Chapter 453: Scheming Archangel and the Pampered Villain (1/2)
”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.”