Upon hearing this, Pei Zimo couldn't help but mutter softly, "Does His Majesty have anything he particularly likes?"
Lin Hongyu raised his eyebrows slightly. "No, the lord treats everyone the same."
Pei Zimo nodded in agreement. "Indeed."
Upon hearing their words, Nalan Fu's thoughts instantly drifted away.
Suddenly, she remembered Shangguan Xieyue, whom she had noticed Divine Son Xunran yesterday.
She felt that she was somewhat similar to Shangguan Xieyue, but she was no match for Shangguan Xieyue at all.
If I were to actually encounter that, I would likely meet a very tragic end.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but bite her lip secretly, having already made up her mind.
She slowly raised her head to look at Nan Xunran, and said softly, "Divine Son Xunran, I must take my leave now."
Then, as if making a vow, she said, word by word, "I will come back to find you after I break through to the next level."
Continuing to pester the divine child is pointless and will only annoy people; it would be better to focus on improving one's own strength.
Only when one is strong enough can one be qualified to stand beside a powerful being like the Divine Child.
Saint Son Hall
Nan Xunran parted her lips slightly. "Shadow Night."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the previously calm void, spreading out like waves.
Immediately afterwards, seven people slowly emerged from within, their steps synchronized, and they said in unison, "Master."
Upon seeing the seven people who suddenly appeared, Long was stunned, his face showing astonishment.
His eyes widened, and he thought to himself: So strong! He hadn't sensed the slightest aura from these people at all.
"Gather."
Upon hearing the voice, Long quickly knelt down and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Three days later, go and exterminate the Wen Clan, in my name."
Long replied decisively, "Yes."
Nan Xunran turned his gaze to Shadow Night and the others, and said, "Dubhe."
Dubhe flashed forward and immediately stepped forward, bowing his head and saying, "Master."
Nan Xunran's tone was flat and indifferent as he said, "If he fails, you will take his place."
Then, he glanced at Long and said casually, "Then kill him."
She trembled slightly, but quickly regained her composure.
He knew in his heart that as a substitute for the Divine Son Xunran, without sufficient strength, only death awaited him.
Nan Xunran narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Look up."
Upon hearing this, Long slowly raised his head and met Nan Xunran's gaze, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
Nan Xunran slowly said, "You will stay inside a magical artifact for the next three days. For you, these three days are equivalent to several years."
If your progress over these years is negligible, I will not keep you.
Long was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up with excitement.
He straightened his chest abruptly and shouted, "Yes, my lord!"
His hands clenched unconsciously, his heart filled with excitement: a magical artifact with different internal and external time flow rates—something he had only dared to fantasize about in his dreams.
Now that such an opportunity has come, it's clear that following the Lord was the right choice!
Three days later
Saint Son Hall
The space trembled violently, then a deep rift opened up, and amidst the intertwining light, Long's figure slowly stepped out from the rift.
His aura surged, showing a significant improvement compared to before, as if he had undergone a complete transformation.
His face still held a hint of lingering satisfaction, and he sighed inwardly.
Unfortunately, that magical artifact could only be used once per person, and he had already used up his only chance.
He pulled himself out of his reverie, carefully straightened his clothes, then bowed respectfully and said loudly, "My lord."
Nan Xunran her eyelids slightly, her gaze falling on the system notification:
[The Child of Destiny]
[Peak of the Heavenly God Realm]
His eyes burned with a fierce light, full of anticipation, as he asked, "My lord, shall we go and annihilate the Wen Clan now?"
His body was tense, and his eagerness to try was almost overflowing.
Nan Xunran nodded slightly.
His expression shifted instantly, like water.
His facial muscles twitched slightly, and his features quickly twisted and rearranged, becoming identical to Nan Xunran in the blink of an eye.
He then strode forward and said urgently, "My lord, your breath..."
Nan Xunran waved his hand, which drew a graceful arc in the air, and an invisible force emanated from it.
The aura around him gradually changed, eventually becoming identical to that of Nan Xunran.
He replied with unwavering certainty, "My lord, I will surely succeed."
Then he added, "Why don't you come and take a look too!"
He secretly resolved to make his lord look at him with new eyes.
Wen Clan
He was dressed in a long black robe, and his every move was almost identical to Nan Xunran's.
Unless one is extremely close to him, it would be very difficult to tell that he is not Nan Xunran in person.
Just like the Wen Clan members, they were crowding around and walking into the Wen Clan, completely unaware of anything unusual.
Nan Xunran concealed himself in the void, while Shadow Night and the others stood quietly behind him.
Nan Xunran's gaze was fixed on Long.
From the moment he entered, he kept his lips tightly closed and remained silent.
The unusual silence terrified the Wen Clan, who hurriedly knelt down.
"Divine Son Xunran, we know we were wrong!"
"We didn't mean to provoke you!!"
"Please spare us!"
The cries for mercy blended into a mournful dirge that echoed in the air.
At the same time, the System Light Orb said in Nan Xunran's Sea of Consciousness, "He's afraid of revealing a flaw, so he simply hasn't said a word."
Then, it asked curiously, "He's so confident, what's his trump card? Let me see."
A moment later, the System Light Orb couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! He really has a lot of trump cards up his sleeve. No wonder he's the Child of Destiny!"
In that light, it's not surprising that someone with his Heavenly God Realm strength could wipe out a small Lineage.
On the other side, seeing that the Wen Clan remained silent, they exchanged glances and then slowly stood up.
Then, a strange barrier suddenly rose up outside the Wen Clan, shimmering with light and color, completely blocking out all sounds.
They glared at the lone figure, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Since killing him would lead to the destruction of the Wen Clan by the Nan Clan, and not killing him would also leave the Wen Clan with no chance of survival, it would be better to take him away and at least have a quick death.
In an instant, all the Wen Clan silently drew their swords from their waists, the blades gleaming coldly, and simultaneously aimed them at Luo.
He showed no sign of panic, remaining calm and composed in place.
He really didn't know what his lord was like on a daily basis, after all, he had only spent two short days with him.
Therefore, they could only remain silent, and dared not show any extra expression on their faces.
Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd.