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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe corner of Lan Hua’s mouth twitched. He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to vomit blood. Then, he spoke, “I heard that you’re going to the Immortal Rainbow Palace in the Heaven beyond Heavens to participate in the Mystic Spirits and Immortals Meeting. Is that true?”

n“Yes.”

n“Where Chen Ge is?”

nShen Ying tilted her head and stared at him. “You know him?”

nLan Hua stared blankly back at her, and a strange look flashed across his face. A few seconds later, he answered, “That’s not important! I have come to tell you that those Celestial Emperors are all baddies.”

n“Oh.” Shen Ying pulled the blanket up to her chin.

n“You don’t believe me?” Lan Hua was even more anxious now. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it back down. “I’m telling the truth – especially Chen Ge. Although his reputation is the best amongst all the ten Celestial Emperors, nobody knows what exactly he did while in hiding.” As if recalling something, Lan Hua frowned. “You need to be careful! It’s best for you not to continue associating with these people. Do you understand?”

n“Oh.”

n“But there are so many people who will be participating in the competition. I think you wouldn’t be able to meet him.”

n“I’m not taking part in the competition.”

n“What!” Lan Hua was shocked.

nHe only knew about this because he had left his projection behind and overheard some disciples in the sect speaking about the Mystic Spirits and Immortals Meeting. He became anxious and rushed over to warn her. Now that he thought about it, she was merely an Earth Immortal and her immortal Qi was almost non-existent. It was true that she was not qualified to take part in the competition.

nIt seemed that he had panicked for no reason. He let out a long sigh. “It’s best for you not to go at all?”

n“I have to go.”

n“What?” He had just relaxed, but now he felt his blood heating up once more. If he weren’t a projection, he would have vomited blood by now. “If you’re not participating in the competition, what are you going there for?”

n“Father Niu told me to.” She did not even want to go either.

n“What Father Niu?”

n“The Elder in charge of the finances of my sect.”

n“Is your elder crazy?” Lan Hua sounded anxious again. The figure floated back and forth in front of her. “Is there nobody left around here? Why would he send a little Earth Immortal like you over there to join in the crowd? The Heavens beyond Heaven is not a fun place to be in. Listen to me. Don’t go!”

n“I don’t think that’s possible.”

n“Why not?”

n“Because… I think I’m the sect master.”

n“……”

nHuh?

n(⊙_⊙)

nLan Hua stared at her for several seconds without saying anything.

nSect Master! Her?

n“Can I ask you something?”

n“Hm?”

n“The people in your sect… have they gone insane from inhaling too much demonic Qi?” Why did they choose an Earth Immortal to be their sect master!

n“…”

nHe was just about to ask more questions, but his figure suddenly shook violently and began to fade away slowly. It was clear that he would not be around much longer. He began to panic and quickly instructed, “My projection is not going to hold on for much longer. Remember to be careful around Chen Ge. He’s not a good immortal. Make ample preparation and prepare all your immortal treasures and equipment. Put them on the Day-Concealing Blanket that I gave to you the last time, along with the Water-Cutting Silk and Soul-Protection Hairpin. Oh yes, and the Day-Setting Bell… put them all on.” He eagerly recited a list of strange equipment as his voice became fainter and fainter. Just before he disappeared, he added one last sentence.

n“This just won’t do; go to Willow Forest a hundred miles from here to look for me! I have to go. Remember not to tell anyone that I came by here today…”

nAs he finished speaking, the black figure disappeared without a trace.

n“Oh…” Shen Ying nodded seriously. Then, she turned around to address the two people who had been standing at the door the entire time. “This is not counted as telling people right?”

nYi Qing: “…”

nLonemoon: “…”

nA while later…

n“A hundred miles from here – the Willow Forest in the southwest corner!”

n“Me, go, catch!”

nWith a swoosh, Yi Qing drew his sword and exuded a formidable aura. In a flash, he flew out of the sect.

nLittle bastard, just you wait and see.

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nTwo hours later, in the main hall of the Invincible Sect.

nYi Qing and Lonemoon were seated in a line on the right while Bitao, Feng Ying and Qi Chengyu were seated on the left. They were all looking at the demon in the middle, who had been beaten to a pulp.

nNobody said a word. The entire hall was filled with only the noise of Shen Ying chewing on her fruit while seated at the head.

n“Who are you?” Lonemoon finally asked in a low voice. “You invaded Invincible Sect in the middle of the night. What was your motive?”

nLan Hua just felt like all of the bones in his body had been broken. He glared at Shen Ying and felt the resentment well up within him. Didn’t he tell her not to tell anyone else? Indeed, none of the immortal cultivators can be trusted!

n“Speak!” Seeing that Lan Hua was not answering Lonemoon, Yi Qing raised his hand and formed five or six immortal swords with the immortal Qi around him. The swords charged toward Lan Hua, causing him to retreat until he could move back no further.

nThe wounds on Lan Hua’s body were hurting even more badly. Thinking about what happened back at Willow Forest made him want to vomit blood. He had been cultivating for so many years. Although he was not yet a Skyfiend, he was still comparable to a Celestial Emperor – and that was being humble. He had never expected that he would be so badly injured by a sword immortal! F*cking hell, sword immortals were really perverted. This one in particular!

nHe glanced at the immortal swords in front of him. He gritted his teeth, unwilling to take another beating. Indignantly, he revealed his identity, “My name is Lan Hua!” He laughed mirthlessly and looked directly and Lonemoon and Yi Qing, waiting for the fear and shock to show on their faces. That’s right! He’s Lan Hua! The Demon Prince Lan Hua!

n“Lan Hua…” Lonemoon frowned. “Who?” What kind of stupid name was that? Why not Ye Hua?

n“…” Lan Hua felt like he had been stabbed.

n“Bitao, you’ve been in the immortal realm for the longest time. Have you heard of him?”

n“Lan Hua… Lan…” Bitao lowered his head, deep in thought. After awhile, he looked up and confirmed, “Never.”

n“…” Lan Hua felt like he had just been stabbed again.

n“Impossible!” Now, he was panicking. He struggled to sit up. “Think carefully. I am the Demon Prince Lan Hua of the Heavens beyond Heaven! I was the one who challenged the ten Celestial Emperors a thousand years ago! How could none of you have heard of me?”

n“We haven’t!” Everyone replied in unison, including Shen Ying, who was still eating her fruit.

n“…” He really wanted to vomit blood!

nLonemoon: “There are Demonic Princes in the immortal realm?”

nBitao: “I’m hearing this for the first time as well.”

nQi Chengyu: “I guess there is. Wasn’t I a demon supremacy before?”

nShen Ying: “I’ve seen a demon king before.”

nYi Qing: “This one is probably too weak to be called a king!”

nSystem: Ding! Whether you add the “king” title or not, he’s still an ordinary man!

nLan Hua: “…”

nThat’s enough! Enough of all these insults!

nLan Hua had been in hiding for several years and had become a demon tens of thousands of years ago. This was the first time he was hearing that his name was not known. What was the point of all the fighting, hiding and fear of being discovered by his enemies all these thousands of years? What exactly did he go through all of that for?

nDemons were so hopeless…

n“Cut to the chase!” Lonemoon was getting irritated now. He looked at the man was now beginning to resemble an eggplant. “You’ve invaded Invincible Sect twice now. What exactly do you want?”

nLan Hua tried not to show that his heart felt like it had been shattered into pieces. He glared at Shen Ying indignantly, surrendering to his fate. “Before this, I came to absorb all the demonic Qi and increase my cultivation level.”

n“How about tonight?”

n“For her!” He continued to look at Shen Ying. “I did not want to come here either, but she has something of mine.”

nLonemoon’s expression changed. That’s not right. Shen Ying had already handed over everything that he gave her. What else was she keeping for herself?

n“What is it?”

nThe look Lan Hua gave Shen Ying spoke of volumes of injustice. He answered with two simple words, “My heart.”

nShen Ying: “…”

nLonemoon: “…”

nThere was a swoosh. Suddenly, an immortal sword was right at Lan Hua’s neck. Yi Qing’s sword Qi could be felt all around. Very deliberately, Yi Qing asked, “Do you want to be cut into multiple pieces?” Indeed, this is another little bastard who is trying to steal my master!

nThe group: “…”

nDid they… just listen to the demonic prince’s extreme attempt to woo Shen Ying?

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