62 - Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’

Chapter 62: Young Girl, Do You Want to Become Stronger? - Investing in the Reborn Empress, and She Calls Me Husband Chapter 62 (1/4) - Novel Home The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign! Jiang Chuluo had never heard of him. However, from her understanding, the supreme beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would add a ‘Heaven’ to their titles. For instance, the Great Ancestor Martial Emperor of the Dayu Dynasty was known as ‘Hongtian.’ Heavenly Sovereign? Wouldn't that mean he is revered by the Nine Heavens and stands above them? Just this title alone suggested that the man's strength was unfathomable. After all. An ordinary person who dared to call themselves a Heavenly Sovereign would likely meet an early demise. Moreover. A title that could seemingly alter the colors of the world implies immense power. Could he be stronger than the Nine Heavens? If true, that would be terrifying! “Have some tea.” A voice as ethereal as mist suddenly rang out, and the strange phenomena vanished as if everything just now had been an illusion. Jiang Chuluo found her mind blank and nodded dazedly. As the tea entered her mouth. An invigorating vitality spread within her belly. She had seen this tea before; it was a tribute from a great sect to the central plains, rewards bestowed by the emperor to many siblings, but not to her. Her eldest brother, feeling sorry for her, had shared a bit with her. Jiang Chuluo glanced sideways, discovering a spring nearby, from which the mysterious man drew water to make tea... “You arrived here because I discarded an ancient intent ring many years ago.” “Only those with great fortune and exceptional talent can resonate with it.” The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign lifted his teacup. He paused but did not drink, merely toying with it in his palm. “So it was... because of the ring...” Jiang Chuluo realized. Great fortune? Exceptional talent? “Um... Master Heavenly Sovereign...” “I... might not be... the person you're looking for.” Jiang Chuluo lowered her small head, almost burying it in her chest. Her birth had cost her mother’s life, and as a result, the Emperor Jing Tai had despised her, to the point of aversion. She hadn't known this as a child and thought all children of the emperor had no new clothes and lived in the cold palace. Even on her father’s birthday, when celebrations swept the country. If she sneaked in to take a peek at her father, she turned the banquet into an execution ground. The maid who inadvertently revealed the news to her was executed, staring at her with eyes filled with betrayal. As for talent… Talent? She had never practiced martial arts, nor did anyone dare teach her. She knew, though, that without the bone from her chest, she was not a genius. Her princely brother, possessing a true dragon’s body and that bone, should be the real genius... “Hehehe... young girl, do you doubt my perception?” “No... I wouldn’t dare...” “Jiang Chuluo, the youngest daughter of Emperor Jing Tai.” A calm, reassuring voice reached her ears. Jiang Chuluo was stunned. She had never introduced herself. How did the Heavenly Sovereign know? “Born with the sword embryo, possessing the Heaven Sovereign Empyrean Sword Bone, yet it was taken by kin.” “Now, you are being hunted by the Celestial Guards.” Jiang Chuluo: "!" Her small mouth opened slightly. How did the Heavenly Sovereign know everything? In fact, she herself didn’t know the name of the bone in her chest. “To awaken the ancient intent ring and stand before me, how could you not be of great fortune?” “But... that bone... I don’t have it anymore.” Jiang Chuluo bit her lips until they turned white. The Heaven Sovereign Empyrean Sword Bone. This senior was known as the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. Certainly, it was due to this that she was summoned here. “That is a good thing.” The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign said calmly. “Huh?” Jiang Chuluo widened her eyes, full of confusion. “The sword bone can make a person, but it can also shackle a person.” “Losing the sword bone means you can carve your own path. How could that not be a benefit?” “In the desolate realm, a child had his supreme bone taken, yet he grew a second and a third.” “One day, when you stand higher and look back, these will be but fleeting clouds.” His serene tone was inexplicably convincing. As if the so-called sword bones were indeed trivial. “Standing higher?” Jiang Chuluo was bewildered. Desolate realm? Supreme bones? She didn’t quite understand, but it sounded impressive. But she hadn't stood low before... If the sword bone wasn’t important, why did her brother fight for it? “Your ignorance is understandable given your youth.” The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign chuckled, sounding both amused and resigned at her innocence: “The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have an ancient history. The Dayu Dynasty is not even a ripple in the river of time.” “In the primordial era, the celestial court governed the thirty-three heavens, controlling the stars and creating all things.” “The ruler of the celestial court was known as the Supreme Heavenly Emperor, enduring 103,000 calamities, each lasting 1,296,000 years, ultimately mastering the path.” He did not merely speak. He conjured visions. In the celestial expanse, clouds twisted and unfolded in accordance with the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign’s narrative, revealing scene upon scene. Rays of golden brilliance, thousands of hues of auspicious light. Among them. Through the massive South Heaven Gate, thirty-three treasure palaces stood majestic, seventy-two constellations shimmered brightly, true dragons and phoenixes soared in the skies. Plates of glass held divine elixirs within, while infinite jade trees filled the Moon Palace. The experience was immersive. Jiang Chuluo gazed at a reflection of this heavenly palace and became enchanted. This was merely a manifestation within clouds. What of the true celestial court? It must be far more stunning. From this fragment of twilight, she glimpsed ancient splendor. The Heavenly Sovereign, indeed, was not exaggerating. Compared to this, the Dayu Dynasty was indeed insignificant. Furthermore... Enduring 103,000 calamities, each calamity 1,296,000 years? Jiang Chuluo didn’t try counting on her little fingers. They clearly wouldn’t suffice. Suddenly, a breeze dispersed the clouds and mists. The voice of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign echoed wistfully: “All things end. Without achieving immortality, one eventually fades in time.” “I, too, am now but a remnant soul.” “A remnant soul?!” Jiang Chuluo felt her heart twist. For a mere remnant soul to command such uncanny might, what was the Heavenly Sovereign in his prime? “Hehehe... fate works in mysterious ways.” “Even I did not foresee that a ring tossed aside in ages past could now take root and bloom.” “Indeed!” “I wish to take you as my disciple and impart all my knowledge.” “My expectation is simple: when your strength suffices, aid me in revival!” “Young girl, do you want to become stronger?” The words of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign carried an undeniable conviction, brimming with boundless confidence. Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to become stronger? Jiang Chuluo clutched her chest, feeling as if were she to let go, her heart might leap out at these words. Her? It would certainly be incredibly challenging to aid the Heavenly Sovereign… In that instant, images flashed before her eyes—her mother's grave, her father's indifferent face, her brother's blood-soaked dagger, her Aunt Mei’s resolute departure leading away the Celestial Guards… She desired it. Moreover, she did not know how to refuse. “Yes... I... I am willing.” “Louder, I can’t hear you.” “I am willing!” “Good! That’s the spirit!”