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The atmosphere at Nantianmen was extremely oppressive.

Xingtian's axe was still held to Haotian's neck, while Zhurong was passionately exchanging barbs with the phantom of the demon god.

Haotian's lips trembled, his eyes darting around. He looked at the black mist, his last hope. But now, this "hope" was being chased and burned by Zhurong, looking even more wretched than he was.

"I..." Haotian opened his mouth, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Just then, the sound of tinkling jade pendants came from the direction of the Lingxiao Palace.

Everyone instinctively looked over.

Princess Longji, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, slowly walked out. The gown was so bright red it was almost blinding, as if it had been dyed with blood. Her face was adorned with exquisite makeup, but her eyes were as empty as a puppet's, devoid of any life.

She wasn't holding a fan, but a pair of scissors.

Those were ordinary scissors, some even rusty.

Longji walked to the South Heavenly Gate, not even glancing at the demon god still fighting Zhu Rong, nor at the murderous ancestral witches. Her gaze fell on Haotian.

"Father," Longji called softly.

Haotian froze. Looking at his daughter's pale face, a huge sense of panic suddenly surged in his heart.

"Longji, you... why are you out here? Go back!" Haotian shouted, "It's dangerous here!"

"Danger?" Longji's lips curled into a desolate smile. "Is there anyone in this world more dangerous than Father Emperor?"

Haotian was stunned.

"For your power, for your so-called dignity, you sold me to such a monster." Longji pointed to the black mist filled with lewd energy. "Father, in your heart, am I not even worth as much as a primordial spiritual treasure?"

Haotian stammered, "No...no! Longji, you must understand your father! Your father was forced into this situation! Once your father regains power, he will definitely make it up to you!"

"Compensation?" Longji laughed until tears streamed down his face. "How will you compensate me? By dragging me off the monster's bed and marrying me off to another powerful man?"

These words were like a slap in the face, landing hard on Haotian's cheek.

The celestial soldiers and generals around them all lowered their heads. Venus even turned his back and secretly wiped away his tears.

This is terrible. A princess of the Heavenly Court has been forced into this situation.

Longji took a deep breath and raised the scissors in his hand.

"Since Father Emperor no longer needs me as his daughter, then today, Longji will sever all ties with him." Longji's voice was soft, yet it resounded throughout the entire Southern Heavenly Gate. "From this day forward, there is no longer any father-daughter relationship between Haotian and me!"

As she spoke, she grabbed her long, flowing black hair and was about to cut it off.

Our bodies, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents. In the primordial world, cutting one's hair meant a complete break with the world.

"No!" Haotian was shocked and tried to rush over, but Xingtian held him down firmly.

Just as the scissors were about to close.

A long, slender hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of the scissors.

"Click."

The scissors didn't cut the hair; instead, they were bent by that hand.

Longji was taken aback and looked in the direction of the hand.

Lin Xuan appeared in front of her without her noticing. He casually tossed the broken pair of scissors down from the clouds, then smoothed Long Ji's somewhat messy long hair.

"Don't cut it," Lin Xuan said calmly. "It's a nice hairstyle; it would be a shame to cut it."

Longji stared blankly at him. This man was her aunt's husband, the culprit who had torn the Heavenly Court to pieces. Yet now, standing before her, shielding her from the storm, was none other than him.

"Uncle... Uncle?" Longji's voice trembled.

"Calling me 'uncle' makes me sound old." Lin Xuan smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Haotian may not be a good person, but he doesn't deserve for you to hurt yourself."

After saying that, Lin Xuan turned around and stood in front of Long Ji, facing Haotian.

"Haotian, it seems you've been a pretty bad father," Lin Xuan said sarcastically. "Even your own daughter is severing ties with you. You've truly become a deserted and isolated Heavenly Emperor."

Haotian looked at Longji hiding behind Lin Xuan, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Regret, shame, and anger intertwined.

He regretted it.

I really regret it.

Looking at the black mist that was greedily staring at Longji, Haotian suddenly realized what a foolish thing he had done. He was the Heavenly Emperor, the attendant of the Dao Ancestor, how could he stoop so low as to make a deal with such a filthy demon?

"Lin Xuan..." Haotian lowered his head dejectedly, "Take her away."

"I'm not leaving!" the demonic phantom suddenly roared, clearly having been ignored for far too long. "She's my sacrifice! She's mine!"

The black mist suddenly expanded, transforming into countless tentacles that crossed Zhu Rong's defenses and rushed straight towards Long Ji.

"You're asking for it, aren't you?" Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold.

Before he could even make a move, Longji suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. Lin Xuan had actually wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"This woman is under my protection now." Lin Xuan looked at the approaching black mist, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips. "Want to touch my people? Did you even ask my son?"

[Ding! Detected that Longji's favorability has surged to 80.]

[System Evaluation: The hero rescuing the damsel in distress trope may be old-fashioned, but it's undeniably effective. Host's move was absolutely brilliant.]