Joining the Joyful Union Sect, My Life in the Grip of My Senior Sister

Chapter 383: How dare you humiliate me!

Upon hearing Lin Fengmian’s cutting words, the face of the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign turned as green as grass. He was so enraged that his body trembled uncontrollably.

Was he running a brothel now?

It felt as if a street thug had defiled his wife and, after tasting the forbidden fruit, had the audacity to come back and demand more.

Since he had become a sovereign, who had ever dared to humiliate him like this?

At this moment, he no longer cared about the Immortal Pavilion or the Ancestral Witch’s blood. All he wanted to do was kill the brat standing before him.

“You wretch, how dare you humiliate me like this!”

The Heavenly Fiend Sovereign, now completely enraged, became even more furious. With every move, the heavens and earth seemed to collapse, and the sky was filled with constant lightning and thunder.

Luo Xue immediately sensed the danger and urged, “Hurry, his true body is about to descend!”

Lin Fengmian was well aware of this. The Heavenly Fiend Sovereign was using his projection to buy time for his true body to arrive.

“Heavenly Fiend Sovereign, I’m done playing with you,” Lin Fengmian said as he cast one last meaningful glance at Jun Yunshang. He transmitted his voice to her, “Help me activate the teleportation array!”

Without another word, he casually swung his sword toward Jun Chengye, then transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.

The Heavenly Fiend Sovereign snorted coldly, countered with a punch that shattered Lin Fengmian’s sword light, and then he pursued him relentlessly.

After all, Jun Chengye was someone who had sworn allegiance to him. How could he allow Lin Fengmian to kill him so easily?

Even though the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign had blocked the main force of the attack, the remaining energy of the sword light still struck Jun Chengye, leaving him in a miserable state, coughing up blood.

“Chengye, are you okay?” Ding Fuxia asked worriedly, supporting him.

Jun Chengye slowly shook his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He kept a watchful eye on Jun Yunshang.

After Lin Fengmian and Luo Xue left, the Holy Emperor’s Palace fell into an eerie silence. All eyes were now focused on the two of them.

Zhao Ban and Wei Ting led the Golden Feather Guards to surround the pair in a tight circle. The atmosphere was tense, with swords drawn and bows tensed.

Jun Yunshang glared at Jun Chengye with a murderous intent that made his forehead break out in a cold sweat. The pressure was overwhelming.

Jun Chengye clenched and unclenched his fists, analyzing the situation and weighing his options.

Although Junyan’s dragon qi was now weak and the palace’s array had been shattered by the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign, there were still four Void Realm experts present, including Fan Qiongyin and several court officials. In addition, the Golden Feather Guards and Black Feather Guards were watching from the sidelines, ready to strike.

Even with Ding Fuxia by his side, and despite the deep roots of the Ding family and their loyal followers, it would be nearly impossible for them to fight their way out.

In the end, he decided against making a desperate gamble. He lowered his head and said, “Your Majesty, please calm your anger. The Heavenly Fiend Sovereign forced me to take the throne. I had no choice. Please forgive me.”

Jun Yunshang’s cold gaze remained fixed on Jun Chengye, her killing intent undiminished.

Young Master Ye had once said, “Letting a tiger return to the mountains will bring endless trouble.”

Just as she was about to act without hesitation, a weak sigh echoed in her ear.

“Child, you must consider the master when beating a dog. He cannot be touched.”

Jun Yunshang froze in place, tears streaming down her cheeks without even realizing it.

“Father?”

The moment the tears touched the ground, they transformed into golden flames that burned around Jun Yunshang, creating a small-scale Holy Fire Imperial Court domain around her.

“Is this the Holy Fire Imperial Court of the old Holy Emperor?” someone shouted in disbelief.

“What’s going on here? Why would the Holy Fire Imperial Court of the Holy Emperor appear here?” Wei Ting asked, his voice filled with shock.

A towering figure materialized within the flames, radiating an aura of authority that stunned everyone who saw it.

Zhao Ban, who was in a disheveled state, exclaimed with joy, “Emperor Lingtian!

Others shouted, “Your Majesty, you’re unharmed?”

“Thank goodness! I knew Your Majesty would be fine!”

…

Jun Lintian stood within the flames, his gaze sweeping over Jun Chengye. The cold intent in his eyes made Jun Chengye’s scalp tingle with fear.

He stammered, “Father!”

Jun Lintian stood with his hands behind his back, a faint, enigmatic smile on his lips. “You certainly put on quite a show for me. Fascinating!”

“Since you all seem to be questioning the legitimacy of the throne, let me make it clear once again: I hereby pass the throne to Yunshang. Anyone who dares to object will be executed without mercy!”

With these words, the succession debate was officially settled. Everyone present replied in unison, “We will obey the Holy Emperor’s decree!”

Jun Lintian waved his hand, and flames engulfed the area, enveloping both him and Jun Yunshang.

He looked at Jun Yunshang and smiled. “Child, Junyan cannot afford to touch Chengye now. After all, even the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign is protecting him.”

“The Ding family has deep roots and cannot be touched for now. For the sake of your father, spare his life for now and deal with him later.”

Jun Yunshang nodded tearfully. “Yunshang understands!”

Jun Lintian smiled gently. “Don’t blame your father for not stepping in earlier to help you and the boy.”

“I was lucky enough to benefit from that boy’s actions. By devouring the remnants of the Netherworld Sword Saint’s soul, I was able to gather some strength. But even then, I could only pretend to be a ghost.”

“Moreover, if the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign had sensed my presence, he would have instantly annihilated me, leaving no room for me to speak.”

Jun Yunshang looked at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling. “Yunshang doesn’t blame you, Father!”

Seeing her overwhelmed with guilt, Jun Lintian stepped closer and smiled. “Your father doesn’t blame you either. Don’t dwell on it.”

“Father is destined to leave sooner or later. Whether or not I die at the hands of someone else, it doesn’t matter. I don’t blame him. I just feel sorry for you, my dear.”

He gently tapped Jun Yunshang’s forehead with his finger and smiled. “This is the Phoenix Nirvana Technique I realized during my near-death experience, as well as the seed of the Holy Fire Imperial Court. I’ll entrust them to you.”

Jun Yunshang felt a set of techniques and strategies appear in her mind for dealing with the current situation.

Realizing what was happening, she looked at Jun Lintian with reluctance.

“Father, are you leaving?”

Jun Lintian gently pushed her back with a smile on his face. “Alright, don’t show such a girlish attitude.”

“You are my little phoenix, destined to soar through the nine heavens as Empress Fengyao. Junyan will be in your hands from now on.”

“Father is leaving…”

The Holy Fire Imperial Court rapidly burned and blossomed, then transformed into a massive fire lotus that closed around them.

When the flames subsided, only Jun Yunshang remained standing, her forehead adorned with a crimson fire lotus mark.

She stood there in a daze, then forced back her tears and whispered, “Your daughter respectfully bids farewell to Father.”

The officials also bowed in unison. “We respectfully bid farewell to the Holy Emperor Lingtian!”

In the crowd, Zhao Ban heard a gentle chuckle in his ear: “Well done, my old friend.”

Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. “Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. I don’t deserve it.”

After a while, Jun Yunshang regained her composure. She looked at Jun Chengye, but managed to hold back her anger.

He was under the protection of the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign, and she couldn’t afford to kill him.

She resolutely turned around and returned to her throne, her voice steady as she asked, “Zhao Ban, what should we do next?”

Although she appeared the same as before, she was now a completely different person, radiating an aura of authority.

Zhao Ban composed himself, straightened his attire, and replied in a low voice, “Your Majesty, we should proceed with the coronation of the princes.”

Jun Yunshang nodded and coldly looked at Jun Chengye and Ding Fuxia. “Then let’s begin.”

“Jun Chengye, step forward to receive your coronation!” Zhao Ban announced.

Jun Chengye knew that the tables had turned. With the appearance of Jun Lintian’s spirit, Jun Yunshang’s claim to the throne was now unassailable.

Unless she was forced to abdicate under pressure, even if he killed her, it would only result in the collapse of the dynasty’s fortune.

He nervously stepped forward, knelt down, and bowed. “Jun Chengye awaits your decree!”