High above the clouds in the outer spatial void, the colossal gold-and-black warship of the Immortal Sword Palace hovered silently like a sleeping leviathan.
Inside the luxurious command deck, Young Master Zhao Tian sat on an ornate throne carved from spatial dragon-bone. He held a golden goblet of dragon-blood wine, his pure silver hair drifting in the spiritual breeze, his glowing third eye—the Divine Celestial Eye—pulsing with cold, arrogant anticipation.
"It has been nearly two hours," Zhao Tian remarked smoothly, taking a slow sip of his wine. "Elder Duan and the advance squad should have already shattered the Lu Clan's defensive arrays and captured that lower realm insect Lu Chen."
Beside the throne, a high-ranking deacon nodded obsequiously. "Indeed, Young Master Zhao. With three Mid-Nascent Soul Elders executing a covert strike, that rustic merchant prince never stood a chance. He is likely kneeling in chains at this very moment."
Right at that second, a sharp wind-whistle echoed outside the ship's defensive barrier.
SWISH!
A spatial carrier hawk decorated with the Lu Clan's purple-and-gold banner pierced effortlessly through the ship's outer spiritual shield, dropping a shimmering, crystal-clear Memory Projection Jade directly onto the central marble floor before vanishing into dust!
Zhao Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly. "A message from Lu Chen? Hmph, perhaps a desperate plea for mercy."
With a flick of his golden-armored finger, Zhao Tian injected a streak of spiritual energy into the projection jade to activate it.
BOOM!
A giant, twenty-foot-wide, ultra-high-definition 4K holographic array erupted in the center of the command deck!
Instead of a terrifying video of war or a weeping Lu Chen begging for his life, loud, festive Latin salsa music and dramatic classical ballet orchestration began blaring from the projection!
The entire command deck fell into dead, suffocating silence.
There, projected in crystal clarity for every elder, deacon, and guard to see, were the Three Void Elders of the Immortal Sword Palace!
All three venerable Mid-Nascent Soul elders were stripped down to their pure white silk undergarments. Elder Duan was performing high-speed, breathtaking ballet pirouettes and dramatic splits, while Elder Meng and the third elder were holding hands, executing synchronized tango twirls and salsa steps!
PFFFT! PFFFT! PFFFT!
And with every high kick, pirouette, and dramatic hip-shake, loud, explosive, wildly embarrassing digestive noises echoed through the projection speakers, accompanied by the elders weeping tears of pure, agonizing humiliation!
"LOOK AT MY MAJESTIC SPLIT! MY MERIDIANS ARE EXPLODING!" Elder Duan’s projected voice shrieked at maximum volume over the speakers!
The dozens of armored guards and deacons on the command deck stared at the projection with their mouths hanging wide open, their minds completely, irrevocably shattered!
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Zhao Tian’s hands twitched violently. The golden goblet in his grip was instantly crushed into microscopic dust, dragon-blood wine splashing all over his immaculate golden armor!
His face turned from pale to crimson, then from crimson to a terrifying, bruised shade of midnight purple! His third eye flared with chaotic, uncontrollable rage!
"ELDER DUAN?! BALLET?! DIGESTIVE NOISES?!" Zhao Tian’s voice boomed like continuous thunder, shaking the entire three-hundred-meter warship!
At the end of the projection, the scene shifted smoothly.
Lu Chen stepped into the frame, clad in his regal purple silk robes. He sat casually on a plush chair, flanked by Ye Qingxian, Saintess Ji Xue, and Princess Yao Ji. Lu Chen held a silver folding fan, offering the camera a devastatingly handsome, profoundly villainous smile, before raising a glass of peach wine in a mock toast.
"Greetings, Young Master Zhao Tian," Lu Chen’s smooth, magnetic voice echoed across the deck. "Thank you for sending your three elders to perform such an entertaining dance routine for us. Their spatial rings were quite lovely as well. If you wish to join them for a dance party, the Lu Clan welcomes you with open arms."
CRACK!
The projection jade exploded into powder under Zhao Tian’s suffocating, furious aura!
"LU CHEN! YOU LOWER REALM DOG!" Zhao Tian roared, his silver hair standing on end, his Peak Nascent Soul aura exploding outward and cracking the ship's dragon-bone floor! "I WILL TEAR YOUR SKIN, CRUSH YOUR BONES, AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I TAKE YOUR WOMEN!"
"Full speed ahead!" Zhao Tian barked hysterically at the trembling helmsman. "FORCE OPEN THE SPATIAL BOUNDARY NOW! WE LAND ON THE LU CLAN ESTATE TODAY!"
Back down at the Lu Imperial Clan Estate, the sun was shining brightly over the central plaza.
Lu Chen sat under a silk canopy, lazily fanning himself while sipping snow-lotus tea. Beside him, Ji Xue was gently peeling spirit grapes and feeding them to him, while Yao Ji was resting her head on his lap, humming a sweet demon melody while hugging her fluffy stuffed bunny Barnaby.
Ye Qingxian stood nearby, looking up at the sky where massive thunderclouds were beginning to gather—a sign that Zhao Tian's warship was forcing its way through the realm boundary early out of sheer, unbridled rage!
"Young Master," Ye Qingxian reported softly, her crisp voice filled with calm confidence. "Zhao Tian has taken the bait. He is bypassing the natural stabilization period and forcing his warship straight into our airspace."
Ji Xue fed Lu Chen a sweet grape, her dark eyes flashing with a playful smirk. "He fell for your projection trap completely. He is coming here entirely blind with rage."
"He was so angry his third eye almost popped out," Yao Ji giggled, snuggling against Lu Chen's legs. "What educational treat are we feeding him today, handsome big brother?"
Lu Chen swallowed the sweet grape, his purple eyes gleaming with chaotic, legendary menace.
He called up his golden System interface, looking at his massive stockpile of 200,000 System Points.
[Host: Lu Chen]
[Current System Points: 200,000]
[Status: Prepared for Upper Realm Confrontation]
Lu Chen tapped his silver fan against his hand, smiling angelicly.
[Ding!]
[100,000 System Points Consumed!]
[Cultivation Realm Breakthrough: Nascent Soul Realm (Early Stage)!]
[Spiritual Foundation Transformed! Divine Purple-Gold Nascent Infant Formed!]
BOOM!
A divine, invisible pillar of purple-gold light erupted from Lu Chen’s body, soaring straight into the heavens! His Half-Step barrier shattered instantly as a pure, glowing Nascent Soul infant took form in his dantian, granting him absolute mastery over local spatial laws!
Ji Xue, Yao Ji, and Ye Qingxian gasped in awe as they felt Lu Chen’s aura reach a divine, breathtaking level!
Lu Chen stood up smoothly, his crimson hair fluttering in the divine wind. He reached into his spatial ring, pulling out three massive, glowing alchemical canisters filled with a swirling rainbow dust—the Nine-Heavens Diaper-Laxative & Diaper-Transforming Powder!
"Come, my beauties," Lu Chen smirked, holding all three heroines close as they glided into the air to greet the descending gold-and-black warship.
"Let's show the Chosen Son of the Upper Realm what true non-violent hospitality looks like!"
📊 Arc Summary & Status at Chapter 20:
System Points Remaining: 100,000 Points
Lu Chen's Cultivation: Official Nascent Soul Realm (19 Years Old!)
Harem Status:
Ye Qingxian (Devoted Shadow Guard - Max)
Saintess Ji Xue (Unshakable Loyalty & Romance - 85%)
Princess Yao Ji (Enraptured Teasing Attachment - 80%)
Current Threat: Young Master Zhao Tian (Peak Nascent Soul) descending on his gold-and-black warship, blinded by rage!