Chapter 183

"Be your cultivation partner?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Ying'er instantly opened her rosy lips into a perfect O.

She never expected Fang Han to say something like this.

"I know Princess Ying'er might look down on me, but I will change," Fang Han hurriedly said.

He held deep affection for this kind and beautiful girl.

Back then, when everyone rejected him—even his own brothers and sisters bullied him—

it was Jun Ying'er who silenced the cold mockery and willingly chatted and confided with him.

She even gave him some cultivation resources to use.

Who wouldn't love a girl so kind and warm-hearted?

Fang Han naturally loved her too.

But because of his inferiority complex, he had dragged his feet until now.

Fang Han had finally mustered the courage to confess.

He believed Jun Ying'er couldn't possibly feel nothing for him.

If she felt nothing, why would she treat him so kindly?

"Ah, Fang Han, Ying'er is truly grateful, but there can never be anything between us," Jun Ying'er sighed, shaking her head slightly.

She cared for Fang Han only because she pitied him.

If it weren't Fang Han, but someone else, Jun Ying'er would treat them just the same.

This wasn't because of Fang Han personally—it was because of Jun Ying'er's kindness.

Even if it weren't Fang Han, but a stray cat or dog, Jun Ying'er would still care for it.

So Fang Han had fallen into one of life's three great delusions: she likes me.

"Princess Ying'er, why… why not?" Fang Han's face turned slightly pale.

Though he had sensed this possibility, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

"I don't belong here, and I won't stay on the Dragon Subjugation Continent forever," Jun Ying'er looked up slightly, gazing at the sky.

That was where she was meant to go.

"Is that so?" Fang Han let out a bitter laugh.

He knew Jun Ying'er had descended from the Immortal Realm.

Her status was that of a noble of the Jun family.

Though merely a minor branch of the Jun clan, to the Great Yin Empire, she was still exalted beyond measure.

"Then, Princess Ying'er, what kind of person do you like?" Fang Han still couldn't let go, asking.

Hearing this, Jun Ying'er clasped her delicate hands, her beautiful eyes filled with longing: "The man I love must be as powerful as my brother."

"I hope he is a peerless hero who one day descends from the heavens, clad in white robes, stepping on seven-colored clouds to find me…"

Jun Ying'er's eyes sparkled with light.

Which girl doesn't dream of her beloved being a peerless hero?

Hearing this, Fang Han's mouth grew even more bitter.

The gap between him and the perfect beloved in Jun Ying'er's heart was immeasurable.

"Princess Ying'er, does such a person even exist in this world?" Fang Han still refused to give up.

"I believe such a person must exist…" Jun Ying'er declared firmly.

Afterward, Fang Han departed in gloom.

Though he was the Sixteenth Imperial Prince, Fang Han had no status whatsoever.

Every day he had to clean the Library Tower.

Because his confession had failed, he cleaned absentmindedly.

He accidentally bumped into a bookshelf; countless ancient texts tumbled down, burying Fang Han beneath the pile.

"Damn it! Even these books are bullying me!" Fang Han crawled out of the books, his face flushed with frustration.

Unintentionally, his hand brushed against a scroll.

"Huh… this is…" Fang Han frowned, picking up the scroll.

The scroll was neither gold nor wood, its surface etched with strange patterns.

As Fang Han traced it, he suddenly discovered a hidden layer inside.

Inside was a pale golden-green parchment.

It bore the words: The Dragon Subjugation Continent, ordained by Heaven, by the Son of Heaven's decree: The Spirit Sacrifice Edict.

"The Son of Heaven's decree: The Spirit Sacrifice Edict?" Fang Han froze, stunned.

He quickly shoved the scroll and the golden-green parchment into his robe, then tidied up the other books.

Finally, he returned to his quarters.

"Wonderful! Truly wonderful! This is truly the Spirit Sacrifice Edict—the primordial treasure of the Dragon Subjugation Continent! I never thought I, Fang Han, would have a chance to turn things around!"

Fang Han was overjoyed.

The Spirit Sacrifice Edict contained countless divine arts and martial techniques, and could grant power by sacrificing all living beings.

It was literally a cheat device!

"Wonderful! With the Spirit Sacrifice Edict, I, Fang Han, am the true Son of Heaven of the Dragon Subjugation Continent!" Fang Han gripped the Spirit Sacrifice Edict tightly.

"Ying'er, you're mine—no one can take you away!" Fang Han's eyes burned with desire and ambition.

A man's ambition is proportional to his ability.

Had Fang Han not received this opportunity, he would never have entertained thoughts of Jun Ying'er.

Rejected? He would have been heartbroken for a few days, then moved on.

But now it was different—he possessed the Spirit Sacrifice Edict, destined to become the Son of Heaven of the Dragon Subjugation Continent.

Would such a status not be worthy of Jun Ying'er?

"Ying'er, I will grow strong soon. When I do, I'll make you see—I am the peerless hero worthy of you!" Fang Han resolved firmly in his heart.

…

Around the same time,

in the Western Wastes of the Dragon Subjugation Continent,

a great battle was erupting.

Numerous soldiers and generals of the Great Yin Empire were obliterated.

Two sages radiating overwhelming demonic aura swept across the battlefield, invincible.

Even the Great Yin Empire's quasi-sage generals were grievously wounded, on the brink of death.

"Damn it! Who are you? Don't you fear the retaliation of the Immortal Realm's Jun family?!" The quasi-sage general's eyes bulged with rage.

He knew these sages had come from the Immortal Realm.

To them, the Great Yin Empire was as insignificant as ants—utterly powerless to intimidate.

The general could only invoke the Jun family's name to deter them.

Yet hearing this, the demonic aura-wielding sage sneered: "The Jun family is strong, but even in the Immortal Realm, they cannot monopolize power—let alone here, in the lower realm."

With a single palm strike, the sage shattered the Great Yin Empire's quasi-sage general into dust.

At that moment, a woman of exquisite form and flawless beauty appeared from the void.

She wore a pink gown, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her face as radiant as a blooming flower, her skin glowing like powdered jade, her legs long, smooth, and ivory-white.

She was Yan Rumeng, the Divine Maiden of the Demon God Palace of the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm.

She had descended under the orders of the Little Demon Empress of the Demon God Palace to retrieve the Heavenly Demon King's Crown Prince.

The Heavenly Demon King's Crown Prince, who possessed the ancestral demonic god bloodline, was of immense importance to the Demon God Palace.

"The sealed location of the Heavenly Demon King's clan should be this Demon-Sealing Valley," Yan Rumeng spoke softly. "He Lao, I leave it to you."

"Hehe, trivial matter," the demonic aura-wielding sage chuckled.

He was a crane demon who had cultivated into a sage.

With one palm strike, countless feather-like blades materialized, slamming into the Demon-Sealing Valley.

After a quarter-hour, the Demon-Sealing Valley finally shattered.

Boundless demonic aura surged forth as countless figures burst free from their seals.

They were all members of the Heavenly Demon King's clan.

Among them were several quasi-sages and even sages of the Heavenly Demon King's clan.

At that moment, among the crowd of Heavenly Demon King's clan beings, a youth of breathtaking beauty, his bloodline surging with power, let out a thunderous roar:

"This Prince has finally broken free! The Great Yin Empire shall be annihilated!"