Chapter 117: Son of the Holy Emperor

The crowd on the field was immediately shaken to their core upon hearing those words.

This was a formidable figure from the Sacred Domain. If he were to unleash his fury, none of them would be able to withstand it.

Yet, they were also deeply perplexed. How was it that this Young Master Chen before them was even called a friend by such a powerful figure from the Sacred Domain—and was so fiercely protected by him?

Could it be that Young Master Chen was simply very handsome, and this Sacred Domain warrior was a leader of some kind of beauty appreciation society?

Just then—

“Hahaha, Miss Wushuang, the Elegance Banquet of the Western Region is hosted by none other than myself. In other words, these visitors from the Western Desert Mo Lou Sacred Kingdom are all my friends. Yet you treat my friends with such impudence,” a hearty laugh rang out from the horizon.

A young man appeared, clad in a flowing white robe, his features so delicate and beautiful that he seemed almost feminine. In his hand, he wielded a white jade fan.

The white-robed youth approached lightly, his demeanor graceful and refined, stepping through the void with effortless elegance.

In mere breaths, he closed the distance and hovered above the gathering.

Witnessing him, Dantai Wushuang’s expression briefly flickered with surprise, then shifted to a colder, more forbidding look upon her exquisitely beautiful face.

Without hesitation, she beckoned to Chen Changsheng and his daughter, along with Donggong Qianxue and the others below. “Everyone from the Eastern Region’s Spring and Autumn Sacred Kingdom, follow me into the Sacred Domain.”

“Let’s go, we shall enter the Sacred Domain with Fairy Dantai,” Donggong Qianxue said, summoning a flying vessel. They quickly boarded and hurried after her.

“Hahaha, Miss Wushuang, don’t be in such a rush to leave,” the white-robed youth called out as he watched their swift departure with a joyful laugh. “A little chat before you go wouldn’t hurt.”

But Dantai Wushuang seemed not to hear him. Perched atop a snow-white exotic beast, she sped away without looking back.

“That wretch! Running off at the sight of me, not sparing me even a shred of face,” the white-robed youth muttered, fanning himself lightly with the white jade fan. His face, delicate and feminine as ever, bore a faint smile, but his eyes darkened with malice. “Dantai Wushuang, you think you can escape from the palm of my hand? Hmph, soon enough, you will be begging at my feet.”

The smile on his face twisted into a lecherous grin.

Everyone present, including Lou Meisha, trembled with awe and fear, barely daring to breathe in the white-robed youth’s presence.

…

Chen Changsheng and the others followed closely behind Dantai Wushuang as she led them forward.

In an instant, the scenery around them shifted.

The once bustling Tiandu City of the Yunhuang Sacred Kingdom vanished without a trace, replaced by a breathtaking sanctuary.

In the distance, sacred mountains floated gracefully in the air.

Mist and clouds wreathed their peaks.

The air was thick with potent spiritual energy.

Suddenly immersed in such a place of divine fortune, Chen Changsheng and the others were stunned, feeling as though they had stepped into a dream.

“Tiandu City of Yunhuang is the boundary between the Sacred Domain and the outside world,” Dantai Wushuang explained as she sat atop the white beast. “The Sacred Domain exists as its own realm, and this transition of scenery marks the entrance to it.”

So that was the case!

Everyone nodded in understanding.

“As expected of the Sacred Domain. It’s so magnificent and grand—far beyond the humble mountain where Butterfly and I have been living in seclusion,” Chen Changsheng sighed softly, clutching Chen Die’er’s hand. “Die’er, if only the two of us could retreat to a place like this, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Mm,” Chen Die’er nodded seriously.

Nalan Ruoshui and the others, however, exchanged peculiar glances as they looked at Chen Changsheng and his daughter.

Heavens, the mountain where Young Master Chen and his daughter live isn’t just some ordinary place—every plant and flower there brims with overwhelming Daoist heritage. Compared to that, this Sacred Domain is probably nothing but garbage.

And what do you mean it wouldn’t be bad to live here? You’re a top-tier figure in the Realm of Gods. If you really wanted to settle here, wouldn’t all the Sacred Domain’s powerful figures have to leave at your command?

Dantai Wushuang, unaware of the mountain’s true nature, smiled politely at Chen Changsheng. “Young Master Chen, if you and your daughter like the Sacred Domain, I can certainly speak with the Holy Emperor to grant you permanent residence here.”

Nalan Ruoshui and the others cast strange looks at Dantai Wushuang. Not knowing about Young Master Chen’s secluded mountain abode is excusable, but that didn’t stop their disbelief.

Sensing their odd expressions, Dantai Wushuang frowned in confusion. Had she said something wrong?

“After all these years, I am finally able to re-enter the Sacred Domain,” the Empress of the Sacred Domain said, her face alight with emotion.

She was originally from the Sacred Domain’s demon clan. Long ago, to keep watch over the Demon Emperor and prevent disturbances in his tomb, she had no choice but to leave the Sacred Domain and marry Donggong Fu.

Having been married to Donggong Fu until now, she finally had the chance to return to the Sacred Domain.

Dantai Wushuang looked at the Empress thoughtfully. “Empress, perhaps I can take you to the demon clan for temporary residence.”

“Thank you, Fairy Dantai,” the Empress said joyfully.

“You’re welcome,” Dantai Wushuang replied with a casual wave.

Chen Changsheng rubbed his brow, recalling the white-robed youth from earlier, and asked, “Fairy Dantai, who was that man in white just now?”

Everyone’s curiosity was piqued, especially since Dantai Wushuang’s reaction to the white-robed youth had been noticeably uneasy.

Before she could answer, the Empress spoke up. “If I’m not mistaken, that man is Gu Shaobai, son of the Holy Emperor.”

“That’s right, Gu Shaobai, the Holy Child of the Sacred Domain,” Dantai Wushuang confirmed, her expression growing colder.

Nearby, Nong Yu spoke. “That wretched Gu Shaobai has coveted my mistress’s beauty for many years. He even swore that he would have her in this lifetime.

“For that reason, the Holy Emperor has pressured my mistress, openly and covertly obstructing her at every turn to help Gu Shaobai fulfill his desires.”

Having said this, Dantai Wushuang, Nong Yu, and Qian Lan all fixed their unwavering gaze on Chen Changsheng, watching his reaction intently.

They had been striving to win Chen Changsheng’s favor. If he was willing to lend a hand, they would fear no Holy Emperor.

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. “Isn’t this a case of a crooked beam spoiling the whole house? It seems the Holy Emperor of the Sacred Domain is quite deplorable. Such poor family upbringing clearly produced a despicable son.”

Though strange to their ears, the three women were overjoyed at his words.

Young Master Chen was clearly willing to help them oppose the Holy Emperor!

Wonderful!

Nong Yu and Qian Lan both gave Dantai Wushuang an approving thumbs-up and sent her a whispered message: “Mistress, it seems your previous efforts have not been in vain.”

“Heh, mainly because Young Master Chen is such a good man,” Dantai Wushuang said, her heart soaring with confidence. With Young Master Chen backing her, she no longer feared the Holy Emperor!

“Ahem!”

She cleared her throat and changed the subject. “Now, let me tell you about the three individuals from the Southern, Western, and Northern Regions who have qualified to enter the Sacred Domain.”

Everyone listened intently.

“Princess Murong Lan of the Divine Moon Sacred Kingdom in the Southern Region is an exceptionally skilled archer and a formidable opponent,” Dantai Wushuang explained. “I have already done some research. She carries the bloodline of the Spirit Clan, who are most renowned for their archery prowess.”