43: Flying Boat Landlord, the decadent life of the God Child!

nine heavens carefree boat, Top-floor Bedchamber.

The outside world was already surging with undercurrents, like a storm brewing.

This place, however, was a pure land forgotten by time, with an air of extravagance that could make gods and buddhas fall.

Su Chen leaned against a giant bed carved from ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, covered by a Spirit Silkworm Silk Quilt as thin as a cicada's wing and cool to the touch.

He only poked his head out, his expression lazy.

In front of him, a small square table made of Sandalwood Divine Wood shimmered with a faint glow.

Sitting at the table were two women of unparalleled elegance; they were his Great Saint Realm protectors—Su Ying and Su Zhi.

These two female Great Saints, who could annihilate a faction with a stomp of their feet, were currently sitting upright with tense expressions, even slowing their breathing.

Each held a hand of cards carved from spirit jade, their surfaces etched with mysterious symbols that Mortals could not comprehend.

"Rocket."

Su Chen let out a yawn, his voice carrying the hoarseness of someone who hadn't fully woken up. He casually pulled two jade cards from beside his pillow and tossed them lightly onto the table.

His movements were as casual as if he were discarding two pieces of scrap paper.

One jade card was carved with a bewitching woman who could captivate all living beings—it was the "Fallen Immortal of the Mortal World," Ye Linghan. The corner of the card was etched with the character for "Large."

The other card featured a white-clad Fairy standing aloof from the world, her features cold and elegant—it was clearly Ling Qingzhu's appearance. The corner of this card was etched with the character for "Small."

This was the latest version of "Fight the Landlord" that Su Chen had ordered the Divine Craftsman to rush out overnight. It had already become the supreme entertainment on this flying boat.

"Ah..."

Sitting opposite him, Su Ying let out a low cry filled with deep frustration.

Her gaze was fixed on those two cards, then she looked despairingly at the single card left in her hand—a "Single Three." Finally, she could only lower her head in defeat.

"His Highness the Divine Son, I... I lost."

"Haha, well played."

Su Chen gave a lazy laugh and finally sat up from the bed.

He extended his palm toward the two protectors and curled his fingers.

"Pay up, pay up. One hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones each. Honest prices for all."

Su Ying and Su Zhi looked at each other, their eyes filled with a deep sense of helplessness.

They obediently took out Spirit Stones from their storage Magic Treasures—exactly one hundred each—and respectfully stacked them on the table, shimmering with spiritual light.

This "Great Dao Game" called "Fight the Landlord" was something they still hadn't managed to comprehend even a fraction of.

But since it was created by His Highness the Divine Son, it surely contained universal truths that were beyond their reach.

Losing was only because their own Comprehension Ability was insufficient.

"His Highness the Divine Son's 'Dao of Cards' has reached the Transcendent level; we are far beyond hope of catching up," Su Zhi remarked from the bottom of her heart.

No matter how they deduced and calculated, or how they joined forces to attack, there was only ever one outcome—utter defeat.

It was as if His Highness the Divine Son could perceive their every Divine Thought, always delivering the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.

Hearing this fresh and refined flattery, Su Chen was secretly overjoyed.

On the surface, however, he remained calm, merely waving his hand with the lonely air of a worldly expert.

"The Dao of Cards is the Dao of people."

"Your thoughts are written all over your faces; you're too green."

"Before the cards are even played, I already know your end."

(Nonsense, was my title of 'Mahjong Saint' in my previous life for nothing? Do you understand what a dimensional strike is?)

(You two "silly, white, sweet" girls who don't even know how to hide your emotions, and you want to win my Spirit Stones? Go practice the Dao for another hundred years!)

While Su Chen's mind was flooded with internal commentary, his hands moved smoothly, sweeping the pile of shimmering High-Grade Spirit Stones into his private treasury.

These past few days had truly been better than the life of an immortal.

Sleeping until noon every day, and upon waking, calling these beautiful and obedient female Great Saints to play Fight the Landlord, Mahjong, or Werewolf.

When he was hungry, there was Su Yue, a protector skilled in the Dao of Cooking, who would use sacred medicines and Spiritual Plants as ingredients to prepare supreme delicacies.

When he was thirsty, Su Tao would bring ten-thousand-year-old spirit wine and immortal spring jade dew to his lips.

If he felt bored, he would stand on the deck with his hands behind his back, watching the rivers of stars flow and the sea of clouds churn outside the boat, pointing out the wonders of the world—it was truly delightful.

Living such a life of luxury and decadence made him almost forget where he was.

Su Chen even felt that even without that damn System, he would be perfectly content being such a playboy for the rest of his life!

"I'm done playing, it's boring."

After winning a few more rounds, Su Chen suddenly felt it was dull. With a wave of his hand, he swept the jade cards off the table and into his storage ring.

"You're too weak; there's no challenge."

Upon hearing this, the two female Great Saints seemed as if they had been granted a great amnesty, hurriedly standing up to bow.

Su Chen stretched and asked casually, "How much longer until we reach the Heavenly Capital?"

Su Ying immediately replied respectfully, "Reporting to His Highness the Divine Son, according to the 'cruising speed' you set, there are about ten days of travel left."

"Ten days?" Su Chen's brow immediately furrowed. "So fast? No, pass down the order to reduce the speed to the lowest setting. I want to properly enjoy the scenery along the way."

(What kind of international joke is this! That crappy auction in the Heavenly Capital is about to start; am I supposed to rush over there now just to get killed?)

(I'll wait until the auction is over and all those monsters and demons have beaten each other senseless. Then I'll slowly drift over, enjoy a few days in the Heavenly Capital, and head straight back home.)

(Perfectly avoiding all the plot-related deaths. I really am a little genius!)

"Yes, His Highness the Divine Son."

Although Su Ying had a thousand doubts in her heart, she didn't dare to question him in the slightest and immediately relayed the order.

In an instant, the nine heavens carefree boat, which was traversing dimensions, let out a soft hum as its speed plummeted.

It transformed from a streak of light tearing through the Void Realm into a slow-moving sightseeing boat, strolling leisurely above the endless sea of clouds.

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction and paced to the balcony of his bedchamber, leaning against the railing to look into the distance.

Below the clouds lay the magnificent and boundless mountains and rivers, with Mortal cities dotted in between, tiny yet full of life.

He narrowed his eyes, letting the high-altitude gales blow through his hair.

With life like this, what more could one ask for?