Chapter 124: Wife, It’s Time to Fulfill the Bet

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Master,” Ye Banzhuang rubbed his palm and looked up at Cheng Lingzhu. Her eyes blinked curiously. “Is this your new disciple, Master? Am I going to be a senior sister?”

“No, she’s your Master’s Master,” Lu Xuan clarified with a smile.

The little girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Isn’t my Master’s Master already…” Ye Banzhuang gestured upwards, suggesting the heavens.

Did Master remarry? Her mind raced with possibilities. How would Master explain it to the former Master’s Master if they met? Then she realized she didn’t need to worry about that – her Master was never going to ascend to heaven. But what if the new Master’s Master also ascended one day and there was a confrontation? Whom would she support?

Lost in thought, Ye Banzhuang considered her future actions, feeling she would soon become a true immortal and visit the old Master’s Master in the upper realms.

“She didn’t ascend, the heavenly tribulation struck her down,” Lu Xuan casually explained, solving Ye Banzhuang’s dilemma.

Cheng Lingzhu ground her teeth a bit. Couldn’t he just say ‘failed the tribulation’?

“Perhaps the heavens have a conscience, not bearing to see Master and Master’s Master separated,” Ye Banzhuang commented wisely.

She then approached Cheng Lingzhu and performed a respectful disciple’s salute: “Disciple Ye Banzhuang greets Master’s MasterO

Cheng Lingzhu couldn’t resist hugging the adorable girl and stroked her head. Ye Banzhuang was so endearing and well-behaved that Cheng Lingzhu’s heart melted. She thought about how Ye Banzhuang could be considered Lu Xuan’s foster daughter.

Hmm… She also wanted to have a child like this with Lu Xuan. No, one wouldn’t be enough, Cheng Lingzhu thought to herself.

“I haven’t visited the Demon Immortal Nation in nearly a thousand years,” Lu Xuan said with a smile. “How does it feel to be a monarch?”

Upon hearing Lu Xuan’s question, Ye Banzhuang’s face fell: “Sleep late, rise early, handle domestic affairs, deal with foreign relations, all my subordinates are so troublesome, and I have to personally intervene in fights…”

Ye Banzhuang vented her frustrations to Lu Xuan. Now she regretted it deeply. She shouldn’t have believed her third senior brother’s nonsense about establishing the Demon Immortal Nation.

Before establishing the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty, Su Yuan spent a hundred years traveling across the five realms, making friends and gathering talents. Take Great Yan’s Prime Minister Shang Xinyu, for instance — he was actually the exiled crown prince of the ancient Southern Barren Territory nation, the Yu

Country.

Shang Xinyu’s mother died early, and with her family’s decline, he faced persecution from other princes after the death of the ruler of Yu Country. He survived only thanks to Su Yuan’s help.

Later, he assisted Su Yuan in raising an army in Shang, changing his name and identity.

When the Great Yan Immortal Army overthrew the Yu Country, Shang Xinyu was the first to charge into the capital of Yu Country.

Thus, he was extremely familiar with the workings of the Immortal Dynasty.

Su Yuan, who rose from humble beginnings, established various functional institutions in the court and built relations with external forces…

All these tasks were meticulously arranged by Shang Xinyu.

Moreover, he didn’t neglect his cultivation, becoming a powerful Mahayana Stage expert while serving as Prime Minister.

Looking at her own subordinates, a bunch of misfits, either mountain spirits or wood spirits, who knew nothing but basking in the sun, Ye Banzhuang felt disheartened.

She once contacted Su Yuan, hoping to borrow the Great Yan Prime Minister for a few days, but her second senior brother treasured Shang Xinyu like a precious gem, refusing to lend the Emperor’s Seal or the Prime Minister.

As for a wife…

The wise Su Yuan, learning from his master’s lesson and aiming for ascension, had not yet taken a Dao companion.

“After all, it’s just the beginning, and talents need to be nurtured,” Lu Xuan consoled.

The territory of an Immortal Dynasty was vast, and naturally, there were more affairs to manage compared to a mortal kingdom.

Where mortal kingdoms used paper for petitions, the Immortal Dynasty used special jade slips, stacked in baskets before the emperor.

When Ye Banzhuang reviewed petitions, she used a cloning technique, filling a room with her miniature clones, each holding a jade slip and recording with their divine sense, multitasking efficiently.

This method of handling affairs was not feasible for those with lower cultivation.

“Master, in a few days, the finals of the Shattered Cloud City Flying Boat Race will begin. Would Master and Grandmaster like to participate?” Ye Banzhuang asked.

“The Flying Boat Race? Well, let’s join in for some fun,” Lu Xuan pondered.

It was a unique sport of the Demon Immortal Kingdom.

The content of the event was racing— The serious kind.

Participants would pilot their own magical artifacts in a speed race, with the first to reach the finish line declared the winner.

It was worth mentioning that the competition was more recreational in nature, and thus, all participants were forbidden from using magic.

The propulsion energy for the treasure boats was provided uniformly by the race committee.

“But we’re just there to enjoy ourselves, no need to include us in the rankings,” Lu Xuan said.

“Master is considerate of his juniors, I understand,” Ye Banzhuang replied with a smile.

That night.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu settled in a palace.

Shattered Cloud City was built on the site of the old capital of the Thousand Flower Demon Country.

Ye Banzhuang, not one for extravagance, only renovated some major halls and added a few palaces, keeping the original structure largely intact. Since she had not taken a husband, many palaces remained empty.

Lu Xuan placed a crystal skull on the table.

A thread of divine consciousness entered it.

Inside the Longevity Palace, a towering figure appeared. Nan Gongxuan knelt on the ground, her face showing reverence.