Chapter 202

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Xuan Ge and the others slowly walked out of the Ming Ancient Land.

Han Yuan Jun stood not far away, her gaze falling on Xuan Ge, and she lightly lifted her chin.

She signaled to Dan Heng beside her, her eyes indicating he could close the great sea now.

This place shall be the judgment ground.

Situated between the Ming Ancient Land and the Xianzhou Sky-People Residence, the position was just right — both solemn and allowing all parties to bear witness.

Dan Heng nodded, said nothing more, and slowly raised his right hand.

The great seas divided on either side of the Lin Yuan Jing slowly closed toward the center, waves surging, finally merging completely, restoring their former appearance.

"Dan Heng, let me ask you, can you finely control water flow?"

Xing stepped forward quickly, eyes shining bright, face full of curiosity as she asked.

Dan Heng froze for a moment, then lightly nodded, tone flat: "I can."

A cunning, wicked smile immediately appeared on Xing's face.

Dan Heng looked at her smile, his expression instantly turning helpless.

He instantly read Xing's mind — she wanted him to be responsible for cleaning the Astral Express's hygiene from now on.

"Xuan Ge~"

Han Yuan Jun walked forward slowly, white eyelashes trembling lightly, ice-blue pupils gazing gently at Xuan Ge.

"Go ahead." Xuan Ge lightly nodded, his tone carrying a few degrees of indulgence.

Seeing this, Ling Sha tactfully stepped aside, yielding her position to Han Yuan Jun.

Han Yuan Jun walked forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ling Sha, her expression composed.

Huan Long stood to the side, watching Han Yuan Jun join Xuan Ge's harem lineup, and complained in a low voice.

"There are already two refrigerators at home, and now another one comes?"

The two refrigerators she spoke of naturally referred to Jing Liu and Xing Xiao — both had cold dispositions and chilly auras.

Han Yuan Jun glanced at Huan Long, ignoring her complaint.

She waved a hand, and a burst of bone-piercing cold aura swept out, instantly freezing the sea surface of the Lin Yuan Jing.

Immediately after, ninety-nine ice steps slowly rose, leading straight up to the heights.

"Hehe~" Huai Yan chuckled lightly, a golden glittering ore appearing in his palm, his gaze turning to Ren.

Ren understood instantly, lightly nodded, stepped forward, ready to assist his master.

Huai Yan opened the casting furnace, flames blazing, warmth dispelling the icy cold.

Ren held forging tools, hammering and refining the ore with focused, practiced, and neat movements.

Xuan Ge stood to the side, did not stop them, expression calm.

He did not need to declare it to the world, nor declare it to the gods.

As the Xuan Emperor, he only needed to be responsible to the myriad people of the Xian Zhou, and that was enough.

"Little Ying Xing, didn't expect you had planned this early on." Huai Yan looked at the dragon throne prototype Ren forged, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

It was the style of twin dragons coiling on the armrests, exquisite and majestic, obviously prepared long in advance.

"Master, you haven't seen Xuan Ge's General's Mansion yet."

Ren gathered Path Power in his palm, meticulously shaping the dragon throne's details, smiling as he said: "Of course, now, it can indeed be called the Imperial Palace."

"Uh...." Huai Yan's beard-stroking motion paused, then he looked at Xuan Ge, his expression somewhat unnatural.

He was now Xuan Ge's subject, so naturally he could no longer lecture Xuan Ge with the air of a senior like before.

Ren soon finished forging the dragon throne, golden light flashing, majestic and imposing.

Jing Yuan raised his hand to summon the Divine Lord, both hands respectfully holding the dragon throne, then steadily placed it atop the ice steps Han Yuan Jun had built.

"Bring the people up." Xuan Ge ordered Bai Qi in a deep voice, then turned and walked up the ice steps step by step.

He reached the dragon throne, slowly sat down, and the pressure emanating from him instantly spread out.

Ling Sha led Huan Long, Han Yuan Jun, and the other imperial concubines to stand at the lower position on Xuan Ge's right hand.

Hua Ze led Huai Yan, Jing Yuan, and the other heavenly generals to stand at the lower position on Xuan Ge's left hand.

"Let's go." Ji Zi took March 7th's hand, her eyes signaling Xing, Welt, and the others to follow.

"What about Dan Heng?" Xing turned her head to look, seeing Dan Heng standing among a group of dragon people, and asked curiously.

"He is the Dragon Venerable of Shen Wu, at this time, he naturally has to stand there." Welt pushed his glasses, explaining softly.

The Astral Express group, as witnesses to this judgment, naturally had their own designated positions.

They stood between the Shen Wu Grand General's corps and the Ming Dragon Venerable's corps, quietly watching ahead.

Xuan Ge sat on the dragon throne, his gaze sweeping over those below.

The Cloud Knight Corps and Shen Wu Corps stood fixed on left and right, neat and orderly; the ministers also all stood in their own positions.

Only he alone sat in the high seat, looking down on all beings.

An indescribable sense of loneliness quietly welled up in his heart.

"Father!"

A clear voice rang out, Xuan Ge raised his eyes to look, and saw Xuan Xing walking over quickly, with Xing Xiao following behind.

"Daddy~"

A soft and adorable voice rang out; Xuan Meng Er broke free from Da Li Hua's hand and ran straight toward Xuan Ge.

She reached out her little hand, wanting to grab Xuan Ge's sleeve; Da Li Hua behind her hurriedly stretched out a hand to block her.

"Meng Er, you mustn't..."

But Xuan Ge had already bent down, scooping Xuan Meng Er into his arms in one motion, his movements gentle to the extreme.

Seeing this, Xuan Xing Jian was very tactful; he did not step forward to disturb them, and instead walked over to stand beside his older brother Xuan Yao.

He knew clearly in his heart that Father was famous for spoiling his daughter.

Within the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, there was not a single blond; even if born blond, one must dye their hair.

Even that Rakshasa, when usually entering the General's Mansion, had to wear a hood, afraid of displeasing Father.

"Mother~" Xuan Jing held Jing Liu's hand, looked up at her, and wanted to go find Father herself.

Jing Liu glanced at Kafka and Xuan Fu'er standing quietly in the formation; she smiled softly and said, "This is a solemn occasion; afterward your father will come find you, be good."

Afraid Xuan Jing would be sad, Jing Liu added another sentence: "If he dares not come, Mother will deal with him."

Xuan Jing nodded bewilderedly, but then felt something was off, and asked in confusion, "Mother, but every time you want to scold Father, your legs shake~ Is Father's lower body kung fu very impressive?"

"Heh~" Xing Xiao chuckled lightly; she knew Jing Liu went to find Xuan Ge, saying she would deal with him, but ended up lying in bed resting for half a day, and still had to force herself out of bed to teach Jing Er swordsmanship.

"You're the same." Jing Liu's ear roots reddened as she looked at Xing Xiao.

Da Li Hua ignored the bickering beside her; she watched Xuan Ge spoiling Meng Er, and her purple eyes grew increasingly pink and tender.

The hearts in her pupils grew ever denser; she clamped her thighs slightly, forcibly enduring the palpitations in her heart, and silently stood behind Ling Sha.

"Da Li Hua you..." Ling Sha turned her head, saw Da Li Hua's state, and helplessly pressed her forehead.

Every time she sees Xuan Ge spoil Meng Er, she is in this state of nearly losing control.

"What 'what me', I also want to wear this outfit."

Da Li Hua lightly bumped Ling Sha's robe with her tail, smiling as she said, "Ling Sha, make me one too."

"Make it yourself." Ling Sha said in a low voice with displeasure, her tone full of helplessness.

"Sit myself? Fine then, tonight I'll go find the Emperor~"

Da Li Hua pretended not to understand her refusal, eyes staring straight at Xuan Ge on the Dragon Throne, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.

Ling Sha: "..........."

She sighed inwardly, exerted all her strength, yet still could not overcome Da Li Hua's shamelessness.

No wonder Da Li Hua is so spoiled by Xuan Ge, able to be this unbridled.

"Meng Er, how has it been staying at the Yonghuo Guanyi?"

Xuan Ge dotingly rubbed Xuan Meng Er's cheek.

Xuan Meng Er wrapped her little devil tail around Xuan Ge's wrist, smiling softly: "Yang Tou treats me well, but many people are afraid of me~"

"Yang Tou... uh, alright."

Xuan Ge shook his head helplessly, catching sight of Bai Qi already leading people over from far away, and said softly, "How about after Father finishes his business, he accompanies you out to play?"

"Father busy~ I'll go find Older Brother~"

Xuan Meng Er kissed Xuan Ge's side face, then let go of her tail and hopped and skipped toward Xuan Yao and Xuan Xing.

Xuan Ge watched his daughter's retreating figure; the gentleness in his eyes gradually faded.

He raised his gaze; coldness swept over the dense crowd below, his eyes icy and piercing.

Those people, called Xian Zhou citizens, were in truth all pests harming the Xian Zhou.

He just wanted to cross his legs, strike a casual pose, when a light cough from Hua came from beside him.

Hua's gaze swept over, carrying a hint of reminder, and a hint of helplessness.

Xuan Ge understood instantly, slowly lowered his leg, and sat ramrod straight.

He is now the Xuan Emperor, representing the Xian Zhou's face, the image of a monarch.

That previous unrestrained, do-as-he-pleased manner has already left him.

The Heavenly Generals, Ling Sha and the others, the Ming Long Zuns, even his own Tong Juns.

They all constantly enumerate his words and deeds, reminding him of the proprieties of a monarch.