When one person attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to the heavens—let alone his own flesh and blood.

"Teacher, when my father fights his way in, do you want to live?" Fu Zilin asked.

Huai Bingyi suddenly felt incomparably awkward; he simply couldn’t answer, couldn’t bring himself to say it—especially to tell a ten-year-old child that he wanted to beg for his life.

"I do... I haven’t really proven my worth in this world yet, of course I want to live." Huai Bingyi said with difficulty.

Fu Zilin said, "Then kneel down and beg me, listen to my orders, and from now on I’ll plead for you in front of my father, okay?"

Huai Bingyi instantly burned with rage. Fuck your grandpa, Suo Lun is a bastard, and the son he sired is no good either. He’s only ten, and he wants Huai Bingyi to kneel to him?

Huai Bingyi’s face twitched again and again as he forced down the killing intent in his heart; he really wished he could slap this scheming little brat to death.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t dare.

However, to kneel to a child, and one who was his student at that—he couldn’t do it, he absolutely couldn’t. Even if he wanted to live, even if he knew Fu Zilin was basically a lifeline, he still didn’t want to humiliate himself by kneeling to a ten-year-old kid.

At once, Huai Bingyi said coldly, "Fu Zilin, your father won’t necessarily win. Don’t forget we still have the Lunar Holy Palace. Our strength still far surpasses your father’s, and we still have a trump card."

With that, Huai Bingyi turned and left.

Ji Mengbai could afford to lose face; he still wanted to keep his. Fu Lingxi had no backbone; he still had his.

After Huai Bingyi left, Fu Lingxi was both happy and sad.

Happy that there was no one left to steal her credit, sad that she was worried he’d go and inform on them.

"Your Highness Imperial Concubine, please come with me to the Demon Star Pavilion to see Princess Qin Qin right away. Have her issue an edict calling on the Tomb Priests in the Sky Holy Palace to rebel and welcome Your Majesty the Demon Emperor into the core of the Sky Holy Palace." Fu Lingxi said.

Fu Yan’er didn’t have much of a mind of her own. Hearing Fu Lingxi say all this, she hurriedly nodded.

Fu Zilin said from the side, "What, I don’t work? I’m also my father’s own son. I can write the edict for you, and I can go with you too."

Fu Lingxi froze. "You’re coming with me?"

Fu Zilin said, "I know Father really dotes on Elder Sister, and he’s never seen me. So she’s more influential. But we don’t have time now, Huai Bingyi might already be off tattling. But if I go with you in person, that’s definitely more useful than Sister’s edict. I have to let Father see that I am absolutely his most outstanding son."

Fu Lingxi’s eyes lit up. Indeed, the Demon Emperor’s son Fu Zilin personally calling everyone to rebel was much more convincing.

Especially since he and Demon Emperor Lanling really looked alike.

But at the side, Fu Yan’er was reluctant and a bit scared, worried that if her son ran out like this he’d be harmed.

"Mother, don’t worry, right now in the Sky Holy Palace no one dares harm us." Fu Zilin said.

Fu Lingxi kowtowed and said, "Yes, Yan’er, don’t worry. Right now in the entire Sky Holy Palace, including Shi Tian, no one dares to so much as lay a finger on His Highness the Prince. Even if they kill me, they wouldn’t dare touch a single hair on His Highness’s head."

Seeing her son acting like a little adult, Fu Yan’er was both proud and reluctant. She hugged him tight, kissed him, and said, "Go. Your father has so many sons, you must perform well and make him look at you with new eyes."

...

Just like that, Fu Lingxi led Demon Emperor Lanling’s son Fu Zilin out of the Qi Luo Palace.

The four Tomb Priests guarding the place immediately blocked Fu Lingxi and said in a low voice, "It’s one thing that you disobeyed orders and broke into the Qi Luo Palace, but now you’re even bringing the Demon Emperor’s son out. If the higher-ups blame this on us, none of us will survive. Absolutely not."

Fu Lingxi was just about to speak when Fu Zilin suddenly said, "Masters, I am Your Majesty the Demon Emperor’s own son. If you follow me, I promise you’ll get to sit in the Sky Judge’s seat. I can swear to that."

At these words, the expressions of the four Tomb Priests changed slightly.

These four Tomb Priests were all at the Sub-King Layer; they’d only ever been at Candidate Sky Priest level before. Ever since being awakened by Heaven Tomb, they had become even more mediocre, because there were a full two thousand Tomb Priests; their status was even lower and they’d been assigned to guard the Qi Luo Palace.

Even so, Fu Zilin was just a child. Just because of what he said, it was really hard for them to turn their coats; that would be far too childish. So they pretended they hadn’t heard him.

"It’s chaos outside, please stay inside the palace, Your Highness." the four Tomb Priests on guard said. "So, please go back."

They stopped Fu Zilin from leaving.

Fu Zilin said, "I know you don’t believe me, think I can’t make you the Sky Judge. Fine. When my father arrives, I’ll just tell him you abused me. Let’s see if my father kills you or not. You might not believe I can make you big shots, but I can at least get you killed, right?"

At that, the four Tomb Priests’ faces changed drastically.

Fuck, how can this kid be so vicious?

And he wasn’t wrong at all. You might not believe he could help you rise, but killing you would be more than easy.

Either kill me now, or pray that my father Your Majesty the Demon Emperor doesn’t win.

But the situation was already falling apart. Demon Emperor Lanling had already taken half of the Sky Holy Palace; the other half was in a panic. It felt like it was only a matter of time before it fell.

So whether this vicious kid could help them rise was one thing, but him having them killed in the future was pretty much a sure thing.

"My father is the emperor of the whole world, and he doesn’t have that many sons. If you’re willing to follow me, you’ll be the first batch to follow me, and I’ll definitely treat you very, very well." Fu Zilin’s wording sounded childish, but the meaning behind it was seasoned and shrewd.

From the side, Fu Lingxi said, "His Majesty the Prince is only ten this year, yet he’s already this domineering and wise. In the future, what he inherits will be far more than just a vast empire. Don’t you even have that bit of courage? With such tremendous wealth and glory before you, you don’t dare fight for it? What, you’re afraid of taking sides too early and getting executed by the Sky Holy Palace? How old are you now? How many more years can you live? Yet once you pledge allegiance to Your Majesty the Demon Emperor—he’s the Lord of a Plane, he can easily grant you another hundred years of life, let you have sons and daughters and build a clan. I’m such a young Candidate Sky Priest and even I dare to bet—yet you don’t? And even if you die, you’ll be dying for His Majesty the Prince. For the Chaos Emperor to revive you would be child’s play!"

Fu Lingxi was indeed more seasoned; in one sentence she hit right at the hearts of the four Tomb Priests.

Exactly, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor was the Chaos Emperor, the master of this entire world. He could easily resurrect them, and could also extend their lives by a hundred years.

"To hell with it..." one of the Tomb Priests said.

"Right, to hell with it." another Tomb Priest said. "We’re at least senior figures, yet the Sky Holy Palace actually sent us to stand guard at a door—that’s really going too far. Let’s just follow His Majesty the Prince and gamble once."

Immediately, the four Tomb Priests knelt and kowtowed. "Your servant greets Your Highness, long live, long live, live for ten thousand years!"

"Good!" Fu Zilin said. "As long as you let me put on a good performance in front of my father, I will definitely not forget your benefits."

Fu Lingxi said, "Congratulations to you four elders. Wealth, glory, and a clan foundation lasting millennia are now within your grasp."

Then she added, "Huai Bingyi has definitely gone to inform on us. We need to hurry and keep pulling in Tomb Priests. As long as we win over a few hundred, they won’t dare do anything to us."

"Yes, yes, we support His Majesty the Prince in continuing to persuade them to surrender!" the four Tomb Priests said.

Then, the four Tomb Priests and one Candidate Sky Priest, Fu Lingxi, escorted the Demon Emperor’s son Fu Zilin as they went out to aggressively recruit defectors.

...

Inside the Cosmic Tower!

Tian Daoqi had already repeated himself countless times.

"Your Majesties of the Lunar Holy Palace, may we surrender to Demon Emperor Lanling?"

Dozens of times, hundreds of times, thousands of times.

He would not stop until he got an answer.

Finally, the Lunar Holy Palace responded for the first time.

"No!"

...

Note: Here’s the first Chapter of the day, begging for your support, thank you all.