A Cutie Spoiled by Her Seven Uncles-Chapter 742 - 693 Please everyone re-read this -

As soon as Mr. Wu finished speaking, Princess Ata could no longer contain herself. She stepped out from behind the Emperor and the others, pointed at Mr. Wu, and angrily denounced him.

"So this has been your true goal all along—to incite war between the Central Plains and Nanjiang! You don’t want everyone to practice Witchcraft; you want to turn them all into Witch Power-assimilated individuals. Then you can control them and make them serve your ends!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Mr. Wu let out a strange chuckle at Princess Ata’s accusation. "Ha! Princess Ata, you certainly have a vivid imagination. You’re not wrong, but you’ve only guessed half of it!"

"Only half? What do you mean by that?"

Princess Ata felt a surge of panic. If this was only half the truth, then what was the other half?

"Princess Ata, you are, in fact, a perfect practitioner of Witchcraft. It’s merely a pity that seven years ago, your Witch Power was destroyed by Ji Youyuan. As a result, you can no longer receive Witch Power infusions and can only rebuild your cultivation slowly, bit by bit!"

Hearing this, Princess Ata clenched her jaw. Memories of seven years past involuntarily flooded her mind, her composure instantly shattering.

Feeling Princess Ata’s body tremble, Xie Pan’Er quickly steadied her. "What’s wrong?"

"I... I want to kill this traitorous villain!"

Princess Ata gritted her teeth. Her mind raced back seven years, to when the Great Wizard of Nanjiang had announced to the world that he had found his successor. Although he never revealed this successor’s identity or name, he widely proclaimed her extraordinary and unparalleled talent—how brilliant her innate gifts were, how accomplished her cultivation! Indeed, Princess Ata was exceptionally gifted and intelligent. Her cultivation progressed swiftly, and the Great Wizard always said she was a talent with great promise. So, he directly performed a Witch Power Infusion on her, granting her fifty years of Power. For a time, her prominence in the Nanjiang royal court was unmatched. But later, she gradually discovered that her body was often not under her own control. Sometimes she would lose consciousness for no reason. Gradually, she found herself killing indiscriminately, committing all sorts of heinous acts. Until one day, she met a man from the Central Plains. He was young yet already possessed profound cultivation, having become a Half-Step Grandmaster before the age of thirty. His appearance offered her a sliver of opportunity. She deliberately engaged him in a prolonged magical duel, eventually forcing him to use the Mind-Probing Dream Scroll. She seized the chance, using the scroll to cleanse her mind and spirit. When she emerged, she had destroyed her own Witch Power and fallen into a deep coma. When she awoke, more than three months had passed, and she never saw that man again. It wasn’t until later, when she arrived in Great Han, that she saw the Dream Scroll again before the Mingwu Building. Only then did she realize that the man with whom she had fiercely battled in Nanjiang back then was actually the Sect Leader of the Illusion Sect, and moreover, the eldest son of Ji Shang, Great Han’s God of War! However, when he saw her, he didn’t utter a single word about what had happened back then! So she felt there was no need for her to bring it up either!

As these memories, so vivid they felt present, replayed in Princess Ata’s mind, waves of hatred surged within her heart. She knew perfectly well that this Mr. Wu before her, like the previous one, was surely just a puppet. Yet, fueled by rage, she gathered her Witch Power, channeled her Qi, and lunged forward, fiercely striking out with her palm at Mr. Wu!

"Hmph! Overestimating your abilities!" Mr. Wu snorted coldly, retaliating instantly with a powerful palm strike of his own, sending her flying backward!

"AAAH!" Princess Ata cried out, spewing blood as she hurtled through the air.

"Princess Ata!" Xie Pan’Er cried out worriedly, rushing forward to catch her. "Are you all right?"

"COUGH, COUGH!" Princess Ata coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body weak as she leaned against Xie Pan’Er’s shoulder.

"It truly is a pity. Your Witch Power was completely dispersed, and you had to start your cultivation anew. Yet, in just a few short years, you’ve managed to reach this level. If Ji Youyuan hadn’t destroyed your cultivation back then, you would undoubtedly be an exceptionally perfect vessel by now!"

Mr. Wu’s voice carried a tone of both lament and frustration.

Princess Ata, however, found his words nauseating and infuriating. Although her body was injured, it didn’t mean she was truly so vulnerable!

"Vessel? In your dreams!" Princess Ata retorted. With a flick of her wrist, a short flute appeared in her hand, and she began to play a plaintive, wailing tune.

Xie Pan’Er and the others recognized the melody; it was the tune Princess Ata used to summon birds and beasts.