37: A monument to merit? You little rascal, you're dead, hehehe!

Nine Nether Demonic Cult, Myriad Demon Hall.

The throne piled with white bones emitted an unbearable groan, trembling violently, with wisps of Devilish Qi erupting from the joints of the bones.

Liu Ruyan laughed until her body shook, her delicate frame softening into a pool of spring water, almost melting and sliding off the throne.

Her snow-white fingertips pinched the animal hide diary, her knuckles turning an alluring pink from the force, while the smile on the corners of her lips, capable of making gods and Buddhas fall, grew increasingly wanton.

"merit stele..."

"Hee hee hee... A ninety-nine-zhang-tall Myriad-Year Divine Gold merit stele!"

"'The Number One Cultivation Maniac of the Ages'... Hahahaha... I can't take it anymore, this Seat is going to die laughing!"

As she read, she laughed until she was panting, a few crystal tears spurting from her bewitching phoenix eyes, adding a touch of alluring charm to her beauty.

"Little Man, how can you be so interesting?"

"I really didn't expect that deep down, you would be so afraid of trouble and so afraid of social death to this extent... hee hee hee..."

In her mind, she clearly outlined the image of that incomparably handsome man jumping in anger in his own room, looking irritable and frantic.

That appearance of being exasperated yet helpless made her feel more physically and mentally pleased than devouring the Divine Soul of a hundred Saints.

"Tsk tsk, to force yourself to pretend to be an emotionless cultivation maniac, this train of thought, big sister truly loves it to the bone."

She stuck out her scarlet tongue, extremely slowly licking her full red lips, her eyes hazy.

The man named Su Chen was the most unique prey she had ever seen in her life.

Powerful enough to make her heart palpitate, yet hopelessly lazy.

This extreme contrast had a fatal attraction for her.

"And that 'long-suffering little wife'? Hee hee hee, that Ice Block Face from Yaochi, she's probably already cried herself into a faint at the Su Family, right?"

When a love rival suffers a setback, happiness doubles.

How could a creature like a man like a mopey, bitter, and sullen person all day long?

What he needs is conquest, stimulation, and a blazing flame that can dance with him!

Her gaze continued to move down, casually sweeping over those so-called treasures.

Sun True Fire? Nirvana Sword Intent?

Boring dead objects.

Until a name caught her eye.

[ ... That bootlicker Wang Teng from the Wang Family of the Northern Region will also go. ]

Bootlicker? Wang Teng?

Liu Ruyan's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Inside the Myriad Demon Hall, the surging Devilish Qi instantly solidified, the temperature in the hall plummeted to freezing point, deadly and terrifyingly silent.

She slowly sat up straight.

Her bewitching phoenix eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, and a cold, bone-chilling killing intent erupted.

Dare to covet Ling Qingzhu?

That Ice Block Face is an opponent determined by this Seat, a toy this Seat hasn't finished playing with yet!

A country bumpkin that popped out from who knows which corner, dares to lay hands on something this Seat has taken a fancy to?

This is not just a provocation.

This is an insult to this Seat's taste!

"Saintess, please calm your anger!"

A Demonic Path Elder with an aura as deep as an abyss walked out from the shadows, biting the bullet to kneel on the ground, his voice hoarse.

"For a mere ant, to disturb your phoenix carriage to descend to the mortal world personally, is it..."

His words could not be finished.

Liu Ruyan suddenly smiled at him, a smile that could topple kingdoms.

"Do you mean that this Seat's decision... is ridiculous?"

The Elder's Divine Soul trembled violently, fear creeping across his face.

Before he could beg for mercy, he discovered in terror that his body was standing up uncontrollably.

His face wore an exaggerated and twisted smile identical to his master's, and he danced and laughed wildly.

"Hee hee hee... Saintess is wise... Hahahaha... This subordinate deserves death!"

Amidst the shrill, wild laughter, his demonic body withered and weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His Divine Soul was laughed into ashes while still alive, finally turning into a terrifying dried corpse wearing a black robe, still maintaining the posture of laughing, falling to the ground.

"Does this Seat need you to teach me how to do things?"

Liu Ruyan's voice remained charming to the bone, yet it made all the hidden Devil Heads in the hall silent as cicadas in winter, their breathing completely stalled.

She lazily stood up and stretched her breathtaking waist.

Under the tattered skirt, her snow-white, slender legs were vaguely visible.

"It seems this Great Xia Imperial City is a must-visit."

"It's just right to add another fire to this good show."

"By the way... help my Little Man clear away that fly that doesn't know life from death."

She hooked her jade finger gently toward the direction of the dried corpse, her voice bewitching and cold.

"Prepare the carriage!"

Meanwhile.

While the Nine Nether Demonic Cult's Saintess was rejoicing over an upcoming "social death."

In the center of the Xuanyuan Continent, deep within the Imperial City of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, another woman who held the world in her hands was tasting a cold flavor called "humiliation."

Inside the Imperial Study, a wisp of straight blue smoke rose from the beast-headed golden censer, motionless.

Ji Hongxue sat upright behind a mountain of memorials.

The diary was floating in front of her.

Her fair fingertips tapped rhythmically, one by one, on the cold purple sandalwood dragon desk.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Each tap seemed to knock on the Luck dragon vein of the Imperial City, causing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of the entire vast divine capital to tremble along with it.

"Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art..."

She whispered these four words, her dignified and beautiful face devoid of any expression.

Anger?

No.

It was a humiliation deeper and colder than anger!

The entire Great Xia is her chessboard!

Everything in the world should be in the palm of her hand!

Now, a salted fish far away, billions of miles away, actually knew every hidden secret on her chessboard better than she, the chess player, did!

He even treated her territory as a stage to provide him with amusement!

He regarded her and the common people of this world as actors for his entertainment!

This feeling made her very unhappy.

Su Chen... Do you think that by knowing the chess manual, you can sit high above the clouds and watch Me and this world dance under your pen?

I, however, will not let you have your way!

Ji Hongxue picked up a list of pardons about to be issued with imperial grace, which recorded a batch of sinful officials about to be forgiven.

She picked up the cinnabar imperial brush, the tip full and blood-red.

Her gaze swept over Su Chen's complaint in the diary about picking up leaks at the auction, and her wrist moved slightly.

A vermilion ink mark decisively crossed out the name at the very top of the list that could have survived.

The fate of a Family that had been passed down for thousands of years was rewritten just like that.

She wanted to enter the game personally.

To completely muddy this pool of so-called "plot" water!

"Xuan Ya."

A cold voice rang out, without a trace of temperature.

Swish!

A black shadow that merged into the shadows knelt silently before the desk.

"Your Majesty."

"Convey My two secret edicts."

"First, spread the news that the 'void immortal gold' contains the Origin Imperial Qi of the 'Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art'."

"Let all the rats who want a share of the pie crawl out from their dark holes."

Xuan Ya's body shook violently, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty, this move may lead to great chaos in the world, the Imperial City..."

"Hmm?"

Ji Hongxue didn't even lift her head, just emitted a very light nasal sound from her nose.

Boom!

An unrivaled imperial dragon might descended with a bang!

Xuan Ya felt as if he were being crushed by billions of stars, his entire body pressed firmly to the ground, every inch of his bones emitting an unbearable wail, cold sweat instantly soaking his black robe.

"Your subject... obeys the decree!"

Xuan Ya's voice already carried a clear tremor.

"Second."

Ji Hongxue took out a piece of mirror from the hidden compartment of the dragon desk, no larger than a fingernail, yet seemingly containing a bright moonlight.

"Send this item anonymously to the Myriad Dao Auction House."

The moment Xuan Ya saw that piece, violent waves surged in those dead, silent eyes.

jade pool mirror!

The sect-guarding imperial weapon lost by the Yaochi Holy Land for tens of thousands of years!

Rumor has it that this mirror possesses the supreme power to see through falsehoods and reflect the Origin, and it is even the token of the Saintesses of the Yaochi Holy Land throughout the generations!

Why would Your Majesty have a fragment of this item?

And want to put it into the auction?

The target...

He dared not think further, burying his head deeper.

"As you command!"

Xuan Ya scrambled away into the shadows.

Ji Hongxue picked up a blood-colored memorial sent from the border, earnest in words, requesting emergency reinforcements.

She didn't even look at the content, just picked up her brush and wrote two cold words on it.

Denied.

The brush fell, cinnabar soaking through the back of the paper.

The border turmoil was just enough to drag down those few restless Old Ancestors.

My chessboard, I have the final say.