Chapter 51: Get Out (Seventh Update)

“It’s been rumored for some time that the Prince intends to host a grand celebration for the young princess. It appears the rumors are true.” Elder Hua frowned slightly. “The prince must be coming to take the young princess back for the celebration.”

“Hmph!”

Bing Muer let out a cold snort, saying nothing, her expression growing even more frigid.

Before long, the massive flying vessel hovered above the City Lord’s residence, slowly descending.

Surrounded by a retinue of attendants, Bing Changtian stepped off the vessel. At the sight of Bing Muer, he burst into hearty laughter. “Ha! Muer, so much time has passed since the Tomb of the Demon Emperor incident. Why haven’t you returned to the county city? Linglong and I both miss you terribly. Linglong talks about you every day.”

Suddenly, the air around them dropped to an icy chill.

Countless ice swords whistled into existence, hurtling toward Bing Changtian at blistering speed.

Bing Muer had attacked.

Without the slightest hesitation!

“Muer!” Bing Changtian shouted, a surge of powerful energy erupting from him just in time to block the onslaught of ice swords.

Fortunately, he had been on guard; otherwise, he would have been riddled through like a sieve.

With but a casual gesture, she summoned endless ice swords—her mastery of the Profound Ice Technique had clearly reached its ninth tier.

And the Fire Curse was truly gone from her body!

Bing Changtian seethed with rage, barely restraining the urge to kill Bing Muer where she stood. This unfilial child dared to attack her own father without a word, having entirely discarded any sense of family.

Yet on the surface, he laughed heartily, “Ah, Muer, your Profound Ice Technique has broken through to the ninth tier—what a cause for celebration!”

With a wave of his arm, he shattered all the ice swords.

Bing Muer remained silent, fixing him with a cold, unyielding gaze.

Bing Changtian then snorted, “It’s all that wretched Linglong’s fault. She was foolish in her youth and planted the Fire Curse in your body. Otherwise, with your talent, your Profound Ice Technique would have reached perfection by now. Muer, I want to know—how exactly did that Fire Curse vanish from your body?”

“That’s none of your concern! Get out of my sight—I never want to see you again!” Bing Muer’s voice was icy as she turned to leave.

“Muer, was it that Mister Chen who helped you break the Fire Curse?” Bing Changtian called out after her.

Bing Muer halted, turned around slowly, and replied coldly, enunciating each word, “You are not worthy to speak his name.”

“Muer, I know I made mistakes in the past. But no matter what, you are my daughter—nothing can change that.” Bing Changtian shook his head. “Since your mother’s death, I’ve been tormented by guilt all these years. If I seemed cold, it was only because I couldn’t face you…”

He sighed. “But I know you’ll never forgive me—I don’t dare ask for your forgiveness. Still, your brilliance is plain for all to see. When the Demon Emperor rose again, you sealed him away with a single painting. I am proud of you.”

Bing Muer said nothing, only feeling a wave of disgust.

Bing Changtian pressed on, “You played a vital role in vanquishing the Demon Emperor, saving all of the Southern Domain from disaster. Setting aside our personal grievances, you deserve recognition for this alone. Therefore, I have arranged a celebration in your honor at the city lord’s mansion in the county city. Invitations have gone out to all the great powers, so they may witness your splendor.”

“I’m not interested,” Bing Muer responded frostily.

“Muer, don’t misunderstand. As I’ve said, this celebration is not about our family ties. It is a tribute from everyone in the Southern Domain.”

A broad smile spread across Bing Changtian’s face. “At the celebration, as the Prince of the Southern Domain, I will publicly reward you with a rare and priceless treasure—the Myriad Illusions World!”

The Myriad Illusions World?

Bing Muer frowned slightly. What nonsense was this?

She’d never heard of it.

“Furthermore, I hope that Mister Chen, who stands behind you, can accompany you to the county city for the celebration,” Bing Changtian continued. “It’s said that it was Mister Chen who created the painting that sealed the Demon Emperor. In truth, he is the true hero. How could we hold such a celebration without him?”

“Leave. Now. Immediately!” Bing Muer’s voice was ice-cold. “For you to speak his name is an insult to him!”

“Don’t be angry, Muer. Very well, I’ll leave at once!” Bing Changtian forced a smile, then waved his hand. “Let’s go!”

As Bing Changtian and his entourage departed in the flying vessel, Bing Muer’s expression remained as cold as frost.

“Um, Young Princess, do you intend to attend the celebration?” Elder Hua asked cautiously.

“I worry this is a trap,” he added.

“Indeed, Young Princess, it feels like a setup,” Huangfu Meng chimed in. “In the Tomb of the Demon Emperor, that wretched Bing Miaoguo was driven to her death by you. If this is a plot, and we walk into it blindly, we’ll be delivering ourselves into their hands.”

“There’s no ‘if’—it is a trap for me,” Bing Muer replied grimly, shaking her head. Then she continued, “But there is one thing that wretch was right about: in the defeat of the Demon Emperor, Mister Chen was the real hero. Since he specifically asked for us to invite him, I think we should first seek Mister Chen’s opinion.”

Elder Hua, Huangfu Meng, and Nangong Ba were all taken aback. Then their eyes brightened.

“Indeed, we should hear what Mister Chen thinks first,” Nangong Ba agreed. “He saw through everything in the Tomb of the Demon Emperor. I doubt this celebration will escape his notice. If he disdains it, we won’t go. If he says to go, then we’ll go.”

With Mister Chen on their side, what was there to fear?

Bing Changtian’s petty tricks were nothing but the antics of a clown before Mister Chen!

At once, the group set out for Clearwater Town to seek Mister Chen’s counsel.

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On the mountain where Chen Changsheng lived in seclusion.

“Die’er, go and ask that old demon if he’s remembered where the Gate of the Void is,” Chen Changsheng said to Chen Die’er.

“Father, didn’t you just ask him this morning?” Chen Die’er blinked her bright eyes at him. “He said he was asleep then and can’t recall.”

“Ah, I asked him this morning?” Chen Changsheng was momentarily puzzled, then rubbed his brow. “Even so, ask him again. If he can’t remember, he won’t be getting any more leftovers—let him go hungry, even if I have to throw the food away.”

These days, the Blood Demon Ancestor came out every day to eat leftovers, relishing them as if they were delicacies from the mountains and rivers, each meal delighting his ancient heart.

After eating, he would crawl back into his little puppet body and sleep soundly, claiming it would help him recover his memories more quickly.