Meeting Again

At the border of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, the Black Dragon Cavalry had been divided into three groups, each stationed to guard and prepare for an assault in different directions, excluding the north. The western and eastern units each consisted of 20,000 troops, while Hei Long personally led a force of 12,700 Black Dragon Cavalry soldiers in the west, ready to strike neighboring continents.

At that moment, a member of the Dark Shadow Secret Unit arrived to deliver Li Huang's orders. Hei Long listened attentively, and upon learning that they were permitted to attack the three lower-tier continents adjacent to the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, he promptly commanded his troops to advance. The thundering sound of hooves echoed in all directions. Meanwhile, the eastern and western forces also received the same orders and swiftly moved out. Due to the overwhelming strength difference, the invasion proceeded smoothly, with enemy forces in the lower-tier continents easily crushed and destroyed.

Once the conquest of the three continents was complete, Li Huang received an increase in kill points, gaining between one and three billion points from each continent, depending on its size and spiritual energy level.

[Total Kill Points: 14,295,948,220]

Meanwhile, Li Huang quietly calculated his points and assessed the situation within his golden carriage as it moved steadily forward. Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted the silence—a carriage collided forcefully with Li Huang's, shaking the entire area. Moments later, a series of attacks targeted both carriages, followed by a resounding explosion.

Boom!

Smoke filled the area, and through the haze, a mocking voice rang out.

"Did you think you could truly escape? Li Xian, Li Ting, Li Qing! My young master wants you as his concubines. It's a rare fortune for you, yet you dared to reject him!"

As the smoke cleared, Li Huang's golden carriage remained standing, unscathed and surrounded by a brilliant golden spiritual barrier. The other carriage, however, had been shattered, revealing three women standing amidst the wreckage, covered in wounds.

The corpulent man, a Saint-level cultivator who had initiated the attack, laughed haughtily before speaking arrogantly.

"Surrender now, and I'll personally bring you to apologize to the young master. Only then will you understand the pleasure—" But before he could finish, a massive golden sword materialized in the air, slashing down mercilessly upon him.

The man's eyes widened in terror as he realized the power hurtling toward him, and he shouted in disbelief, "A Saint Level 9… in a lower-tier continent?"

As he struggled to withstand the fierce onslaught, blood spurted from his mouth. All of his followers perished instantly, unable to endure the sword's immense pressure. Trembling, he stammered, "Friend… please… spare me…"

But once again, his words were cut short as his body was cleaved in two, collapsing lifelessly on the ground. The three women who had survived the attack watched in shock, struggling to believe their eyes. The eldest among them finally managed to speak, her voice weak, "Thank you…"

Yet, before she could finish her words of gratitude, the man beside Li Huang's carriage conjured several more golden swords, which immediately shot toward the women. Their faces turned pale as they realized they could no longer move, resigned to their fate as they closed their eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

However, just before the golden swords could strike, they halted mid-air, accompanied by a familiar voice.

"It's been a long time, my dear sisters."

The three young women slowly opened their eyes upon hearing the voice. Their eyes widened in shock, barely believing what they were seeing. The youngest among them whispered excitedly, "Eighth Brother…" But before she could finish, the other two immediately knelt in mid-air, their faces filled with a mix of awe and fear. Seeing Li Huang left them trembling, acutely aware that their lives could be at risk at any moment.

"We are in the presence of the Emperor!" they both proclaimed in unison, their voices resolute, expressing the highest respect.

Li Huang gave them a gentle smile, a rare expression for him these days, and greeted them warmly. "It's been a long time… Fourteenth Sister, Seventh Sister, and Sixth Sister." His eyes, though emotionless, held an unreadable look as he gazed at the three of them.

Name: Li Xian

Identity: Seventh Princess of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, Daughter of the Leader of the Sun Cult

Cultivation Level: Soul Formation, Level 8

Body: Sun Blade Physique (Emperor Level)

Affection: 60

…

Name: Li Ting

Identity: Sixth Princess of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, Daughter of the Supreme Elder of the Sacred Star Land

Cultivation Level: Soul Formation, Level 9

Body: Holy Star Physique (Emperor Level)

Affection: 60

…

Name: Li Qing

Identity: Fourteenth Princess of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, Daughter of the Queen of the Divine Beast Tribe

Cultivation Level: –

Body: Yin-Yang Divine Beast Physique, Fully Sealed (Emperor Level)

Affection: 95

After reviewing their information, Li Huang's eyes sparked with a curiosity about the past, a past he had never before uncovered. As he connected more pieces about his father, he recalled how suspicious the events surrounding the Yin-Yang Demon Sect's takeover of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty had seemed. The dynasty's fall had been surprisingly swift, filled with oddities he had once noticed but never connected.

Li Huang remembered the time he had exhumed his father's supposed remains from the imperial tomb, hoping to uncover a special body that might be of use. Instead, he found only a fake corpse carrying the Li family's bloodline. It was unmistakably not his father. Oddly, when he tried to recall his father's name, he realized he couldn't remember it. Recently, he had ordered an investigation into his father's true identity, but no one in the Heavenly Flame Dynasty seemed to know his name. People only referred to him as "The Twelfth Emperor of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty," a title etched on the sarcophagus as well.

This complex mystery weighed on Li Huang's mind, and he grew certain that his father had concealed much. The mothers of each prince and princess were no ordinary women, himself included. Li Huang's crimson eyes, unique among his siblings, were undoubtedly inherited from his mother, about whom he knew very little. Even the system had provided only limited information about him.

After a moment's thought, he gestured for the three women to be at ease. The three exchanged uncertain glances before, finally, the youngest, Li Qing, threw herself into Li Huang's arms, clinging to him with familiarity and deep longing. As children, the two of them had been close, both neglected by their father, often left to play together. But when Li Qing turned twelve, she was taken away without a trace. At that time, Li Huang was just sixteen, powerless in the palace, and overlooked even by the servants, unable to learn anything about Li Qing's sudden disappearance.