Battle of the Hanging Bell

In Ganquan Garden of the Imperial Capital, Su Yun was bathing and recuperating. After a moment, the sound of him stepping out of the bath came from the inner chamber.

Outside, many immortals had already prepared the altar and were waiting for Su Yun to bathe and change.

"Why do important people always like to bathe and change clothes before performing a ritual?" Yingying asked the Crown Prince. "Do you also bathe and change before performing a ritual?"

The Crown Prince replied blandly, "So do I. I wash until I smell sweet and fresh, then I feel clear-headed and refreshed. That way, killing people is more satisfying."

Yingying stuck out her tongue and laughed. "You just like pretending to be refined."

The Crown Prince shook his head. "When facing a great battle, one must bathe, burn incense, and change into new clothes. The new clothes must be soft and fit well, with no unnecessary ornaments to interfere with oneself. This is respect for one's own life."

Before he had finished speaking, the doors opened. Su Yun, clad in white and solemn in expression, walked slowly and directly onto the altar.

The Crown Prince said softly, "Especially when one stands high and holds great power, failure is not allowed. Failure means all one's efforts flow away like water, and the hopes of the countless millions under one's command turn into disappointment. At such a time, one needs to sit in the bath and calm down, use the fragrance to smoke away the troubles on one's body, put on new clothes, cast off former burdens, and travel light."

Yingying looked at him. Though this Crown Prince was a divine emperor born from the Innate Blessed Land of the Sixth Immortal Realm, he had another identity: every divine emperor born in every Immortal