Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Wow, Mommy, you’re so pretty today!"

As Wan Xian’Er was lost in a daze, a petite figure skipped out of the room and came to a stop before her. She leaned against Wan Xian’Er’s legs, her big, ice-blue eyes blinking as she stared at Wan Xian’Er’s face. With her small mouth slightly agape, she was the picture of pure adorableness. It was none other than Xiao Ying’er.

Today, Xiao Ying’er was dressed in an ice-blue princess dress with a floral-patterned hem. A light, translucent sash was tied around her waist, fashioned into a perfect bow that draped down her back.

Her back-length, ice-blue hair was tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon, with wisps of hair framing her temples. Her delicate, oval face and perfect features radiated boundless sweetness and charm.

Wan Xian’Er smiled and gently lifted Xiao Ying’er onto her lap. Tapping the little girl’s nose, she said, "Xiao Ying’er is much prettier than Mommy. Look, if you don’t believe me."

As she spoke, Wan Xian’Er pointed to their reflection in the mirror, but her gaze lingered on Xiao Ying’er’s face, searching for any trace of Mu Chen. She had to admit, however, that aside from her ice-blue eyes and hair, only the occasional expression bore a striking resemblance to Mu Chen. The little girl’s overall appearance was much more like her own.

But on second thought, a satisfied expression appeared on Wan Xian’Er’s face. After all, Mu Chen hadn’t been what you’d call handsome back then. Although she’d heard from Yalan that he had become quite good-looking now, who knew if that was just the result of a Disguise? ’If she’d taken after him, that would have been a disaster.’

Xiao Ying’er looked at Wan Xian’Er, then at herself. Grasping a lock of hair by her cheek, she asked, "Mommy, why is Ying’er’s hair blue?"

Wan Xian’Er smiled. "Because your daddy’s hair is also blue."

However, just as Wan Xian’Er’s words faded, a ripple of spatial energy emanated from behind her. Immediately after, the Grand Elder of the Ding Palace, Wan Xian’Er’s grandfather Wan Xianlin, stepped out from the void.

"Xian’Er. Xiao Ying’er."

Hearing the soft call, Xiao Ying’er turned her head. When she saw it was Wan Xianlin, she cried out with a smile, "Great-Grandpa!"

A flash of sorrow appeared in Wan Xianlin’s eyes before it was quickly replaced by kindness and affection. He scooped Xiao Ying’er directly into his arms and chuckled, "Let Great-Grandpa see. Let’s see if Xiao Ying’er has gotten any heavier."

But Xiao Ying’er grabbed Wan Xianlin’s long, white beard and said in her childish voice, "Let Ying’er see, too! Let’s see if Great-Grandpa’s beard has gotten any longer~"

Wan Xianlin roared with laughter at her words. "What a clever little one. Great-Grandpa has prepared lots of fun things for you. How about you let Sister Yalan go play with you?"

Hearing there were fun things to play with, Xiao Ying’er nodded repeatedly.

Wan Xianlin smiled faintly and turned to Yalan, who was standing to the side. "Yalan, take Ying’er to the Immortal Rain Hall. I have some little trinkets prepared for her there."

Yalan quickly bowed upon hearing this. "Yes, sir," she said with her head lowered.

As Wan Xian’Er’s personal Maid, she naturally understood Wan Xianlin’s intentions. Besides, it had already been agreed upon from the start: Xiao Ying’er absolutely could not be present for today’s marriage proposal ceremony. Thankfully, Xiao Ying’er didn’t know what Wan Xian’Er’s attire was for. Otherwise, Wan Xian’Er would have had to send her away last night.

Taking Xiao Ying’er, Yalan glanced at Wan Xian’Er. After Wan Xian’Er nodded, she carried the child and walked out. Only after Yalan’s figure had completely disappeared from sight did Wan Xianlin sigh and say to Wan Xian’Er, "Must you do this? It’s not too late to change your mind."

Wan Xian’Er smiled and shook her head. "I have no regrets."

Wan Xianlin sighed once more and nodded. "In that case, Grandpa will support you with all my strength. However, I don’t want this matter to have too great of an impact, so I didn’t notify the other Eight Great Families. Aside from a few surrounding towns, not many people know."

Wan Xian’Er nodded and smiled. "Grandpa, I understand. I’m already very happy that you don’t blame me. Besides, this is all for Ying’er."

Wan Xianlin lowered his brow and contemplated for a moment. In the end, he didn’t try to persuade her further. Tossing down three crystals, he said, "This is some information I had my subordinates gather for me these past two days. The three men described in these crystals should be the most outstanding of all the participants this time. Whether in terms of looks or strength, they are all top-tier choices. As for their backgrounds... well, there are probably few in this world who are a good match for our Little Fairy, and our Ding Palace has no need for such connections anyway. Take a look at these in the meantime. Grandpa still has matters to discuss with the others, so I’ll be leaving for now. Someone will come to escort you to the main hall later."

Taking the three crystals, Wan Xian’Er said, "You should go, Grandpa. I’ll look at them carefully."

Wan Xianlin grunted in acknowledgment. He gave Wan Xian’Er’s stunningly beautiful face one last regretful look, then departed from the Immortal Shadow Hall in a single step.

Wan Xian’Er had no interest in the men described within the three crystals, but out of sheer boredom, she used her Spiritual Power to probe the information they contained.

She had to admit, the men who dared to attend the marriage proposal ceremony were indeed astonishingly handsome. The looks of these three alone would be enough to make countless women go wild anywhere they went. But her heart had already been given completely to that kind man who wasn’t particularly handsome or striking.

Sighing silently, Wan Xian’Er skipped past their appearances and continued reading the other information. But the further she read, the more shocked she became, and a deep worry filled her heart. These three men were simply too outstanding!

Yu Wen Tuo: son of Yu Wenqing, the City Lord of Medicine City. As the Young City Lord, he was a Three-Ring Wood Attribute Martial Venerable at the mere age of twenty-two, and also a Seventh Grade Cauldron Master.

Tuoba Rui: no background, but at only twenty-three, he had already become a Four-Ring Fire Attribute Martial Venerable. By a stroke of luck, he obtained the Holy Soldier Nether Sword and inherited the legacy of the Nether Fire Sword Saint.

Zhang Lie: Young Patriarch of the Zhang Family from South City, a Level 1 City. A twenty-three-year-old Three-Ring Wood Attribute Martial Venerable. His Returning Dragon Spear Technique flowed like water, and even she had heard his name before.

Just looking at their personal strength, these three were already beyond the scope of mere geniuses. She knew that even with the endless supply of Cultivation Resources from the Ding Palace, her own Martial Arts Realm had only just broken through to the Venerable Realm. Reaching the Venerable Realm at just twenty years old was already enough to be called a genius in a region like the Central State, which was teeming with experts. Yet, in front of these three, she felt not a shred of pride. These men were, without a doubt, monsters.

With a helpless sigh, Wan Xian’Er couldn’t help but reflect. If she hadn’t met Mu Chen three years ago, if *that* hadn’t happened between them, she might have seriously considered these three men. But now, even if Qin Shang, the most handsome man on the continent, stood before her, her heart wouldn’t beat any faster.

At this very moment, she was starting to worry about Mu Chen. When they parted ways back then, his Martial Arts Realm was a mere King Realm Second Ring. Although his talent was indeed extraordinary, how much could he have improved in three years? ’He probably hasn’t even broken through to the Emperor Realm yet. In his current state, is it possible for him to defeat these three men?’

The answer was surely no. The gap was simply too vast...

Thinking of this, Wan Xian’Er felt a wave of frustration. She had planned for every possibility, but she could never out-plan fate. They had been separated like mortals and celestial beings, people from two different worlds, only to meet again just as she was about to give up all hope. And their reunion had to be at such an awkward time.

"Is heaven really trying to torture me? Did I, Wan Xian’Er, truly commit some great sin in my past life? My child’s fate, my love’s fate... why is all of this happening?" With a bitter, mumbled laugh, Wan Xian’Er rose weakly to her feet. She stepped outside and gazed toward the distant main hall.

However, just then, a figure in white drifted past. He had long, ice-blue hair and a slender build, and he carried a huge black case on his back. Two silvery-white ribbons fluttered in the wind as he flashed before her eyes and vanished without a trace.

Wan Xian’Er forcefully rubbed her eyes. When she looked again at the empty path before her, there wasn’t a single soul in sight. It was as if everything she had just seen was a trick of the mind...

"Was it just my imagination?"

Shaking her head, Wan Xian’Er took a snow-white veil from her Storage Ring and placed it over her face, completely concealing her fairy-like beauty...

"Of course it wasn’t your imagination. You’ve changed, my Xian’Er... you’ve become even more beautiful..."