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"Wife, do you really want to take this traitor as an apprentice? Aren’t you afraid he’ll turn against you someday?" Ya glared at Rong Feng with a face full of anger—this kid has put them through a lot of suffering.

Mi Xi looked Rong Feng up and down, not liking him from the bottom of his heart. Moreover, having betrayed his sect twice, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t revert to his old ways a third time.

Rong Feng clenched his fists, remaining silent.

"Alright, he is now my disciple. I naturally have to believe that he will turn over a new leaf. Let’s hurry back, or everyone else will get even more anxious."

*

The Emperor of Heaven was really growing impatient; it had been half a day since they left, and now he was anxious, too, worried that something might have happened!

Just as everyone was getting extremely anxious, several figures gradually came into focus from afar.

The woman leading them wore white clothes purer than snow, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, trailing a long rainbow behind her.

Beside her walked a young man dressed in purple-gold robes, dashing and handsome.

Another, in flowing white garment with a fan in hand, was indescribably suave and elegant.

The crowd looked on with joy, "We welcome the return of Your Highness Lan Xi, Crown Prince, and Immortal Mi Xi."

Their voices were grand and awe-filled, especially since everyone’s gaze fell on Lan Xi.

That woman was their goddess, possessing mighty power and able to control the destinies of millions.

"Mother!" Lan Xi stepped forward and bowed slightly to Lan Yan.

Lan Yan took her daughter’s hand, tears in her eyes, "Seeing your accomplishments today, mother can finally rest assured."

"That’s thanks to mother’s excellent teachings," Lan Xi said with a smile.

The Emperor of Heaven was also very happy, especially relieved to see his son unharmed.

He was indeed moved by Lan Xi’s friendship with Ya, to not care for their own safety in rescuing Ya personally.

This friendship was not wasted—he had painstakingly sent Ya to Lan Xi’s side to cultivate their relationship for over ten thousand years.

"Good, tomorrow at noon, we will hold a celebration banquet in the Imperial Garden to congratulate Lan Xi for obtaining divinity. A reward will also be given to the three armies!" proclaimed the Emperor of Heaven. Following this, deafening cheers of the celestial soldiers could be heard from afar.

Inside the Demon Palace, the Ghost Fires representing the Demon Lord’s eyes flickered angrily.

"Lan Xi, you just wait. I will rise again, and I am determined to shred you to pieces."

Especially since the vessel he had finally set his sights on was snatched away by her so easily.

Damn it!

Inside the Goddess Temple, Lan Yan personally escorted Lan Xi back to Caixia Pavilion and instructed, "You must have exhausted a lot during this war. Rest well, and for tomorrow’s banquet, I will help you prepare a beautiful outfit. Mother won’t disturb you any longer."

"Yes, Mother, then I won’t see you out," Lan Xi said, standing at the door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Lan Yan was reassured and turned to leave, but when she saw Rong Feng standing outside, her brow furrowed, "Lan Xi, why have you brought him back with you?"

"Mother, he is my disciple. From now on, he will follow me wherever I go. Don’t worry, I will teach him well," Lan Xi hastily explained.

Hearing this, Lan Yan merely gave Rong Feng a few more glances, then left without further comment.

Once Lan Yan had left, Lan Xi turned to Rong Feng and said, "Caixia Pavilion is my residence. If you need anything, just call me from the doorway. I’ll have Zi Yun take you to the guest room to rest well. You will also attend the banquet in the Imperial Garden tomorrow."

Rong Feng hesitated, "Master, isn’t this inappropriate?"

The Imperial Garden banquet was such an important event; bringing him along—if others found out she had taken him as a disciple, she would surely be criticized by public opinion.

"Are you not listening to me?" Lan Xi’s face showed displeasure.

Rong Feng quickly bowed, "Yes, disciple obeys."

Rong Feng stared blankly, watching the door to the boudoir slowly close. His gaze became stern and serious. He would definitely make his master proud.

Zi Yun arranged a room for Rong Feng and then had other Palace Maids take him away, while she herself pushed open the door to Lan Xi’s room and entered.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Lan Xi had fainted on the ground, which scared her until her face turned pale.

"Your Highness Lan Xi!" Zi Yun was about to get up to call for Lan Yan when her skirt was tightly grabbed by a hand.

"Zi Yun, take me to the bathhouse!" Lan Xi’s forehead was sweating, her eyes closed, as she gasped for breath.

Zi Yun quickly helped Lan Xi up and headed towards the open-air bathhouse not far away.

Although the bathhouse was open-air, it had a Barrier on top, completely obscuring the inside from view.

Zi Yun placed Lan Xi in the center of the pool, carefully helping her shed her clothes, only to discover that a patch on her back had turned black.

Lan Xi made Seal Gestures with her hands and rapidly circulated her Spiritual Power to suppress the restless black qi.

She hadn’t expected the Demon Lord’s strike to be so powerful; had it not been for her Spiritual Body, her consciousness would have probably been overrun by now.

Zi Yun looked on, her heart aching with urgency. She had no idea what had happened for Your Highness Lan Xi to be so severely injured.

It wasn’t that by acquiring Divinity, one would be unaffected by anything and move about freely. The robustness of the body was not something that could be easily shaken.

Looking at it now, it was certain that Your Highness Lan Xi must have battled with the Demon Lord.

Lan Xi sat in the bathhouse and entered mediation until the next morning.

The dawn light spread over the earth, the horizon painted with splendid colors. Lan Xi opened her eyes, stepped out of the bathhouse, and donned a robe.

She sat before the window of Caixia Pavilion, gazing into the distance, her eyes gradually taking on a distant look. "Ah Qing! When will you open your eyes and accompany me once more to witness the light of the dawn?"

Zi Yun came in with a garment personally sewn by Goddess Lan Yan, and seeing Lan Xi sitting at the window, she hurried over with a smile, "Your Highness, you’ve finally woken up. Your injury..."

"It’s no longer a concern. Zi Yun, do not mention this matter to anyone else," Lan Xi instructed.

"Yes!" Zi Yun naturally didn’t understand what Lan Xi was thinking, but she obeyed the command.

With Zi Yun’s assistance, Lan Xi changed into her new garments.

A pale blue dress with no fewer than twenty-eight layers, from the undergarments to the outer skirt, to the elaborate belt, the cloak, to the overcoat, was all exquisitely made with fine materials.

"These clothes are a bit too grand, aren’t they? It’s just a banquet in the Imperial Garden." Is all this necessary? Lan Xi wondered to herself. However, she had an important matter to attend to during her visit to the heavens above.

As for what clothes to wear, they were of little consequence to her.

Zi Yun, on the other hand, repeatedly eyed Lan Xi, simultaneously stunned by her beauty and her garments.

"Your Highness, you don’t realize how beautiful you look in this," Zi Yun exclaimed, "You must be the most beautiful person under the heavens."

She wasn’t a man. If she were a man, even just smelling her fragrance would intoxicate him to death.

The former Lan Xi dressed plainly and retained a childlike air.

But since the aftermath of the Demon War, she slowly began to exude a demeanor of indifference, casual elegance, and dignity.

Because of something pressing, Lan Xi informed Lan Yan in advance that she would head out first.

Lan Yan assumed she was going to meet Crown Prince Ya, so she just let her go.

Due to the victory in the war, Lan Xi had obtained Divinity, and the threshold of Goddess Palace was nearly broken by congratulating friends coming from all over.