Chapter 73: I Truly Am Nothing More Than a Mortal!
“Damn, damn, damn!” The Blood Demon Ancestor was so shocked that he could not help but curse outright. “That’s the true body of the Sword of All Life! My heavens, the true Sword of All Life—how could it possibly appear in a low-tier world like the Realm of Snow and Song?
Ahh, Young Master Chen, just who are you? Why are you here in the Realm of Snow and Song, and why has even the true form of the Sword of All Life appeared here?
Wow, I see now! This must be a grand scheme you’ve orchestrated!”
Chen Changsheng: “…”
Scheme, my ass. I’m just an ordinary mortal!
The others all turned their gazes toward the mountain where Mu Wanqing stood.
There, the shadow of a colossal pitch-black battle sword loomed atop the peak, shrouded in a deathly aura that chilled the soul.
“Heavens above, that’s the true body of the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword.”
The Blood Demon Ancestor exclaimed, “Damn it, this is beyond shocking! In this godforsaken Realm of Snow and Song, even the true Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword has appeared!
It’s confirmed—this is without doubt a massive scheme set by you, Young Master Chen!”
Chen Changsheng: “…”
Let me repeat myself—I really am just an ordinary mortal!
Finally, everyone looked to the mountain where Huangfu Meng resided.
There, a guqin hovered in the air, silent and unmoving, yet from the mountain faint strains of music could be heard, drifting on the wind.
“Wow! That is the Guqin of the Emperor of Strings!”
The Blood Demon Ancestor’s voice trembled, “Heavens, this Huangfu Meng is actually the reborn Emperor of Strings!
The Emperor of Strings has been reborn here, in this desolate place—this is more than enough to leave me dumbfounded!
It’s absolutely certain—this is all part of your grand design, Young Master Chen!”
Chen Changsheng: “…”
He felt a growing sense of helplessness. Very well, old demon, whatever you say.
“This Realm of Snow and Song is anything but simple. When Tianwu tampered with me and sent me here through the Gate of Void, there was clearly a purpose behind it.”
The Blood Demon Ancestor was still rambling, unable to contain his shock. “I vaguely recall a legend from the Divine Realm—that the Sword of All Life is the supreme treasure of the Chaos God Clan, while the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword is the supreme treasure of the Chaos Demon Clan.
After the war between gods and demons, both swords were shattered. Who would have thought that the true forms of these two peerless swords would end up here in the Realm of Snow and Song?”
“The War of Gods and Demons?”
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. It seemed the old demon’s memory had recovered well—he could even recall such ancient legends from the Divine Realm.
Days slipped quietly by.
On the five peaks each occupied by Donggong Qianxue, Nalan Ruoshui, Mu Wanqing, Bing Muer, and Huangfu Meng, the miraculous phenomena grew ever more pronounced.
Ancient auras swept from each of the five mountains, as if five deities and demons had each taken up residence upon their own peak.
On the seventh day—
A thunderous dragon’s roar suddenly erupted from the mountain where Bing Muer was.
A golden divine dragon soared up from the peak, streaking swiftly through the sky toward them.
Above everyone’s heads, the dragon instantly transformed back into Bing Muer’s original form, descending gracefully to the ground and walking toward Chen Changsheng with an elegant poise.
Every gesture now radiated an even loftier nobility than before.
She now possessed the purest bloodline of the ancient dragon race.
“Thank you, Young Master Chen, for bestowing upon me such fortune.”
Bing Muer bowed respectfully to Chen Changsheng.
“You’re too polite, Princess. The Phoenix of Fire and Rebirth is nothing more than a common vegetable to me,” Chen Changsheng replied with an offhand wave.
Bing Muer’s heart surged with shock.
Then—
A seven-colored divine phoenix soared from Donggong Qianxue’s mountain, its wings spanning a hundred meters, dazzling and resplendent.
“So beautiful…” Chen Die’er breathed, her doll-like face alight with joy.
The seven-colored phoenix swept over, transforming back into Donggong Qianxue, who bowed to Chen Changsheng, “Thank you, Young Master Chen, for bestowing this fortune.”
Boom!
From Nalan Ruoshui’s mountain, a golden war sword shot into the sky, then changed back to its original form, as she bowed respectfully to Chen Changsheng, “Thank you, Young Master Chen, for bestowing this fortune.”
Boom!
From Mu Wanqing’s mountain, a pitch-black demon sword soared upward, then returned to its original form, as she bowed, “Thank you, Young Master Chen, for bestowing this fortune.”
Boom!
From Huangfu Meng’s mountain, a guqin shot into the sky, then returned to its original form, as she bowed, “Thank you, Young Master Chen, for bestowing this fortune.”
Chen Changsheng could only offer a helpless, faint smile, waving his hand, “You’re all too polite. It was just a hotpot meal, wasn’t it?”
Everyone had long since become numb to his overwhelming presence.
Looking at the five beauties before him, Chen Changsheng nodded to himself in secret.
Not bad—five golden blossoms!
“Young Master Chen, I am, after all, the little princess of Southern Commandery City. Now that that scoundrel is dead, the city lord’s manor is likely in chaos. I must return to set things in order,” Bing Muer said in farewell to Chen Changsheng.
Southern Commandery City oversaw the entire southern domain. With Bing Changtian, Bai Linglong, and Bing Miaoguo all dead, Bing Muer, as the young princess, naturally succeeded as city lord.
“Go on. The affairs of the city lord’s manor are yours to handle,” Chen Changsheng replied with an easy smile.
“Let’s go, Elder Hua!” Bing Muer did not delay further. She beckoned, and together they hurried down the mountain.
One after another, apart from Donggong Qianxue—who was bound to remain as Chen Die’er’s maid for a month—Nalan Ruoshui, Mu Wanqing, and Huangfu Meng also took their leave.
After all, they had each gained tremendous fortune and had much to attend to.
In the blink of an eye, only Chen Changsheng and his daughter remained, along with Donggong Qianxue—and, of course, the Blood Demon Ancestor, who still hid within Chen Die’er’s necklace.
“The entire landscape of the Spring and Autumn Empire is about to be upended. A storm of blood and turmoil will surely follow…” Donggong Qianxue sighed softly as she watched the others depart.
“Your Highness, once you’ve finished serving as my daughter’s maid for a month, you should return as well. The Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation is the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation’s greatest treasure—it cannot be lost for long,” Chen Changsheng remarked, unconcerned by any coming chaos, as he was “just a mortal.”
“Yes,” Donggong Qianxue nodded. “Not only must I return the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation as soon as possible, I must also attend the Banquet of Eminence.”
“The Banquet of Eminence?” Chen Changsheng raised his brows, curiosity in his eyes.
Donggong Qianxue explained, “Young Master Chen, the Banquet of Eminence is a martial gathering jointly held by all thirty-six Sacred Nations of the Eastern Domain. All participants must be princes or princesses of the various Sacred Lords.
I have no siblings, so I cannot shirk this martial banquet.”