Chapter 412: Winner (2/2)
”…”
In short, Miaomiao might have to starve for a few months before he could pay this capitalist god for everything he had done.
Still, Miaomiao was not easy to be tricked.
'Hey, Joshua.'
[Macho Joshua is listening.]
'Have you forgotten one of the clauses of our contract?'
[Macho Joshua doesn't understand.]
'In the contract, you're obliged to protect me from harm without charging me extra. And what's all this?'
[Macho Joshua widens his eyes and sweats profusely while he reread the contract.]
[The mistake of Macho Joshua delights the Devil.]
[OG-Buddha is trying not to laugh at his colleague.]
While the background gods were busy rereading Macho Joshua's DaoTube contract, Uriel turned to Yuan Shaoqing and Fang Yanxu. The archangel started extorting for the promised rewards and the bet.
Miaomiao couldn't hear what they were talking about since they seemed to have been chatting using their voice transmission. Even Yuan Shaoqing seemed to be communicating with them.
After waiting for 30 minutes, Yuan Shaoqing departed along with his entourage. Liu Xuande, Guan Yunchang, Zhang Yide, Huang Hansheng, and other allies of Yuan Shaoqing also left.
As for the immortal, Fang Yanxu grudgingly shuttled to the sky and departed from Heavenly Goose Planet.
Uriel and Azazel remained here. After most of the spectators left, the archangel approached Miaomiao.
”Good job out there. For a moment, I thought both you and that brat were 8th-stage experts.”
Miaomiao and the people from Siren City cupped their fists and bowed to the heavenly messenger of Joshua, ”Thank you very much for your assistance. Had you never come here, Fang Yanxu would have taken advantage of the game and enslave all of us.”
”You're welcome. Anyway, I've already relocated the Myriad Cauldron Sect's herb plane to here. Where should I place the portal gateway?”
”Gateway? What gateway?”
”The fucking gateway to the herb plane, you dimwit! You won the bet, and Yuan Shaoqing has surrendered the Yeet City's sub-plane. Now, your city has a private realm. Where do you want to set up the portal?”
”O-Oh! I forgot about that.”
”A reminder, you can't place it in your house, basement, or inside someone's body. Make sure it's somewhere open and easy to access.”
”Okay! Okay!”
Miaomiao guided Uriel to the ceiling of the pylon tower, hoping to place it there. He pointed at the tower that his system had built while he puffed his chest, flexing.
”Could you place it here?”
Uriel could tell what Miaomiao wanted to show him. He rolled his eyes.
”You can't place the gateway on the top of a pylon tower. It destabilize Life Essence Production Line, and the herb plane will mutate into an extremity plane and kill every being inside. Only gateways to shadow planes, death planes, or mineral planes can be put there.”
”Oh, I don't know. Wait a second, you know about pylon towers?”
”They exist in Heaven Realms. Every house has it on top of their building to feed their residence Heavenly Qi. They're like air-conditioners in your standard.”
”…”
”Anyway, pick somewhere else. Here is not a recommended place. If I were you, I would have placed it at the center of the arena platform and made it a landmark.”
Uriel's suggestion inspired Miaomiao. He nodded and agreed right away.
”Let's put it there, then. By the way, aside from the gateway, what else did you extort from those men?”
Uriel proceeded to the platform without turning around, he continued chatting, ”Fang Yanxu will send Fang Meirong back here within a year. He said something about her in-door training time, her ongoing tribulations, and her immortal realm ascension. Oh, he also confessed that she regained all her past memory when she was an immortal, and she was no longer one of your yin slaves.”
Miaomiao's happy expression turned stiff on the spot.
”No longer my yin slave?”
Miaomiao blinked his eyes several times as he opened his system menu to check the names of his yin slaves.
Fang Meirong's name was still there.
”???”
As if Uriel had read Miaomiao's mind, he grinned, ”Even if he said so, it doesn't mean that the girl has broken the connection between you and her. Yin slaves that fall in love with their master tend to keep their slavery brand to their soul. Even if they can easily break free from the curse, they often hold it with their dear life.”
”Oh?”
”I'm not making this up. It's science. We proved this theory over 150,000 years ago. 98% of 1.6 million test subjects maintained their relationship quo with their masters when after they became immortals or dao gods. The other 2% had complications or bore grudge with their masters because of their ill deeds, such as physical abuses, tortures, memory wipe, extreme brainwashing, or criminal records.”
”… Wow.”
”In short, if you treat your girls like how you treat your wives normally, they won't voluntarily breaking free from the curse. From what I've seen so far, you barely tampered their memory, right?”
”Eh, I only edited their behavior here and there to make them fall in love with me.”
The two continued to chat as Uriel started writing an array formation on the arena platform by himself. The yin slaves also eavesdropped on the conversation as it was related to their memory, Miaomiao's brainwashing skill, and their nature.
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Meanwhile, Xun You, Xun Yu, and Sima Fang were still looking at Miaomiao and Uriel from afar even after Yuan Shaoqing and the immortal had left.
Many neutral spectators lingered in this area as they were interested in what Miaomiao and the archangel were doing. However, for the trio, they had another motive.
”Miracle really happened,” Xun Yu wiped his manly tear as he was relieved that the good city was safe.
Sima Fang calmed the boner and tucked it between his legs. Then, he coughed, ”Let's talk to them. Since Yuan Shaoqing's influence won't reach here for a few years, it's time score some business deals!”