Chapter 353: Make a Wish to Me
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“Ming Lang, take the princess through the back door,” Ming Xian whispered, his voice heavy with apology.
“I fear I cannot protect Her Highness. Princess, please leave first. What I owe you, I shall repay in my next life.”
“The Second Elder worships the God of the Netherworld, who commands hundreds of thousands of Underworld Soldiers. You are young; beware of being frightened.” Ming Xian’s guilt weighed on him. A single top-grade spirit stone was enough to ignite a war among noble families, yet Princess Zhao Yang had given four without hesitation.
Ming Xian looked around at the mansion, his eyes filled with emotion.
“Even if I must die, I shall die here, defending the legacy of my ancestors.”
“Uncle Ming, Chao Chao and Yu Zhou will go home on our own. You handle your matters, handle your matters,” the little one waved her chubby hand while backing away.
Ming Xian nodded, glancing at the Ming family members behind him, his eyes turning red. “Ming Family, to battle!”
The Su family had long sought to devour the Ming family. Even if they survived today, they would not escape tomorrow.
Better to fight!
Never shall they tarnish the name of High God Xian Ting!
No one noticed as Lu Chao Chao pulled Xie Yu Zhou under the offering table.
“Shh, don’t make a sound…”
The Second Elder tilted his chin slightly. “Ming Ting, you are the most talented child of the Ming family. It shall be you who drags them down from their pedestal.”
Opposite him, Ming Lang and the clan members glared at him with fury.
“The Ming family devoted all its resources to raising you, only to foster a traitor who betrays his ancestors!” Ming Zhu wiped away his tears in anger.
The young boy had always admired Ming Ting as a role model, never imagining that one day, his idol would stab the family in the back.
Ming Ting held his sword with both hands, his face indifferent.
“With my divine soul, I summon the slumbering God of the Netherworld. May you shroud the land and claim your sacrifices…” A dark sigil surfaced between Ming Ting’s brows, and a thick black fog erupted into the air.
Outside the Ming Family Manor, the Su Family Patriarch frowned.
“Ming Ting truly has some talent, to summon the true form of the God of the Netherworld?”
“Ming Xian must be livid enough to vomit blood.”
All under the heavens knew: the mortal world had emperors, the divine realm had deities, and the underworld had the God of the Netherworld.
The fiend realm had the God of Darkness.
“The fall of the Ming family, which has endured for millennia, is a lamentable sight,” the Su Family Patriarch spoke in feigned regret, his eyes glinting with glee.
Once the Ming family fell, they would swarm in and seize everything.
“Uncle, has the Mystic Turtle Ancestor been found?” Nan Feng Yu asked.
The Su Family Patriarch sighed. “This time, the ancestor has been absent for days, with no contact. This has never happened before.”
Nan Feng Yu whispered, “Could something have happened to him?”
The Su Family Patriarch shook his head. “Impossible. The ancestor’s strength surpasses all great noble families. Who could harm him?”
He refused to believe otherwise.
Nan Feng Yu pondered before saying, “The imperial family possesses Tracking Cranes. Once I return to the palace, I will have Mu Bai send one.”
“As long as the crane catches the scent of something frequently used by the ancestor, it will lead us straight to him. You need only follow.”
The Su Family Patriarch nodded.
“By the way, I heard Princess Zhao Yang is visiting the noble families to have heart-to-heart talks?” Nan Feng Yu’s eyes gleamed with mockery.
The Su Family Patriarch burst into laughter.
“Worry not, Uncle will make sure she enters smiling and leaves in tears.”
Nan Feng Yu smirked. “People might accuse us of bullying children.”
Their laughter echoed far.
Under the offering table, Lu Chao Chao pulled out a large turtle shell, using it as a seat.
Xie Yu Zhou rubbed his eyes. “You’re not even trying to hide anymore?”
“You’re just dumb,” Lu Chao Chao retorted without looking up.
Xie Yu Zhou: …
They lifted the golden tablecloth, revealing two little heads, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The black fog surged, and a massive, shadowy figure loomed over the Ming Family Manor, looking down upon them with cold arrogance.
The city’s commoners, catching glimpses of the figure, hurriedly shut their doors and windows, daring not to watch.
“Do you know the difference between the Southern Kingdom and Northern Zhao?” Lu Chao Chao asked, still keen on chatting with Xie Yu Zhou.
“The Southern Kingdom can summon gods? Northern Zhao cannot?” Xie Yu Zhou guessed seriously.
Lu Chao Chao shook her head. “Northern Zhao loves to watch excitement; Southern Kingdom does not. See? On such a lively day, not a single commoner stands outside…”
Xie Yu Zhou pondered, then nodded in agreement.
“He has summoned the God of the Netherworld,” Ming Xian breathed heavily.
Within the black fog, countless wandering souls swirled.
The Ming family members paled, some chanting exorcism mantras in an attempt to drive away the spirits.
“Patriarch, the black fog is eroding us…” a young clan member cried out in panic.
Upon contact with the fog, they could feel their very souls being gnawed away.
The youth collapsed, writhing in agony.
In moments, more than half had fallen.
Seeing the fog draw closer, Lu Chao Chao widened her eyes, and the black mist immediately avoided the offering table.
Ming Xian was heartbroken. “Ming Ting, do you truly wish to bring death upon your own kin? These are your brothers and sisters!”
“Ming Cheng! We share the same mother! How could you do this?!” Ming Xian watched helplessly as one family member after another fell, despair and guilt flooding his heart.
Ming Lang knelt before the offering table, forming hand seals, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“The fourteenth-generation disciple of the Ming Family, Ming Lang, humbly invites High God Xian Ting to descend upon the Southern Kingdom…”
“The fourteenth-generation disciple of the Ming Family, Ming Lang, humbly invites High God Xian Ting to descend upon the Southern Kingdom…” His voice trembled as he watched his family suffer.
Offerings filled the table.
He had bathed, fasted, and burned incense for three days, yet there was no response.
What should he do? What should he do?
Was this the end of the Ming family?
Was the heavens determined to annihilate them?
At that moment, Lu Chao Chao stretched out a chubby hand from beneath the offering table. “Give me a chicken leg. Quick, give me a chicken leg…”
Ming Lang froze, his tears still wet on his cheeks.
Hadn’t she left? How did she crawl out from under the table?
He dazedly tore a chicken leg from the offering table and handed it to her.
“Make a wish to me!” Lu Chao Chao took a big bite. Cold. Not tasty.
Ming Lang laughed bitterly, tears pouring. If only wishes could come true.
“High God Xian Ting, descend…” If only it were possible.
Lu Chao Chao smiled, hearing his wish.
Her tiny brows furrowed solemnly.
“In my name, I command High God Xian Ting to descend upon the mortal realm!” the young girl’s voice was soft yet resolute.
The sky above them split apart, golden radiance flooding the earth.
The Tree of Life pierced the darkness, standing tall in the vast heavens.
It shattered the God of the Netherworld, the black fog dispersing rapidly.
A colossal divine figure stood atop its crown.