Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

At this sight, to Mu Chen’s utter astonishment, Cang Mei’s old eyes streamed with tears as he began to wail! It was as if a great dam had burst, and at that moment, the entire Council Pavilion was plunged into an atmosphere of profound sorrow.

Every Great Power seated here was over two hundred years old, with some of the eldest having reached five hundred. Yet, before Mu Chen, they all wept and cried out. Only Wan Xianlin remained relatively composed, merely shedding silent tears as he gazed at the two items in front of Mu Chen.

Watching the scene spiral out of control, Mu Chen suddenly felt extremely awkward. Why? Because after a few sobs, every one of these old seniors would turn their tear-filled, cloudy eyes to look at him. The feeling was indescribably strange. He was stuck—he couldn’t move, but he couldn’t stay still either. It wasn’t appropriate to speak, but staying silent was agonizing. Helpless, he could only hold his posture in this tense atmosphere for a full ten minutes.

It was Wan Xianlin who first emerged from his sorrowful emotions. But it might have been better if he hadn’t, for the moment he did, he gave Mu Chen a tremendous shock! Before Mu Chen’s utterly stunned gaze, this figure who stood at the pinnacle of the entire Extreme Martial Continent actually bent his noble body and bowed deeply to him!

This bow was earth-shattering. Mu Chen felt the world spin, his face draining of all color in shock. As if by reflex, he scrambled several meters to the side, putting distance between himself and Wan Xianlin. How could he possibly withstand a bow from such a Great Power?

But just as he dodged Wan Xianlin’s bow, seven or eight other Great Powers from the Ding Palace bowed in his direction in the very next moment, shouting in unison, "We respectfully welcome the Saint Heir!"

Mu Chen froze at their words. ’What Saint Heir? What’s going on?’

Wan Xianlin looked up and said respectfully, "It is the ancestral tenet of the Ding Palace: he who obtains the Holy Cauldron becomes the Ding Palace Saint Son and shall immediately assume command. Moreover, you have been acknowledged as master by both the Holy Cauldron and the Holy Scripture. The title of Ding Palace Saint Son is truly deserved."

This gave Mu Chen an even bigger headache. A moment ago, he had been fearing for his life, but now the situation had completely reversed. Not only that, but it seemed the tables had turned, and they were calling him some kind of Ding Palace Saint Son.

"Um, esteemed seniors, could you please not do this? It’s making me very uncomfortable." Mu Chen’s mouth twitched twice. If there were a way out right now, he would have bolted without a second glance.

Wan Xianlin also realized Mu Chen’s distress. He cleared his throat, straightened up, and said, "There is nothing to be done. How could we possibly disrespect the tenets laid down by our ancestors?"

Wan Xianzhong’s expression was somewhat complicated, but he still said respectfully, "Indeed. Since the Saint Heir has returned to his rightful place, I, the acting Ding Palace Master, can also step down."

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This left Mu Chen completely dumbfounded. But just then, the boom of ceremonial cannons and waves of cheers suddenly erupted from the Outer Realm. Still in a daze, Mu Chen’s brow furrowed, and his expression immediately darkened. He knew exactly what those cannons and cheers signified.

The change in Mu Chen’s expression was noted by all the Ding Palace Elders. Alarmed, Wan Xianlin quickly said, "Saint Heir, since you are Xiao Ying’er’s father, then all of this is perfectly reasonable. Please wait a moment. I will immediately order the cancellation of this marriage proposal ceremony."

Hearing this, Mu Chen let out a long sigh and said to Wan Xianlin with sincerity, "Grand Elder, Palace Master, I obtained the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture purely by a stroke of luck. Although I am aware of their value to the Ding Palace, I still cannot accept this ’Saint Heir’ business. But let’s set that aside for now. While I was unaware of what was happening with Xian’Er, I am still the one who has wronged her. Xian’Er is the woman I love and Ying’Er’s mother. That is an indisputable fact. If I can’t even handle this marriage proposal matter myself, then I am not worthy of being with Xian’Er. So please, let me be the one to put an end to this."

"But, Saint Heir—!"

Wan Xianlin tried to say more, but Mu Chen immediately cut him off. "Please, do not call me Saint Heir again. It is too great an honor for me. You are Xian’Er’s grandfather, and the Palace Master is her father. How can there be a custom where elders are reverent toward a junior?"

"Unacceptable! The ancestral tenets are the ancestral tenets!" At this, Cang Mei and the other Elders voiced their opposition to Mu Chen’s words.

Mu Chen took a deep breath and said coolly, "Fine! Is it true that the words of the Saint Heir are an absolute command?"

Wan Xianlin nodded. "That is correct. For the Ding Palace, the Saint Heir’s words are an absolute command."

"Very well!" Mu Chen’s expression became extremely solemn. "In the name of the Saint Heir, I command you: from now on, when you see me, you are to treat me as a junior. The current Palace Master will remain the Ding Palace Master! All Elders who have witnessed the existence of the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture will maintain absolute secrecy about what you have just seen! And you will regard me as a junior! That is all."

"This..." Hearing this, Wan Xianzhong and the other Elders looked at each other, at a loss for words.

Mu Chen feigned anger. "What’s wrong? This is an absolute command. Are you esteemed seniors going to defy it?"

The Elders hurriedly replied, "We wouldn’t dare. But in doing so, we would be violating the ancestral tenets. Please, Saint Heir, do not put us in such a difficult position."

’Then what should we do?’ Mu Chen nearly went mad with frustration, but he quickly calmed himself. He knew this was definitely not the time to get bogged down in such matters. A flash of inspiration struck him. "How about this: in front of outsiders, I am just me, and you are still the Elders and Palace Master of the Ding Palace. You can only call me Mu Chen. I won’t object if you call me... that Saint Heir thing... when it’s just us. If you esteemed seniors still disagree, then I’ll have no choice but to find a way to slip away and take Xian’Er and Xiao Ying’er with me. Don’t doubt me. Although I can’t defeat any of you in a fight, if I decide to leave, you really won’t be able to stop me."

The Elders chattered amongst themselves for a moment before Wan Xianlin finally compromised. In truth, he didn’t believe for a second that Mu Chen had the ability to slip away, but they didn’t want to push him into a corner, so they had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Mu Chen was overjoyed. "Then it’s settled! I have to get outside quickly. Esteemed seniors, please give me a hand. Send me outside the main hall, but not to a crowded area."

Wan Xianlin nodded. "Then let’s go together. If any accidents occur, we can deal with them promptly."

Are you kidding? Mu Chen was the Ding Palace’s treasure now. If anything happened to him, the White Dragon Cauldron and Golden Dragon Scripture would be gone too. Having finally seen these two items again, they had no intention of losing them.

This time, Mu Chen didn’t object, allowing Wan Xianlin, Wan Xianzhong, and the seven core Elders of the Ding Palace to lead him through space. When they reappeared, they were thousands of meters in the air above the Ding Palace’s main hall. However, since there were no longer clouds to obscure the view below, Mu Chen activated his Ice Extreme Demon Pupils and could clearly see the situation on the ground.

Meanwhile, outside the main hall, countless Ding Palace Guards, Maids, and Low-level Cauldron Masters stood lining both sides of a grand avenue. This avenue led directly to the plaza outside the hall. In the center of the plaza, hundreds of tables and chairs were arranged. Most prominently, nine red tables and chairs were placed at the very front. Each of these nine tables seated only four people, and occupying one of those thirty-six seats signified the right to compete for the title of the Palace Master’s son-in-law.

Strangely, however, while eight of these nine tables were filled with four people each, the very first table had only three occupants. One of them carried a heavy, bandage-wrapped object on his back and occasionally took a sip of wine. Another gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. The last one was disdainfully sizing up the handsome men at the other eight tables, muttering to himself from time to time.

Without a doubt, these three were none other than Yu Wen Tuo, Tuoba Rui, and Zhang Lie, whom Mu Chen had encountered at the entrance to the main hall!

"The young miss is here!! The young miss is here!!"

As Mu Chen floated in the air observing them, a sudden shout from an unknown person completely captured his attention...