”

“Are you talking about this one?”

Everyone turned toward the sound, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Chapter 190: Soft Rice, Truly Delicious!

At this moment, Jiang Liyue stood with Jiang Jiuyou, holding a radiant Sun-Moon Pearl in her small hands, engraved with intricate sun and moon markings.

Accompanying them were Xiao Baihu, Yin Lan, and Zuo Xuanqi. The three stood protectively beside the two children.

“Prime Minister Zuo!”
“Princess! Prince!”

The elders of the Murong Clan, including Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing, turned to see the group entering. Relief washed over their faces—help from the Jiang Dynasty had arrived!

“The Sun-Moon Pearl!”

“That girl is holding the Sun-Moon Pearl!” cried Nine-Sword Holy Emperor, his voice trembling with excitement as he turned to Bing Xingchen, the Young Island Master of Heavenly God Island.

Bing Xingchen’s gaze locked onto Jiang Liyue and the pearl in her hands. He folded his fan and extended a hand toward her.

“Little girl, hand over that pearl, and I might consider sparing your lives.”

Jiang Liyue tilted her head innocently, her large, luminous eyes blinking as she asked, “Sparing our lives? Big brother, does that mean you want to kill us?”

“Humph! If you refuse to obey and hand over the Sun-Moon Pearl, none of you will leave here alive!” Bing Xingchen sneered coldly.

Jiang Liyue frowned, turning toward Zuo Xuanqi. “Grandpa Zuo, I don’t like him. He’s so rude.”

Zuo Xuanqi chuckled and reassured her, “Princess, don’t worry. Leave everything to me.”

Xiao Baihu waved its paw threateningly, clearly signaling it was ready to devour the intruders if Zuo Xuanqi couldn’t handle them.

Zuo Xuanqi then shifted his gaze to the Heavenly God Island group, addressing them with calm authority.
“Young Island Master Bing Xingchen, is it? Why don’t you stay on your precious Heavenly God Island? What brings you here to cause trouble in the maritime realm?”

“Perhaps you are unaware, but this is the territory of the Jiang Dynasty! Threatening our princess means none of you will leave this place alive.”

His eyes narrowed on Nine-Sword Holy Emperor. Zuo Xuanqi remembered Emperor Jiang HuanYu’s command to track down this man to fulfill the final wish of the Sun-Moon Holy Emperor.

What luck to stumble upon Nine-Sword Holy Emperor here, just as they were passing through Murong Coast during their outing. Now, he could bring this man back to Emperor Jiang HuanYu as a prize.

Nine-Sword Holy Emperor didn’t seem intimidated, letting out a derisive laugh.
“The Jiang Dynasty? Just a collection of frogs in a well. You know nothing of the vastness of the outside world. Without tigers in the mountains, you monkeys have become kings, haven’t you? Laughable!”

He glanced at Bing Xingchen, who nodded slightly.

“Li Elder, Zhang Elder, take them down,” Bing Xingchen ordered. “Since they refuse to listen, we’ll kill them all, take the Sun-Moon Pearl, and dump their bodies.”

“Yes, Young Island Master!”

Two elders of Heavenly God Island, both at the First Layer of the Immortal Realm, stepped forward.

Their palms emitted waves of Immortal Power, filling the hall with crushing force. The overwhelming pressure surged toward Zuo Xuanqi’s group, aiming to disable their cultivation entirely.

Zuo Xuanqi didn’t flinch. Instead, he took a casual half-step back, allowing Yin Lan to step forward.

Yin Lan stood calmly, her eyes betraying no emotion as she regarded the oncoming energy like it was a mere breeze.

Boom!

The moment the two streams of Immortal Power reached Yin Lan, they dissipated against an invisible shield of radiant light surrounding her.

“What…?”
“Who are you?”

The Heavenly God Island group paled in shock. This seemingly unassuming woman had nullified the combined power of two Immortal Realm experts without even moving.

Zuo Xuanqi, having stepped back, now stepped forward confidently, placing an arm around Yin Lan’s waist.

“You couldn’t even get past my wife,” he said with a smirk. “And yet, you dare to challenge me?”

He turned to Yin Lan with mock seriousness. “Darling, could you do me a favor and suppress these clowns? We’ll present them to the Emperor for judgment later.”

Yin Lan nodded, her expression calm as she raised a finger.

“Ahhh!!!”

In an instant, radiant bands of energy encased Bing Xingchen and his entourage, immobilizing them. The Heavenly God Island group found themselves powerless, their cultivation sealed entirely.

Panic flickered across their faces.

Despite this, Bing Xingchen mustered his defiance, snarling, “Whoever you are, I suggest you release us immediately!”

“Otherwise, you’ll be making an enemy of Heavenly God Island!”

“If anything happens to me, our island’s forces will descend upon your pitiful Jiang Dynasty and annihilate it!”

“My father is a Peak Severing God Realm powerhouse! A single finger of his is enough to obliterate your entire dynasty!”

His threats rang hollow to Zuo Xuanqi and Yin Lan, who merely exchanged amused glances.

Zuo Xuanqi couldn’t help but laugh internally. Soft rice really does taste amazing!

Even at his age, he felt like a young man again, basking in the sheer delight of having such a powerful wife. Life couldn’t be better.