Chapter 5156: Ascension Editor: Misty Cloud Translations The two paused slightly, then pondered. Indeed, to propose marriage between their lineage and Feng Jiu’s children, the suitor would need to be the son of their current Patriarch—their clan’s young master—to even merit mention before Feng Jiu. Yet within their own clans, while young masters existed, they were all well into their twenties. Matching one to a girl barely in her teens? Even if they desired it, Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze would surely refuse. The two shook their heads with wry smiles. "It seems you’ve already done your homework. Would you be so kind as to share your plans and insights with us?" "Hahaha, naturally." The middle-aged Emperor laughed heartily, gazing at the image in the void. "So, this Xuanyuan Mo Ze—though I don’t know why he carries this dark aura—I still hope he ascends successfully. Then, using that opportunity, I can pay my congratulations and casually probe their intentions, see if they’re open to it." "If that’s the case, then let’s wait here to witness his ascension!" declared an elder, his gaze fixed upon the void. All parties watched intently as Xuanyuan Mo Ze underwent his ascension. With Feng Jiu’s formidable presence deterring any underhanded attempts, he endured the lightning tribulation without incident. As days passed, each successive lightning tribulation struck and tempered him. Now, as the final lightning tribulation prepared to fall, all held their breath. "The last one," Luo Yu murmured, a flicker of excitement stirring within him. "Hell’s Lord’s ascension means he can finally reunite with our Master and the others," Qi Kang added, his eyes brimming with joy. Above, Feng Jiu watched the final lightning tribulation gathering power, a bead of sweat forming in her palm. Du Fan and the others behind her, noticing her tension, reassured her, "Master, Hell’s Lord will ascend smoothly. Don’t worry." "I know. I’m just nervous," Feng Jiu replied, exhaling softly. "More nervous than when I ascended myself." Du Fan smiled, gently fanning himself with his handheld fan. "Master, perhaps we should consider how we’ll celebrate once Hell’s Lord has ascended?" Feng Jiu’s attention shifted slightly. She turned to glance at them, a smile touching her lips. Her gaze settled on Song Mi’er beside her. "How about inviting Mi’er’s Father and brothers to prepare a continuous banquet for us then?" "Sounds wonderful! When would you like to hold it, Master? I’ll send word to my Father and brothers right away so they can prepare to come." Song Mi’er clapped her hands, her face beaming with joy. Feng Jiu smiled, turning back to the scene in the void. She spoke slowly, "Wait until after his ascension, then send word home." "Understood!" Song Mi’er replied, her mind already racing with thoughts of what dishes to prepare. At that very moment, a thunderous bolt of heavenly lightning struck down. Its power was overwhelming, like a single, concentrated strike gathering all the might of the previous bolts into one final, devastating blow that slammed into Xuanyuan Mo Ze. Simultaneously, a black lotus blossomed slowly upon Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s body. The ancient power of the black lotus absorbed the surrounding energy and air currents, drawing in all the oppressive aura and energy around him. Faintly, one could see the black lotus gradually blooming...