Cang Hanyu frowned slightly.
Three years was neither long nor short, but making the Daughter of Destiny fall in love with him was by no means an easy task.
“Rong Qi, if I fail, what will happen to me?” he asked calmly, as if discussing something ordinary.
The Heavenly Realm was shrouded in clouds and mist, mysterious and solemn.
Within this vast world stood a magnificent palace — The Hall of Fate (Siming Hall).
Towering into the clouds like a towering mountain.
Under the peach blossom tree inside the hall stood a man in black robes with his hands behind his back, holding a voice-transmission jade slip.
Floating before him was a green leaf. The veins upon it intertwined like tangled branches, and some parts had begun to wither and turn yellow, as though slowly losing their vitality.
This was Cang Hanyu’s Book of Fate.
The Siming Star Lord — Rong Qi, at this moment had a gentle and jade-like handsome face, yet his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing a troubled expression.
“If you fail, the power of your divine godhood will not be able to exert its greatest effect. Once the seal of that place loosens, the power of the Dark Abyss will erode the heavens and the earth. Day and night will both become dim and gloomy.”
He spoke heavily, anxiety and worry evident in his voice.
“At that time, demons will run rampant, and all things in the world will return to chaos. When that happens, it will be troublesome.”
Rong Qi continued, his tone growing even more serious.
Since the beginning of heaven and earth, when chaos first separated and all living beings were born—
The Star Deity Lord was formed from the divine transformation of countless star spirits within the Heavenly Dao. He possessed the power to control the sun, moon, and stars—vast and boundless beyond imagination.
And Shenzhou Nine Heavens was the supreme realm above the four great domains of the Nine Provinces Divine Continent—Humans, Demons, Devils, and the Underworld.
It represented the highest authority and power.
Yet even gods could not escape the constraints of fate. They too had their tribulations.
The Star Deity Lord had already lived in this world for tens of thousands of years. Long ago, the Heavenly Dao had pointed out that he would face a calamity in his fate—the Love Tribulation.
When he sensed the movement of the Red Luan Star, he knew that his tribulation was about to arrive.
Thus he decisively transformed into a mortal and descended into the human race of the Dongyuan Sacred Domain.
He became the Seventh Prince of the Cang royal family of Yangzhou — Cang Hanyu.
Although he was a mortal unable to cultivate, he had broken the secrets of heaven and retained his divine memories.
As a mortal, he waited among the human race for the arrival of the Daughter of Destiny, so that he could smoothly pass through his tribulation.
He waited for a full hundred years, yet the Daughter of Destiny never appeared.
Siming Star Lord had once told him:
“The Daughter of Destiny is the one fated for you. When she appears, the two of your destinies will intertwine and become an unbreakable red thread.”
Just as he was preparing to reincarnate into another life—
Ten days ago, a heavenly phenomenon appeared.
The Red Luan Star stirred, and the Purple Star awakened.
Cang Hanyu immediately knew that his Daughter of Destiny had appeared.
Later, in order to pass the tribulation successfully, he had no choice but to defy heaven and forcibly alter fate.
He extended the lifespan of this mortal body so that within the limited time remaining, the Daughter of Destiny could fall in love with him.
Cang Hanyu fell silent for a moment. Gripping the jade slip tightly, his gaze deepened.
“Alright. I understand.”
He closed the jade slip, placed it back into his spatial ring, then threw out a teleportation talisman and returned to his private residence in Jingzhou.
Qinyan lay on the bed, already exhausted and asleep.
Feng Xi gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Silly girl,” she sighed softly.
At that moment, an angry shout came from outside the door.
“Feng Xi! Get out here for this Young Lord!”
Cang Mochen stood in the courtyard, his aura surging. A long sword was clenched in his hand, clearly ready for a fight.
Feng Xi frowned slightly and casually waved her hand, setting up a protective sound-insulating barrier inside the room.
“So noisy.”
She muttered before pushing the door open and stepping outside.
“Shut that filthy mouth of yours. It’s the middle of the night—what are you shouting for? Haven’t you had enough yet, you bastard?”
Cang Mochen was instantly enraged by her scolding. He raised his sword and pointed it at Feng Xi.
“Crazy woman! You dare insult this Young Lord? Today I will make you pay the price!”
Feng Xi looked at him with a curl of disdain at the corner of her lips, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
“You? Don’t overestimate yourself.”
Hearing this, the fury in Cang Mochen’s heart exploded. His eyes widened as he glared fiercely at Feng Xi.
Spiritual power surged into the sword in his hand. His aura instantly skyrocketed, as if the surrounding air would explode.
His face was filled with contempt and rage as he shouted loudly.
“Ignorant madwoman! Today I’ll let you see this Young Lord’s true power!”
Qiao Ju silently stepped back to the side.
Cang Mochen swung his sword. The blade cut through the air in a sharp arc, producing a piercing whistling sound as it slashed fiercely toward Feng Xi.
He firmly believed that with his mid-stage Condensing Truth Realm cultivation, defeating this low-cultivation trash would be effortless.
Feng Xi wore a Pseudo Spirit Bead that suppressed her cultivation, preventing others from seeing her true strength.
To outsiders, she merely appeared weak.
Feng Xi remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by the incoming attack.
As the sharp sword energy roared toward her and was about to strike—
The protective bell on her body suddenly emitted a faint glow, effortlessly deflecting the sword energy.
Her lips curved upward slightly in a mocking smile as she slowly walked forward.
As Feng Xi moved, the magical artifact on her wrists and ankles—“Step by Step Returning Life”—rang with crisp, pleasant chimes, as if mocking Cang Mochen’s incompetence.
Her gaze was cold and resolute as she approached him step by step, each step carrying an irresistible pressure.
“Ungrateful bastard. I kindly saved you, yet not only do you refuse to show gratitude, you even came here with such fanfare to cause trouble for me. You truly don’t know your own limits.”
Feng Xi’s voice was cold.
Cang Mochen was stunned by her protective artifact.
“Y-Young Lord… it’s a high-grade protective artifact,” Qiao Ju said nervously as he stepped forward to shield Cang Mochen.
A high-grade protective artifact?
Cang Mochen quickly recovered. He pushed Qiao Ju aside and stared at Feng Xi with a dark expression.
“I’ve long heard that the Feng family has a young lady who was expelled for colluding with foreign clans. Later she even fell into the Northern Tomb Demon Abyss. Looks like you’ve been doing quite well there these past years.”
Feng Xi raised an eyebrow, a trace of threat flashing in her eyes.
“Oh? So you investigated me.”
Qiao Ju stumbled after being pushed aside. Hearing Feng Xi’s words, unease rose in his heart and he quickly warned,
“Young Lord, be careful—”
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of red suddenly appeared before his eyes, like blazing fire.
Neither of them had time to react.
Feng Xi had already dashed forward in a single step, her speed astonishing.
Without hesitation, she raised her foot and kicked Cang Mochen fiercely.
The kick carried tremendous force, sending him flying backward before he slammed heavily into the courtyard wall.
“You ungrateful fool. Today I’ll beat you so badly you won’t even recognize your own father.”
Feng Xi gritted her teeth, fury blazing in her eyes.