Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 611 - 76 Father and Daughter [Seeking Monthly Votes!]_1

Chapter 611: Chapter 76 Father and Daughter [Seeking Monthly Votes!]_1

After the roll call at the Dragon Platform, the ceremony for today is temporarily over and the members of the Immortal Sects retreat. Those who do not wish to stay longer are free to return, and those who are still interested can take a stroll around Yu Capital City.

The disciples of Shu Mountain also return to their residence, but their celebration has not ended yet. Tomorrow evening, they will be invited to the imperial palace for a royal banquet, known as the Qinghong Banquet, regarded as one of the finest feasts in the mortal realm.

The roll call at the Dragon Platform and the Qinghong Banquet together form a complete champion celebration ceremony.

Not only the disciples of Shu Mountain are invited to the Qinghong Banquet. There will be music and dance performances at the banquet, and the best musicians and dancers of the Yu Dynasty have already been invited in advance.

Every year, Nanyin Square would arrange for a talented disciple to perform, but not this year - because rare enough, Nanyin square has moved into the top ten.

There’s a slight chance they could grab the championship.

Those who have a potential chance to attend the Qinghong Banquet naturally would not participate as entertainment guests. Therefore, not until the roll call at the Dragon Platform was over did the Elder leading the Nanyin Square team bring up the matter, deciding to have Shen Qingyan perform in the palace.

The Imperial Court has always had a favorable opinion of Shen Qingyan. Their hope for her to marry the Second Prince and become the future Empress is no secret. Nanyin Square is willing to create opportunities in this regard but will not interfere with the disciple’s opinion. Allowing her to perform in the palace is a chance for Shen Qingyan to interact with the Second Prince.

Shen Qingyan herself isn’t really interested in further contact with the Second Prince, but this is, after all, a task from her sect, and it is usually the best disciple who goes, so she can’t refuse. If she refused and another person from the same sect went instead, it would be awkward for everyone.

Besides, they participated in the Imperial City Battle this time, achieving the best result in recent decades. The sisters of Nanyin Square are in a good mood, planning to celebrate first tonight.

However, the city is still submerged in the enthusiasm of the Immortal Sect Conference, with many people on the streets. The moment the disciples of Nanyin Square show up, there’s bound to be blockade.

So, they rode carriages out of the city to a manor outside the city, a familiar place considered quiet, where they can eat, drink, and play at will.

The carriage slowly traversed to the outskirts of Yu City and stopped outside a garden with a sign that read "Quiet and Elegant Virtuous Manor".

It was supposed to be a joyful trip, but just as Shen Qingyan got out of the carriage, things took a sudden turn for the worse!

From the bamboo outside the manor, a shadow slowly approached. The young girls hadn’t noticed yet, but suddenly there was an angry shout from the carriage, "Who dares to attack?"

Ever since the last attack on Shen Qingyan, besides the Elders leading the team, Nanyin Square had specifically assigned an elder skilled in combat to the team, who spotted these clandestine enemies.

Zing——

Immediately following this, a string was plucked, and the shadows advancing low to the ground suddenly staggered, as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

After a few screams, several men in black were flung from the ground and fell to the ground.

The core disciples who had just got off the carriage also went on the alert, taking out musical instruments and observing their surroundings.

However, in a mere instant, there was a sandstorm and a yellow wind flashed by. A black figure swept towards Shen Qingyan like a fierce gale.

"How dare you!" the elder in the carriage shouted again, flying out to confront the attacker.

Shen Qingyan also tried to fight back, but that shadow raised his hand and struck with a palm fast as lightning, leaving no room for retaliation.

Thump——

Shen Qingyan was struck by the palm and spat blood as she fell to the ground.

The shadow turned and walked away.

The Elder of Nanyin Square plucked four strings, forming four sound blades, but they were dismissed by a flick of his large sleeve, a black whirlpool emerged and absorbed all the sound blades.

An instant hit and run without lingering for battle.

"As a great power of the Seventh Realm, you dare to ambush my sect’s disciple, you are truly shameless!" The Elder shouted angrily.

Given the ghostly moves of the opponent, it was clear they were on par with her, both being of the Seventh Realm. In such a situation, she on defense and he on offense, she found it extremely difficult to fully protect her disciples.

She could only let him go, turning to check on Shen Qingyan’s condition.

The Elder checked her pulse and her brow immediately furrowed, "Luckily, it’s only an injury to her meridians, nothing serious. She’ll be fine after taking medicine and resting for a while."

Yet, she was puzzled. What was the purpose of these thieves? To mobilize a figure of the Seventh Realm only to hurt Shen Qingyan?

It wouldn’t happen to be some overzealous fan of Xue Lingxue or Yu Xiang’er, would it?

The reason she thought of that direction was that this kind of outrageous incident had indeed happened before. A fervent supporter of a core disciple had attacked another core disciple... and this type of incident was not uncommon.

But such a high cultivation level was indeed rare.

"I’m alright, no need to worry." After a brief rest, Shen Qingyan, feeling her injuries weren’t severe, said weakly, "I probably won’t be able to perform at the palace tomorrow, though."

...

Gulp——

Gulp——

In the usually deserted Temple of Divine Fire, there’s a bronze furnace in the middle, spewing heat, where two people sat opposite each other, each slurping a bowl of vermicelli soup heated above the furnace.

Sigh——

"Hiss-ha——"

"Why are you always mimicking me?" Empress Feng glared at her biological father across the table.

"I’m not." Mingde put down the chopsticks, before saying, "But...it really smells good."

"Right?" Empress Feng affirmed, "What’s our relationship, would I cheat you? Using this base from Shu Mountain, along with my secret dipping sauce, there is no food that won’t be delicious."

"Indeed." Mingde nodded in agreement.

"These secret recipes have been passed down from my ancestors, from females not males, if not for me needing your favor, I wouldn’t share them with you today." Empress Feng revealed.

Mingde: "?"

That hinted some sort of Heaven Reverse undertone.

However, he still asked: "What favor?"

"A dipping sauce this delicious demands a compliment. Tonight, sneak into Qinghong Garden in the dark, steal a chicken, and we can have hotpot tomorrow. The taste is guaranteed to be splendid." Empress Feng instructed.

"..." Mingde was speechless for a moment, "You’re still thinking about this?"

"If I hadn’t tasted it before, maybe not, but that meat was truly astonishing, unforgettable." Empress Feng savored the memory of it.

"In so many years of Qinghong Banquet tradition, apart from the Emperor who dines a few more times, there has never been any second-time guest." Mingde couldn’t help but laugh.

"Is that so." Empress Feng sank into thoughts suddenly, "If I become the Emperor, I could legitimately eat it once every twelve years."

"That’s really unnecessary." Mingde hastened to interrupt her contemplation.

It sounds outrageous to want to become the Emperor solely for eating the Qinghong Banquet, but if it’s Empress Feng, it might actually be a serious idea.

"Hehe, don’t worry." Empress Feng laughed, "I have long given up on desiring the Emperor’s position...."

Just when Mingde was about to let out a sigh of relief, Empress Feng added, "What I want is yours."

"Alas..." Mingde couldn’t help but sigh.

What a headache.

Empress Feng asked, "We had an agreement before, you won’t go back on your word, will you?"

What she was referring to was the agreement that if Shu Mountain wins the Immortal Sect competition, Empress Feng can compete with him for the Dao.

"Of course not." Mingde replied with a bitter smile.

In fact, nobody believes that Empress Feng can compete successfully for the Dao.

The previous obstruction from the imperial family, due to their fear that Mingde, indulging in his paternal love, would directly hand over the Dao of Ash Burn to Empress Feng was... well, based on Guardian’s previous actions, he wasn’t exactly the most reliable person.

Luckily, the Emperor later assured that Mingde had no such intention.

If he doesn’t willingly give away, even if there are ten thousand people who want to fight, what can they do?

This was the same reason why the Emperor decided to help Chu Liang and increased his power by gifting him with Immortal Law, not fearing Shu Mountain’s victory. As long as Mingde doesn’t want to give, nobody fears Empress Feng taking what she wants.

Fighting for a pre-owned Dao in the Seventh Realm is almost impossible at any time.

Seeing Empress Feng’s smug face, as if she had already achieved the Dao, made Mingde feel somewhat helpless.

This daughter of his is really...

Now he could understand why she had such a terrible reputation in the Immortal Cultivation World, after all, not everyone could be her biological father.

Moreover, she even wanted to fight her own father.

She truly doesn’t favor anyone.

"Don’t hold back when the time comes. Don’t go easy on me either." Empress Feng stated, "We are blood brothers, we play fair, no mercy!"

"..." Mingde could only feel his temples throbbing.

Just as he didn’t know what to say, a sudden dragon’s roar echoed from outside.

"Roar——"

The roaring was infused with powerful spiritual power which caused the entire Imperial City, including the Temple of Divine Fire, to shake. The ripple extended from the Imperial City to the streets, toppling countless passersby.

Mingde stomped his right foot, instantly imitating the Sea Stabilising Divine Needle, containing the surge from spreading across the whole Yu Capital City.

"What’s happening?" Empress Feng scrutinized in the direction of the dragon roar.

Mingde abruptly got up: "It’s the Dragon Raising Pond!"