Chapter 114: Journey to the Sacred Realm

The Blood Demon Patriarch's breath caught, then he laughed heartily twice. "Yes, Young Master Chen, you are merely 'a mere mortal.' Ha ha, what an interesting 'mere mortal' you are."

In this world, no one was more peculiar than Young Master Chen. Despite possessing terrifying cultivation, he persistently regarded himself as nothing more than an ordinary human.

"Old man, you should return to the little wooden puppet now," Chen Die'er said to the Blood Demon Patriarch.

"Very well. I have absorbed quite a bit of blood essence this time and should indeed digest it," the Blood Demon Patriarch chuckled, then transformed into a wisp of black smoke and entered the necklace around Chen Die'er's neck.

"Die'er, soon we will leave here and follow Princess Qianxue of the Eastern Palace to the Sacred Domain," Chen Changsheng said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Before we leave, I think we should tidy up that orchard. Go fetch a hoe and a water scoop; let's weed and water the fruit trees and vegetables."

"Alright, Father," Chen Die'er replied, turning to go.

Watching her small figure, Chen Changsheng smiled contentedly. "This little one is truly not bad. Besides being a foodie and always filled with countless questions, I really can't find any other faults. Whatever she's asked to do, she does without complaint."

Soon, Chen Die'er returned, carrying a hoe on her shoulder and a water scoop in her hand. "Father, let’s go to the orchard."

"Good," Chen Changsheng said, taking the hoe from her and slinging it over his own shoulder.

The father and daughter headed straight for the orchard.

"Father, why were Hua Manlou and the three ancient masters of the Baidan Holy Nation able to transform into trees and bloom such beautiful flowers?" Chen Die'er asked as she walked ahead, water scoop in hand.

Chen Changsheng pondered for a moment. "It probably has to do with the seeds they possess. Didn’t the Blood Demon Patriarch say they each hold one seed from spring, summer, autumn, and winter?"

"But Father, how can seeds be planted inside their bodies?" Chen Die'er pressed on.

Chen Changsheng’s breath caught slightly. "Die'er, your habit of digging to the root of every question hasn’t changed."

"Oh, Father, I will definitely change," she promised.

Yet it wasn’t long before Chen Die'er asked again, completely forgetting her vow. "Father, why do the flowers that bloom from Hua Manlou and the three ancient masters all look different?"

"Because they each represent a season. Naturally, the flowers they bloom differ according to the season," Chen Changsheng explained.

"Father, then why are there only four seasons, and not five or six?"

"The four seasons are determined by the climate."

"Father, why is the climate different in each of the four seasons?"

"That’s because of the varying distance from the sun to this Singing Snow Realm."

"……"

"……"

Time slipped away silently.

The day came for Princess Qianxue of the Eastern Palace to depart for the Sacred Domain.

That day, Princess Qianxue boarded her super luxurious flying vessel and arrived again at Qingshui Town to pick up Chen Changsheng and his daughter.

On the flying vessel were, besides Princess Qianxue, Eastern Palace Fu, the Holy Empress, Bing Muer, Nalan Qianxue, Mu Wanqing, and Huangfu Meng.

At that time, Dantai Wushuang had said that Princess Qianxue could bring up to ten relatives into the Sacred Domain. Including Chen Changsheng and his daughter, there were exactly nine.

"Young Master Chen, this is your secluded residence, truly a place of feng shui," Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress said, their faces suddenly showing astonishment at the dense spiritual energy that seemed almost impossible to dissipate.

"Whether it’s a feng shui treasure spot, I don’t know," Chen Changsheng smiled faintly, "I just picked this place at random."

"Mother, Father, Young Master Chen’s place isn’t just brimming with spiritual energy; every flower and blade of grass here contains an incredibly fearsome natural Dao," Princess Qianxue whispered to Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress.

Hearing this, Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress quickly focused their senses and confirmed that the wooden house before them, each flower and grass, even the grains of soil, all contained a terrifying natural Dao.

A crackling sound echoed as both Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress trembled violently, gasping for breath.

Terrifying. This Young Master Chen was truly frightful to the extreme.

"Holy Emperor, Holy Empress, after we return from the Sacred Domain, you two should come visit me sometime. Though my place is rather humble, just a dilapidated wooden house," Chen Changsheng said with a faint smile.

"Young Master Chen, can we really visit here in the future?" The Holy Empress could hardly believe her ears, eyes wide and heart pounding wildly. Could it be true that Young Master Chen actually invited them to his humble abode?

Eastern Palace Fu’s body trembled again, his breathing quick and face flushed red.

"Of course. Before I leave this place, you can come visit anytime," Chen Changsheng said calmly.

"Yes, yes, we will! We definitely will!" Both Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress were overjoyed, practically losing their bearings.

Chen Changsheng watched their expressions and thought to himself, I was just speaking casually; is there really any need to be so overwhelmed?

They lacked the composure expected of a Holy Emperor and Holy Empress.

Without further delay, they boarded the flying vessel with Chen Changsheng and his daughter.

Princess Qianxue guided the flying vessel upward, soaring rapidly toward the Sacred Domain.

The Sacred Domain lay in the central region of the Singing Snow Realm, a great distance from the Eastern Domain to the Central Domain.

The Blood Demon Patriarch had once told Chen Changsheng that the Singing Snow Realm was only about one ten-thousandth the size of the Realm of the Gods.

How immense the Realm of the Gods was, one could scarcely imagine.

"By the way, Young Master Chen, you said before that before you leave, we can visit your residence anytime," the Holy Empress asked, her brows knit slightly. "Does that mean you will be leaving here in the future?"

"Yes," Chen Changsheng nodded calmly. "In the future, I will enter the Realm of the Gods to seek the path to immortality."

"Realm of the Gods?" Both the Holy Empress and Eastern Palace Fu’s faces changed color as their eyes instinctively flicked to the necklace around Chen Die'er's neck.

Within that necklace was sealed an ancient demon who had once said he came from the Realm of the Gods during the annihilation of the Baidan Holy Nation.

"Yes, Mother, Father, Young Master Chen told us this before. He will go to the Realm of the Gods in the future, and he will bring some of us along," Princess Qianxue said happily.

Bing Muer, Nalan Ruoshui, and the others also showed mixed expressions of joy and pride.

"Haha, this is truly wonderful news," Eastern Palace Fu laughed. "Xue’er, if you can really follow Young Master Chen into the Realm of the Gods someday, that would be excellent."

At the same time, Eastern Palace Fu and the Holy Empress sighed inwardly, their suspicions confirmed: Young Master Chen and his daughter were themselves powerful beings from the Realm of the Gods, merely returning home.

This explained why such a terrifying father and daughter suddenly appeared in Qingshui Town.

"By the way, Young Master Chen, what kind of world is the Realm of the Gods exactly?" the Holy Empress asked softly, blinking her eyes.