Chapter 453: Scheming Archangel and the Pampered Villain
Chapter 453: Scheming Archangel and the Pampered Villain
“Finally, I’m back.”
A gorgeous woman with a ponytail and a white-haired man with Colonel Sander’s goatee had been sitting on a wooden ferry ship, which looked like a small fishing boat, gazing upon the Heaven Goose Planet while the ship slowly orbited around the star.
The boatman held the wooden oar, navigating the strange ship through space. Yet, the two passengers and the boatman seemed to be unaffected by the coldness of the space and the lack of Oxygen.
The woman was Fang Meirong, who had returned after a year of training. She was currently accompanied by her father and her clan’s elder, aka the boatman.
Although Fang Yanxu brought Fang Meirong here to fulfill his promise, he had another purpose for coming back here.
The Holy Land Tournament, which the Swan Goddess always held once every four to ten years, would be held again within a year. During this period, immortals could freely descend to one of the continents of this world.
Unaffiliated immortals and non-hosts could only visit the Holy Land Continent to scout promising mortals as their vessels, disciples, servants, or whatever they wanted to do with them. As for the designated host of continents, they could visit their respective territory and the Holy Land Tournament.
Hosts of Continents were appointed by the Swan Goddess to select representatives from the continents to participate in the Holy Land Tournament. There could be more than one host.
For the mortals, this tournament would be their life-changer event. As for the immortals, they treated it as…
The Harvest Festival!
“Meirong, now that you’re an immortal, you should cut your ties with that weak mortal,” Fang Yanxu hadn’t given up persuading his daughter yet.
“I’ll think about it.”
“I’m sure that man’s strength is still at the foundation establishment realm. He won’t improve much just by staying on the public planet. It’s much better to cultivate in our god’s Main Constellation Planets! Can’t you feel your current strength? You only spent a year to ascend. How many years do you think you would have wasted had I never met you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Now that you have regained your memory, it’s time to move on. The experience in the mortal world is just a fleet of a dream.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Right, you should think about it…”
“I’ll think about it.”
“… Meirong, are you listening to me at all?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“…”
Fang Meirong’s bright pupils reflected the light from the cubic formation arrays over the planet. Her happy smile never disappeared from her face.
If one were to pay attention, they would notice the dripping wet area under her panties. Fortunately, Fang Meirong’s treasure pants automatically dried the juice and hid the smell.
Miaomiao had trained her well. Even after she had regained her old memory, her body was subconsciously stimulated whenever she thought about him.
Seeing the current condition of his daughter, Fang Yanxu shook his head and glanced at the boatman elder. The latter also sighed, “We shall join the Harvest Festival. If she gets to see how weak her husband is, she might change her mind. We should also the Meng Clan soon.”
“You’re right.”
Fang Yanxu had other businesses here. He planned to visit an immortal, who was the father of Fang Meirong’s fiancé, Meng Xin.
‘I heard Meng Xin has been reincarnated and went through a similar Exile Tribulation twice already. I wonder how strong he is now.’
…
Today marked the first anniversary after the fateful death game of Fang Yanxu.
The continent civil war was still chaotic as usual.
Ling Cao, Liu Biao, and Huang Hansheng held their ground and firmly secured the southeast region.
On the central plain and the eastern region, the mysterious fiend army of Ling Tianlong continued to multiply and expand northward. They ignored Ling Cao’s territory as if they had already formed an alliance.
Yuan Shu and his men died last month due to Ling Tianlong’s sudden invasion. The remnant of his forces either fled north or west, seeking help from Liu Xuande or Yuan Shaoqing.
Meanwhile, Yuan Shaoqing and Liu Xuande also had their hands full. After both forces managed to subjugate the remnant forces of the Oni, they accidentally provoked the Cyclop Tribe, who minded their business on the north part of the continent. Both warlords ended up waging war against Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan.
Then, Ling Tianlong’s fiend army made things complicated. Yuan Shaoqing and Liu Xuande’s armies were forced to retreat from the northern battlefront to protect their borders as the dog-like fiends ceaselessly invaded their territories.
As for Brocell, the mysterious self-proclaimed demon lord holed himself in Xuan City. Still, he happily supplied hardware and ammunition to Yuan Shaoqing and Liu Xuande at a high price. He also welcomed payment in the form of slaves, corpses, and rare material instead of essence cores.
Nobody paid attention to the growing force of the Ten Path of Nirvana Sect under Miaomiao. No one had realized that Miaomiao had already dominated one-third of the continent while all of them were busy squabbling for a piece of land.
Moreover, as war raged on, commoners, cultivators, demi-humans, beastmen, wild beasts, and demons saw Siren City and the western region as their sanctuary. They continued to migrate there, increasing the population and manpower every day.
Today, Miaomiao stopped lurking in the yin slave mansion and the first division courtyard. He appeared at the elevated platform east of Siren City’s Eastern Wall.
His aura and Qi also changed. He was no longer a mid-rank 5th-stage cultivator.
Cultivators with the strength of 5th-stage or stronger could sense that Miaomiao now had at least four elemental continents. Moreover, he had mastered so many advanced elements that everyone was astonished.
Miaomiao didn’t come to the platform to flex his achievement. Today, someone had sent him a voice transmission and requested him to be present in a public area.
A few minutes after Miaomiao had shown up on the platform, the sky was split and a familiar-looking archangel and his sexy bombshell follower with a sheep head, literally a SHEEP HEAD, slowly descended.
He was Uriel, Miaomiao’s friendly subscriber, and his subordinate angel, Azazel.
As soon as Uriel got to see Miaomiao face-to-face, he complained.
“You wasted almost a year to comprehend the Chaos Element instead of searching for other dragon bloodlines? You should have cultivated that after you get a soul physique.”
“Then, senior, you should have commented something in my channel.”
“Commenting cost me money. I don’t have enough budget to spend on you.”
Uriel waved his hands and created a dark dome around the platform, covering him, Azazel, and Miaomiao.
The dark domain was soundproof, which could hide the people inside from onlookers and eavesdroppers. Now, they could chat without worrying about others.
The corner of Miaomiao’s mouth twitched as he found Uriel obnoxious. Had he clarified that he needed to talk in private, they could have asked Miaomiao to wait in the Yin Slave Mansion.
Now, everyone knew that he and Uriel were about to conspire something.
“Why bothering with the domain?”
Ding
[Macho Joshua has temporarily disabled the live broadcasting for maintenance.]
Ding
[The system messages cannot be seen by others except the Devil and Macho Joshua.]
[Nobody can hear it or see it other than the two VVVIPs. You may talk freely.]
“…”
The system messages revealed what they had in mind. Now, Miaomiao knew why.
“I don’t want others to hear the sensitive information,” Uriel affirmed.
“Then, you could have asked me to wait in my house.”
“That won’t do. I need the world to learn that you have a deep connection with me. That way, no lurking immortal, god, or vessel of who-knows-where-they-come-from will mess with you. This will ward off greedy gods from approaching you since now they know that you’re affiliated with my boss.”
Miaomiao nodded as he appreciated the scheme. He never expected Uriel to be this shrew.
“Flexing our status to chase way the small flies around me, I see. By the way, doesn’t Joshua pay you enough? Aren’t you working for him?”
“He does. He actually paid well.”
Ding
[Macho Joshua counts his fingers as he was sure that he paid Uriel enough.]
[Macho Joshua stresses that Uriel’s wage is fair.]
[The Devil reveals that Uriel only receives a minimal laborer wage, according to the Jade Emperor’s Department of Labor Protection, because Uriel is not a traditional Dao God or a God.]
[Macho Joshua has angrily muted the Devil for 24 hours.]
“…”
Surely enough, Uriel was abused and exploited by the capitalist god, but the former might not be aware of it.
Uriel continued, “I have money, but my wage isn’t enough for me to do something stupid, such as donating soul stones to you when you can’t even spend them because of that stupid Swan.”
Currently, the Swan Goddess still disabled Miaomiao’s transaction. He had so much unpaid balance from his DaoTube and DaoPorn Channels, but he couldn’t withdraw it.
It annoyed Miaomiao as well, but he couldn’t do anything.
“My boss already talked it out with the Swan, and she promised to lift the ban today. But that isn’t why I’m here.” Uriel passed a jade slip to Miaomiao, “This is the detail of Holy Land Tournament this year. Joshua and Devil delegate me to be your Dao Guardian until the event is over. Also, you’re invited to join as a guest participant.”
“Can I refuse? Aves Continent is still in chaos, and I need to kill Ling Tianlong this year. He seems to be on a rampage, and I’m about to launch a grand-scale campaign soon.”
“Scrap that project. Holy Land Tournament is more urgent. Hunting Ling Tianlong can be done at the tournament.”
“How so?”
“I’ll explain the rules.”
During the Holy Land Tournament event year, many immortals could freely descend to the Holy Land Continent to “Harvest” promising mortals as their subordinates, vessels, slaves, servants, or disciples. Some of them even adopted talented ones as their children.
The Swan Goddess, the host of this planet, would also receive a lot of taxes and entrance fees from the event. She would release all protection arrays and open the border for all immortals and dao gods to enter her “Public” planet.
All mortals on the Holy Land Continent were her merchandise! Any cultivator picked by the gods or immortals had a price tag on their soul.
That was the background and the purposes of the event, which sickened Miaomiao.
The next part was a bit better as Miaomiao could exploit this.
“All top experts from various continents other than the Holy Land can join the tournament to receive immortal-grade artifacts, rare pills, unique bloodline, immortal-grade cultivation methods, or materials from the higher realms. Just by registering for the event, and you can get one of the items from the continent’s host.”
“Wait… I can pick anything?”
“Only the strongest person on the continent can have that privilege. The last time we held the event, the guy from Yuan Shaoqing’s clan won, and they got a spirit vein to create a spirit stone mine.”
“What a waste…”
Miaomiao laughed as he found Yuan Shaoqing stupid. Had it been him, he would have picked an immortal-grade cultivation method.
“The previous continent’s host was Yuan Hua. Obviously, she was a scrooge and a bitch. Even if Ju Hu and Ju Shoufen were to win that event, they would have barely gotten anything.”
“…”
“Anyway, this time, I’ve abused my status to become the host of Aves Continent. I’m going to rig the representative selection tournament for our continent, so you can get a second chance to kill Ling Tianlong in one-on-one combat. I’ll forcefully make him fight you.”
“Hoh?”