Chapter 243

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Polka stood there, the mosaic on her face vanishing as if wiped away by hand, dispersing inch by inch to reveal the exquisite face beneath.

She crossed her arms, her gaze first sweeping over the three Aeons of Destruction on the pillars, finally settling back on the young boy gripping the long spear before her.

The candy-colored dress swayed slightly, her voice remarkably flat: "Did your Emperor father and Aeon mother never teach you what manners are?"

Blue veins on Xuan Xing's forehead jumped up almost instantly.

He tightened his grip on the spear, retorting irritably: "You're the one with no manners. I heard my mother say you've been looking for a chance to kill my father."

Polka hooked the corner of her mouth into a curve, the smile not deep, but enough to make Xuan Xing's anger flare up another notch:

"Hehe— so you're here for revenge?"

Fen Feng, Zhu Wang, and Guang Shi, the three Aeons of Destruction, stood on their respective pillars, indeed holding the scene with sufficient presence, but they had no intention of attacking.

Not attacking was one thing, but they couldn't truly just watch the Crown Prince of Destruction get into trouble.

Fen Feng's gaze hadn't moved off Polka for a single second.

"Naturally." Xuan Xing flicked his long spear, the tip pointing at Polka, "Let me experience your ability."

Polka smiled, not meeting the spear's edge.

A chair coalesced out of thin air beneath her; with a light swirl of her skirt hem she sat down steadily, posture relaxed as if about to start afternoon tea.

"What is the meaning of this?" Xuan Xing's brows knitted tight.

This is a war, and you just sit down all calm and collected— isn't that messing around?

Polka spoke unhurriedly: "I have a deep acquaintance with your father."

Xuan Xing felt as if his brain had been slapped, its processing speed dropping by half directly.

"Acquaintance... and deep?"

He froze in place, the spear in his hand wobbling.

Is this a word an underage person can hear?

He looked back at Fen Feng.

Fen Feng was looking at Polka.

Zhu Wang and Guang Shi also turned their heads in unison to look at Fen Feng.

Meeting three pairs of eyes, Fen Feng shook his head slightly— he didn't know about this.

Polka didn't give him time to digest, adding an even more ruthless line: "I watched your father grow up."

"Ah?" Xuan Xing nearly lost his grip on the spear, violently tightening it just in time to keep the shaft from sliding out, but the expression on his face had already completely lost control.

Fen Feng's face darkened slightly, the corner of his eye sweeping toward Xuan Xing: "Xuan Xing, she's misleading you."

Seeing Xuan Xing's posture showed he was truly preparing to charge and attack, Polka raised a hand and pressed down, finally carrying a hint of proper explanation:

"After the two Emperor Wars, the Aeon of Erudition suddenly went mad and began anchoring the Xianzhou Alliance. At that moment I thought the third Emperor would be born on the Xianzhou, so I went there in person to search."

She raised a hand, condensing another chair, gesturing for Xuan Xing to sit and talk.

As for those three Aeons of Destruction still standing on the pillars, she couldn't be bothered with them.

"Hehe—" Xuan Xing didn't sit, but the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile.

Polka trusted the Aeon of Erudition too much, resulting in being outsmarted by her own cleverness— in the end, the one who ascended as the Aeon of Destruction was Nanuk.

Polka didn't mind his mockery, continuing: "You guessed right, Destruction was not born on the Xianzhou."

"But I didn't give up. Because when Destruction ascended, the Aeon of Erudition likewise had not set an anchor."

She paused, her tone suddenly sinking a layer deeper.

"Until your father was born."

As her words fell, she raised a hand and conjured a cup of coffee, bringing it to her lips and drinking on her own.

She didn't need to finish speaking— Xuan Xing would understand.

Xuan Xing fell silent for two seconds, finishing the unspoken meaning for her: "My father was viewed by the Emperor's Bow from the causal level from the very beginning... so you fundamentally couldn't strike."

Polka set down the coffee cup, looking at Xuan Xing with deep meaning: "So, I am the woman who watched your father grow up with my own eyes. And your father has known of my existence since childhood."

Xuan Xing: "....."

"People who play with causality are all filthy." Zhu Wang muttered on the pillar, his mech emitting a low buzz.

He had already sensed it— Xuan Ge had arrived.

Polka naturally sensed it too.

Sure enough, the next instant, Xuan Ge arrived in person following the causal network threads.

Xuan Ge carried an air of speechlessness at being inexplicably framed: "What, you still want to be my mother?"

Xuan Xing snapped back, retracted his spear and cupped his fists, saluting Xuan Ge: "Father Emperor!"

Halfway through the salute, he raised his head, seeing clearly Xuan Ge's attire today— purple thunder eggplant short sleeve.

Xuan Xing: "....."

Xuan Xing's brain stalled again.

Polka let out a light laugh: "During the Xianzhou chaos, you were so guarded against me, that was actually fear, wasn't it?"

She paused half a beat, not giving Xuan Ge a chance to interject, continuing to dredge up old accounts: "Although the Aeon of the Hunt bestowed causality upon you, maxing out your offense and defense mechanisms, the delicate application of causality was taught to you by me."

"Otherwise, how would you have resolved Yao Guang's simultaneous temporal dislocation, and how would you have won the beauty?"

Fen Feng moved almost instantly.

His figure flashed, and he appeared directly beside Xuan Xing, raising a hand to cover Xuan Xing's ears in a clean, decisive motion, giving him no chance to let a single word slip in.

Xuan Xing had already been struck hard by Polka's words, his whole person in a dazed state of brain overload.

Fen Feng lifted him back to his original position and had him stand properly again, incidentally cutting off all subsequent dialogue.

He was afraid his disciple would be dirtied by that bastard Xuan Ge.

Xuan Ge paid no mind to the commotion over there.

He walked forward and plopped down onto the chair Xuan Xing had just occupied, crossing his legs: "Heh—"

He did not rebut Polka's words.

At bottom, he was just a general.

Di Gong knew this too.

So when he bestowed the cause-and-effect offense and defense back then, he disguised his own weapon spirit and had it crouch beside him, then left himself alone.

The matter of Yaoguang's simultaneous temporal dislocation — he could not force it.

The consequences of forcing it were uncertain — so he went to find Polka for advice during the interval, which is why he was so confident in saying he could solve Yaoguang's problem.

This matter, only Polka and himself knew.

Polka slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again, her gaze sticking to Xuan Ge's face.

The smile at the corner of her mouth never faded; rather, it gained a few more parts of an indescribable flavor: "The Divine Might General of old wasn't like this — now that you've become Emperor, how have you become so unfeeling?"

"Let's go, I don't really want to listen anymore." Zhu Wang turned her head, bumping Fen Feng and Guang Shi with her mecha's shoulder.

She truly didn't want to keep listening — Xuan Ge's overflowing romantic debts, hearing too much was bad for the mecha's heat dissipation.

"Huang Di..." Xuan Xing stood in place, the whole person feeling terribly uncomfortable.

He came to spar with Polka, just to see what tier his current strength actually stood at.

As a result, there was actually an indescribable relationship between Polka and his father.

The Monarch of Extinction dared not truly hurt him.

He ran to the Garden of Memory, and they treated him as a guest, letting him look freely.

Return to Xian Zhou — forget it.

Father is now the Xuan Emperor; if he returned to Xian Zhou to spar with Older Brother Xuan Yao, he'd probably be personally pinned over Father's knee and spanked.

So he asked around at Yin Lang's place, went in a circle, and only then remembered there was still Polka.

As a result, before they could even spar, he was struck until charred outside and tender inside.

"Take him away." Xuan Ge didn't look back, waving a hand behind him.

Hearing Xuan Ge order him, Fen Feng suppressed his irritation and said: "Annoying!"

But he still hoisted up Xuan Xing, who hadn't fully returned to his senses, and called for Zhu Wang and Guang Shi to leave together.

Three Monarchs of Extinction plus one ruined Crown Prince left cleanly and decisively.

Polka spoke in a slow, leisurely tone: "What, want to be alone with me? Not going to keep your little partner Jing Yuan company accompanying Yin Lang in her madness?"

"Polka, you know me." Xuan Ge's eyes held a trace of provocation. "I'm the most persuadable person there is."

Polka sensibly shut her mouth.

She couldn't handle Xuan Ge before; now if she went looking for stimulation again, she'd truly end up a plaything in his palm.

Xuan Ge stood up. He sensed dissatisfied mumbling coming from Yin Lang's side, and his heart also grew eager to return and continue playing.

"Anything else? I'm going back."

"Discipline your kid next time." Polka gave him a spoiled complaint of a look, her gaze drifting toward the three great pillars in the distance that Zhu Wang hadn't yet taken away.

"If you disdain him, give birth to one yourself." Xuan Ge dropped this line, his figure shaking, and the whole person vanished from the spot.

Polka let out a light scoff, waving a hand through the air; the ground full of rubble and cracks was wiped like an eraser, restoring inch by inch to flatness.

She stood in the center of the newly restored intact space, unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her consciousness replaying Xuan Ge's final words.

She lowered her eyelids, the corner of her lips slowly curving upward a little.