Chapter 142: The Ancient Emperor’s Reverie

The Empress of the Mo Lou Holy Kingdom, renowned as the most beautiful woman in the Western Regions, instantly captivated Gu Shaobai the moment he laid eyes on her.

“I…”

Lou Meisha’s delicate body trembled violently, an overwhelming joy lighting up her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Yet, almost immediately, doubt crept in.

There was no mistaking it—Gu Shaobai’s interest was driven by her beauty. From the very beginning, his intentions had been clear.

“Empress of the Mo Lou Holy Kingdom, would you be willing to enter that immortal and divine realm with me when the time comes?” Gu Shaobai asked again, a faint, pleased smile playing on his exquisitely handsome, almost feminine features.

He was confident Lou Meisha would agree. Even though she knew his desire was rooted in her beauty, such a powerful temptation meant he could make any request, and she would not refuse.

Everyone present turned their gazes toward Lou Meisha, jealousy burning in their eyes. The Empress of the Mo Lou Holy Kingdom truly had incredible fortune.

Many silently shouted in frustration: Why not choose me? I’d even lick your shoes!

“I…” Lou Meisha was torn. To enter that legendary immortal and divine world would be an unprecedented blessing.

But Gu Shaobai’s intentions were far too blatant, even repulsive.

Just then, a calm voice rang out across the gathering.

“Lou Meisha, do not be deceived by the boasts of some petty clown. As Empress of the Mo Lou Holy Kingdom, you must uphold the dignity of your title.”

The crowd gasped in surprise and turned to see who had spoken.

There stood a strikingly handsome young man, holding the hand of a delicate little girl.

“Who is this?” someone whispered.

“He actually called Gu Shaobai a petty clown—did I hear that right?”

The noise swelled again, jaws dropping in disbelief.

This young man had the audacity to insult Gu Shaobai so boldly; it was sheer arrogance.

Lou Meisha herself stared at Chen Changsheng with a mixture of shock and confusion. Who was this youth?

At that moment, a voice whispered directly into her mind—it was Princess Qian Xue of the Eastern Palace.

“Empress Lou Meisha, Young Master Chen can indeed enter that immortal and divine realm. Though I fought to the death with your kingdom’s prince earlier, it is inevitable. But perhaps I can arrange for Young Master Chen to bring you into that world with him.”

“Ah!”

Lou Meisha’s body trembled uncontrollably, utterly dumbfounded.

He—the illustrious Young Master Chen—could enter that immortal and divine realm as well?

“Young Master Chen, just who did you call a petty clown?”

Gu Shaobai snapped back to reality, furious, roaring at Chen Changsheng.

This Chen Changsheng was outrageously arrogant; Gu Shaobai wanted nothing more than to slap him down.

“Whoever is a petty clown, that’s who I call one,” Chen Changsheng replied calmly, shaking his head with a faint smile.

“You’re asking for death!” Gu Shaobai lost all reason. His face twisted into a terrifying snarl as he prepared to charge wildly at Chen Changsheng.

“Bai’er, calm yourself!” the Ancient Emperor shouted sharply.

“Father!” Gu Shaobai turned with bitter resentment, nearly exploding with frustration.

The Ancient Emperor’s old body trembled slightly, his chest burning with fierce anger.

This Chen Changsheng was truly despicable!

Yet, at this moment, he could only hold back.

Taking a deep breath, he forced his fury down and said with a calm shake of his head, “In front of a master like Young Master Chen, you can only be considered a petty clown.”

“Father…” Gu Shaobai panted heavily, his face contorted, his body shaking violently like a wounded beast.

“That’s enough. No more words. The final trial is over. Everyone, disperse.”

The Ancient Emperor’s voice was cool as he waved dismissively, then swiftly took to the air, leaving without delay.

“Hmph!”

Gu Shaobai cast a cold glare at Chen Changsheng from afar and snorted before following his father.

All eyes turned sympathetically toward Chen Changsheng.

This Young Master Chen must have lost his mind—who in their right mind would provoke Gu Shao? Now he bore a death sentence marked clearly on his face.

No one had ever seen such reckless foolishness.

Shaking their heads, the crowd gradually dispersed.

“Princess Qian Xue! Princess Qian Xue!”

Lou Meisha hurriedly called out to the departing Eastern Palace Princess Qian Xue.

“Please wait.”

“Empress, what is this about?” The Mo Lou Holy Kingdom’s strong warriors who followed her looked on in disbelief.

The Princess of the Chunqiu Holy Kingdom had just slain their prince—an enemy to them all.

Yet now, the Empress’s attitude toward the princess was... unexpected.

“You need not worry for now. I will explain everything when the time is right. For now, return to your quarters,” Lou Meisha said, waving them away.

The Mo Lou warriors exchanged bewildered glances but obeyed.

“Princess Qian Xue, what you just said—was it true?”

Lou Meisha approached the princess urgently, her flawless face a mixture of excitement and reverence, not a trace of the imperial aura she usually bore.

“Of course it is,” Princess Qian Xue replied, tilting her head slightly, a proud expression gracing her exquisite face. “Young Master Chen is indeed from that immortal and divine realm. As for me, I am but a pawn in his hands.”

“What? That Young Master Chen is actually an immortal deity from that immortal and divine realm?”

Lou Meisha trembled violently, her jaw nearly shattering, her heart overwhelmed by shock.

Too terrifying... no wonder Chen Changsheng had shown such disdain for the Ancient Emperor and his son.

In the face of an immortal deity, the Ancient Emperor and his son were nothing.

“Then, Princess Qian Xue, could you perhaps introduce me to Young Master Chen?”

Lou Meisha stammered, utterly deferential.

“That should be possible,” Princess Qian Xue nodded. “Young Master Chen’s mindset has long since returned to simplicity. He considers himself merely a mortal and is quite approachable.”

Princess Qian Xue knew Chen Changsheng’s character well—he was rather hospitable.

Especially when the other party was a beauty, his hospitality became even more pronounced.

“Th-thank you so much!”

Lou Meisha’s cheeks flushed with joy, the dignity of an empress cast aside entirely.

Wonderful! She was about to meet a being from the immortal and divine realm!

Her heart raced with excitement, the sorrow brought by Mo Yinyue’s death completely swept away by this overwhelming happiness.