Chapter 47: The Imperial Princess (Third Update)

Leaving the Thousand Dragon Path, Bing Changtian pressed on without pause, heading straight for the Sacred Dynasty.

A plot to execute Bing Mu’er and Lord Chen had already formed with crystal clarity in his mind. He would not only eliminate Bing Mu’er and Lord Chen, but seize the chance to destroy a number of top experts from the Southern Domain—most importantly, to severely weaken the power of the Thousand Dragon Path and the Holy Sword Sect.

His journey to the Sacred Dynasty, to borrow the Execution Heaven Sword Formation from the Sacred Emperor, held another intention he had not spoken aloud: using the sword formation to ruthlessly cripple the Thousand Dragon Path and the Holy Sword Sect.

He deeply disliked the current tripartite balance of power in the Southern Domain.

What he desired was for the Southern Domain’s County City to reign supreme, unrivaled.

How could the Thousand Dragon Path and Holy Sword Sect dare to stand as equals with the County City of the Southern Domain?

Especially the Thousand Dragon Path, which possessed the rare treasure, the Thousand Aspects World—if they ascended to become a holy-level sect, the County City would never again have days of raising its head.

Moreover, he was intensely tempted by the Thousand Dragon Path’s supreme treasure, the Thousand Aspects World, now in his possession.

“Hmph! Nir Dragon, you old dog, do you still think I dare not seize your Thousand Aspects World?”

A cold, disdainful smile surfaced on Bing Changtian’s face. “Then watch carefully how I take your Thousand Aspects World from you! Now that this treasure has come into my hands, it will never return to your Thousand Dragon Path!”

…

Qingshui Town.

“How did it go? Was the trip smooth?”

Seeing Bing Mu’er, Elder Hua, Mu Wanqing, Baili Song, Huangfu Meng, and Nangong Ba ascend the mountain, Chen Changsheng smiled and asked.

The six were not strangers here; Chen Changsheng was already familiar with them.

“It went fairly well,” Bing Mu’er stepped forward, respectfully cupping her hands to Chen Changsheng. “Thank you for your assistance, Lord Chen!”

Chen Changsheng blinked in confusion.

Did I do anything?

“Little Princess, you’re too polite,” Chen Changsheng replied helplessly. “I really haven’t done anything.”

Bing Mu’er’s breath caught, momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain.

Clearly, Lord Chen had given her a painting, allowing her to subdue the newly resurrected Demon Emperor. Yet Lord Chen disliked being involved in worldly matters.

Her lips moved silently; she could only change the subject: “The painting you bestowed upon me has now been used, so I return it to you. However, it seems something has been added to it, sullying your artwork. I hope you won’t be angry.”

With that, she took out the painting and handed it to Chen Changsheng.

“Something has been added to the painting?” Chen Changsheng, slightly puzzled, took the artwork and unrolled it.

On the vast ocean, there was now a red dot.

“Hm, indeed, something is there…”

Chen Changsheng’s eyes brightened.

Bing Mu’er, Elder Hua, Mu Wanqing, Baili Song, Huangfu Meng, and Nangong Ba all watched Chen Changsheng anxiously, their nerves stretched to the limit.

Especially Bing Mu’er—her delicate nose already glistened with tiny beads of sweat.

If Lord Chen were to be angered by the painting’s blemish, it would be over for them; they could only submit to his judgment.

“You all look quite nervous,” Chen Changsheng remarked, glancing at the six before him with an odd look and shaking his head with a gentle smile. “No need to be tense. In my eyes, this red dot is the finishing touch.”

The finishing touch?

The group was puzzled.

Yet they breathed a sigh of relief, their admiration for Chen Changsheng deepening.

In the Demon Emperor’s tomb incident, Lord Chen had grasped the entire situation; he surely knew the red dot represented the Demon Emperor absorbed into the painting.

Yet he treated it lightly, calling it merely a red dot, even naming it the finishing touch.

This was the true demeanor and mindset of one of sacred character.

The peerless Demon Emperor, in his eyes, was nothing more than a small red dot, not even stirring a ripple within him.

“Die’er, bring me the brush and pigments,” Chen Changsheng instructed Chen Die’er.

“Alright, Dad,” Chen Die’er chirped and soon returned with brush and colors, handing them to him.

Chen Changsheng dipped his brush and began painting over the red dot.

In just moments, he tossed the brush aside. “There, it’s done. With this, the painting’s spirit is even more complete.”

The group looked curiously, then froze in astonishment, exclaiming, “It truly is the finishing touch!”

On the vast ocean, a blazing crimson sun was rising, infusing the entire painting with vitality.

On the shore, he had also painted an ancient tower.

With the rising sun and ancient tower reflecting one another, the painting’s meaning became profound.

It was an unexpected transformation—Lord Chen had turned the Demon Emperor, reduced to a red dot, directly into a rising sun.

Yet as their gaze lingered on the painting, they felt the sun’s divine radiance nearly blind them.

This was the sacred brilliance of the Great Dao!

Their hearts pounded wildly; they quickly looked away, no longer daring to gaze at the painting.

Within the painting.

“Ah, damn it!” the Demon Emperor roared.

He suddenly sensed a terrifying sealing force binding him tightly, rendering him completely immobile.

“Lord Chen—it must be that Lord Chen—what did he paint now?”

The Demon Emperor was close to tears. “Lord Chen, Lord Chen, let’s talk this out!”

He had just been resurrected from the Demon Emperor’s tomb, only to be absorbed into a painting by Lord Chen.

Now, there was an even more dreadful sealing force pinning him down.

He was once a mighty being who dominated eternity.

Yet now, he was being toyed with like a dog by a Lord Chen who appeared out of nowhere.

Chen Changsheng rolled up the painting and handed it to Bing Mu’er. “Take it; I meant to give it to you.”

“Ah…” Bing Mu’er was stunned.

“What is it?” Chen Changsheng frowned slightly. “You don’t want it?”

“No, that’s not it.” Bing Mu’er, flustered, reached out and snatched the painting away.

Chen Changsheng: “….”

“Thank you, Lord Chen!” Bing Mu’er said, overjoyed and respectfully.

“Little Princess, no need for thanks,” Chen Changsheng waved his hand. “This painting was meant for you from the start.”

…

Sacred Dynasty.

“Bing Changtian, Lord of the Southern Domain’s County City, pays respects to the Sacred Emperor!”

Bing Changtian knelt before the imperial court, speaking respectfully.

Not long after, a tall, graceful young woman appeared, wearing a phoenix crown, moving with elegant steps. Though her face was veiled in white gauze, one could still glimpse the extreme beauty beneath.

With her arrival, Bing Changtian felt a suffocating pressure.

He was the Lord of the County City, of noble identity, yet in the presence of this veiled woman, he felt like nothing more than a beggar.

The noble aura emanating from her was overwhelming; every gesture exuded elegance and dignity, compelling one to submit beneath her flowing robes.

“Bing Changtian, Lord of the Southern Domain’s County City, pays respects to the Princess!”

Bing Changtian hurriedly cupped his hands, his demeanor utterly humble.