Sheng Fu

As night deepened, Yuwen Jun lay on his bed in the Mengdu Mansion.

Although he is the regent of the Spirit Clan, he is not allowed to reside in the Spirit Clan's palace. Bei Hanfei is his master's wife, and Bei Hanyong is his junior brother, but etiquette is etiquette, and Yuwen Jun must abide by it.

On his bed, Yuwen Jun was still pondering how to train Zhong Yi. As for the upcoming arrival of human and demon delegations to congratulate Bei Han Yong on his ascension to the throne, Yuwen Jun did not take it to heart.

Suddenly, Yuwen Jun lost his composure.

"It's Master's summons!" Yuwen Jun murmured to himself.

He then very cautiously circulated his Chaos Emperor Qi and silently left the Dream Capital.

Inside the Dragon Clan's Secret Realm, within a nine-story palace.

The master sat cross-legged on the futon, his face aged, and the vicissitudes in his eyes were like a flood bursting its banks.

"The Demon Lord has awakened." The Master glanced at Yuwen Jun who had arrived and said calmly.

Yuwen Jun suddenly felt a thud in his chest and fell into a brief daze, like a child who had suddenly drowned and then climbed ashore in a very short time.

"He's been here before?" Yuwen Jun asked, puzzled.

Master shook his head and said, "No, he just cast a heavy gaze, making it hard to tell whether he has truly entered the Half-Step Myriad Realms but has already escaped that sea of ​​suffering."

"He seemed to be confused about some things."

"You need to be careful from now on."

In general, the gods and demons are wary of each other, and the human emperor has to keep the god emperor on guard. The spirit emperor has just died in battle. At this critical juncture, after the demon lord awakens, he is very likely to take advantage of the situation and unify the world in one fell swoop.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

Even Yuwen Jun himself thought so.

No matter how profound the wisdom, it is futile in the face of absolute power.

"Do you have doubts about certain things?" Yuwen Jun asked, puzzled.

Master frowned slightly and said, "There are still powerful ancient beings in the world who dwell in secret realms that cannot be explored, such as the Vermilion Bird Clan."

"For example, the secret of the place of origin."

"He may need some time to answer his own questions, and this time is your time to grow."

Yuwen Jun's emotions were like a surging tide of anger, beyond words.

They always grow up in such extremely stressful situations, where even the slightest mistake can lead to utter ruin...

The master said in a deep voice, "There is no need to worry about anything for the time being. The Demon Lord sees far ahead. Perhaps he has only awakened, but he may not be able to put up a fight."

"The one who should be worried is the God-Emperor, not you."

That being said, the Demon Lord's awakening at this moment is undoubtedly a huge boulder pressing down on Yuwen Jun's chest.

Yuwen Jun suddenly stared at his master, whose face was full of vicissitudes. His breathing became erratic, and he lowered his head slightly, asking in a hoarse voice with great difficulty, "Your health?"

Upon hearing this, the master's lips curled up slightly. Looking at Yuwen Jun's extremely anxious expression, he calmly replied, "She won't die for now."

"I can hold on until the day you enter the Boundless Realm."

Yuwen Jun took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot, revealing an unprecedented resolve.

Seeing this, the master showed affection for Yuwen Jun for the first time and gently reminded him, "Your cultivation should continue as usual. You must not lose your composure just because the situation is too urgent."

“Sometimes the more anxious you are, the more chaotic things become, and the more chaotic things become, the easier it is to die.” Yuwen Jun held his breath and nodded heavily, saying, “I understand.”

Master smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's good that you understand. Throughout history, countless legends have tried to dabble in that ultimate mystery, but none of them have succeeded. The Demon Lord only has the advantage of going first, which does not mean that he can win this game."

"Focus on doing what you're doing right now. I'll step in if necessary."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Yuwen Jun knelt down and bowed deeply.

……

The following day, in the morning, in the Eldar capital.

The sun shines brightly, but the distant mountains are still covered in snow.

Inside the capital, gongs and drums resounded, firecrackers crackled, and a lively and festive atmosphere filled every corner.

The human and demon delegations entered the capital amidst the welcoming crowds of the spirit race. Tang De, Qiu Yu, and Gu Cheng appeared at the forefront of the procession, clearing the way for the envoys who had traveled from afar.

Qianling and Zunhong, each riding a Class A Spirit Clan war deer, followed behind the two important Spirit Clan officials, enjoying the admiration of the Spirit Clan people in the most conspicuous manner.

Along the way, they helped the poor people of the Spirit Clan, often giving away their wealth. Occasionally, they even built roads through mountains and bridges over rivers, which made Qianling and Zunhong's reputation in the Spirit Clan world rise day by day.

Taking care of the Eldar in the smallest details is the best way to make the Eldar feel that their allies are reliable and sincere.

This is the attitude that the three-race alliance needs most.

The main gate of Linggong Palace.

Bei Hanfei held the infant prince in her arms, Yuwen Jun stood beside her, while Linghe Wang and Bei Hanmeng led a group of ministers to stand on the left and right sides.

In the field of vision, Gu Cheng appeared at the forefront, riding his war deer, followed by Tang De and Qiu Yu, and then Princess Qianling and Zun Hong and other members of the delegation.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?" Bei Hanfei's gentle tone echoed across the distance, a soft sound wave washing over the entire capital.

Soon, Qianling and Zunhong arrived in front of Bei Hanfei. Qianling glanced at Yuwen Jun out of the corner of her eye and found it quite interesting. She never expected that Yuwen Jun would become the regent of the Spirit Clan.

"Human Spirits congratulate the new emperor on his ascension to the throne!"

"Your Majesty, Venerable Hong of the Demon Clan, congratulates the new emperor on his ascension to

The two envoys bowed deeply, their posture extremely devout.

With the infant master in her arms, Bei Hanfei was naturally unable to greet the two. Seeing this, Yuwen Jun stepped forward, took Qianling and Zunhong's arms, and said in a deliberately gentle tone, "So you are guests. You must have had a long and arduous journey!"

Qianling suppressed a slight laugh, finding Yuwen Jun's feigned seriousness quite amusing.

Zun Hong was immediately flattered and hurriedly replied, "Your Highness is too kind. The three races are of one mind and one heart. The hardships we have experienced along the way are nothing compared to Your Highness's kindness."

Seeing this, Qianling tactfully replied, "The Regent is busy with countless affairs of state. It is an immense honor for us that he can personally receive us today. How could we dare to complain about the hardship?"

As they spoke, all the members of the delegation behind them knelt down and bowed to Yuwen Jun.

The surrounding Spirit Clan people were all slightly shocked by this scene. They knew that although Yuwen Jun was young, he was highly respected, but they never thought that Yuwen Jun was so highly respected.

The people naturally felt genuinely proud of the scene created by the regent.

When King Linghe and Bei Han dreamed of this scene, they found it amusing and felt that he deserved the title of Regent.

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Jun was both amused and exasperated. However, this grand spectacle was deliberately intended for the common people to witness. He then waved his sleeve and said, "Everyone, rise and come with me to the palace to discuss matters large and small."

Under the unwavering gaze of the onlookers, Yuwen Jun led the important figures of the human, demon, and spirit races into the palace. (End of Chapter)