Volume One Chapter 1 What’s the matter—are you dissatisfied with me?

If it had been anyone else, Cao Zhen might have been wary, but since it was Long Hao, he could only snort in disdain. After all, Long Hao was only at the Tongtian Realm, while they were at the Annihilation Realm. Not to mention holding his own against two of them—even if just one of them stepped forth, they could easily suppress and kill him.

His phone must have been on vibrate, for I didn’t hear a sound—only saw him take it out of his pocket.

Xiao Tianhao couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Ye Qing, savoring the warmth between them in this brief moment.

Long Hao had already resolved that, no matter the price, he would assist the Heavenly Demon Emperor in breaking through the seventh-level limit and advancing to the eighth realm.

By now, it was time for some of the Royal Army’s outposts to change shifts. Several soldiers, just awakened and still yawning, made their way up to the city wall.

Having grasped Xu Fei’s meaning, a flicker of uncertainty crossed Orima’s eyes—no one could tell what he was thinking.

After tallying up the losses, the Wei army had lost over twenty thousand men in this campaign—a narrow escape indeed. Had they lost a few thousand more, defeat would have been their only fate.

Si Yu glanced at me, then turned to look at Si Xian. Si Xian quickly pulled him aside, saying, “Brother, don’t listen to his nonsense, I’ve been well-behaved.”

These days, mages relying on blue crystals possessed formidable offensive power, but their defensive abilities were less certain. When acting in concert, they could cast mighty magical shields—so strong that even tens of thousands of troops could hardly break through. However, casting such a shield required considerable time.

The black and white sigil was like a starving infant who suddenly caught the alluring scent of milk—how could it resist?

“Kerkat, you were once Orosia’s bodyguard. Do you know how strong she truly is?” Ye Huan asked the masked man beside him.

While others were busy betting against each other, Li Shengxian arrived, accompanied not only by Bei Yinzi and his subordinates but also by a middle-aged man exuding upright masculinity.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi was the first Court Master Demon Emperor, with the Nine-Tailed Holy Fox assisting in managing the affairs of the demon clan disciples.

He picked up his toolkit, which contained all the essentials: talisman papers, wooden sword, bell, ritual candles—nothing was missing. Stepping outside, he saw Su Jianren waiting anxiously for him.

Zixia’s bracelet was called the Silver Chain Golden Bell, an immortal artifact capable of both defending and attacking through sound waves. It contained a special divine power that could bewilder an enemy’s mind, causing them to lose consciousness and become entranced by its music.

With Biyou Palace joining, the arrival of the Southern Immortal Elder, and Xuanyuan’s approval, the War of Deification—once the domain of the Three Realms—had officially begun.

Of course, in He Shang’s view, the greatest profits still lay in following Lin Tian on treasure hunts at sea. Though each outing involved some danger, they always returned with ample spoils.

“This guy just won like that? Seriously? If I had that gear, I could win too!” Not only those in the challenger’s seats, but even spectators in the audience protested—was it really that easy to win?

When she awoke again, it was still gloomy outside. Yu Zi thought dawn had not yet arrived, but the noise of voices told her otherwise. Propping herself up to glance at the hourglass, she found it was already nearly midday.

With new equipment and a new appearance and ID, Fang Chuanxin was a completely new person. On his way to Luoyang, he tested his new tactics and gear on the bandits he encountered, bullying the weak with impunity—beheading enemies from a hundred paces away. Sometimes, the enemy died before they even realized what had happened. How could one not revel in such power?

Looking again from the clouds, Lu Shilong saw that the Yan Mountains Army was assaulting the city with unprecedented ferocity. Having defended the city for many days and fought many battles, he had never witnessed such an overwhelming attack. Clearly, the burning of their granaries offered the enemy a rare opportunity, which only made him more uneasy.

Since the construction of the JJC Entertainment building, Jin Jingcheng had only ever slept in his extravagant office three times.

“The Void Battlefield! A battleground made especially for Desolation-level powerhouses! Here, you don’t have to worry about affecting other living worlds—you can fight with abandon! This is a desolate plane carved out by a cosmic powerhouse; aside from outsiders, there is no other life here!” said the silver-furred, green-eyed narrator.

The path up the mountain was no longer shrouded in secrecy. As expected after some inquiries, a trail had been opened behind the Xu Family Escort Agency, allowing disciples and tourists alike to ascend.

If it weren’t for Jin Jingcheng’s insistence, with Han Jiaren’s gentle nature, she would probably often wash the dishes with the maid.

Mengli Hualuo Zhi Jixu felt convinced by what he saw—a classic case of good and evil colluding without restraint. The clever use of identities and cooperation was something worth learning.

Knowing he still couldn’t grasp the secret within, he put away the crystal ball and walked to the entrance beneath the jade coffin. Peering down, he saw nothing but darkness and winding tunnels, with no clue where they might lead.

But what Deng Chao was proudest of wasn’t just those two things. What made him prouder was that Li Cheng and Han Yi’s method of eliminating others was crude—brute force alone sufficed, unlike himself, who needed a white glove.

Below the steps, Diao Xie and Liu Wei were arguing about military matters. Liu Wei strongly advocated forming the Western Garrison and appointing Dai Yuan as General Who Conquers the West, commanding all military affairs in the six provinces of Yan, Yu, You, Ji, Yong, and Bing. Diao Xie angrily retorted that while founding an army could be discussed, Dai Yuan must not be made General Who Conquers the West.

“Qiqi, don’t cry. Listen to your sister and get up first,” Fu Jingxin said tenderly, bending down to help Fu Qiqi to her feet.

As the battle continued, Nakamura’s expression gradually changed—the ease had vanished, replaced by grim concentration.

“If I told you they were men, how would you feel?” Long Pianpian asked with a smile.

In short, everyone’s dissatisfaction with her began to grow. At first, they turned a blind eye, but after Tian Shixue arrived, her behavior only worsened, making her truly unbearable to them.