Chapter 159: The Bed Collapsed! The "Heavy" Love of the War God Realm

In the early morning of the Imperial Capital, sunlight pierced through the top-tier soundproof glass of the Cloud Top Villa, yet it could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere in the master bedroom, which was enough to freeze the Void Realm.

Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes, the purple-gold afterimage from the abyss palace still lingering on his retinas. He had spent half the night rubbing the back of Empress Ye Liuli in his dream; although his hands were sore, the gains were undeniably off the charts.

【Ding! Dual Cultivation in the dream completed.】

【host's Mental Energy stabilized: War God Realm First Layer (Peak).】

【Due to the qualitative change in Mental Energy, the "Divine Sense pressure" unconsciously emitted by the host has exceeded the limit of what the Physical Body can withstand.】

"Whew..." Jiang Chen let out a long sigh, intending to roll over and find a more comfortable position to sleep for another two hours.

Just then, an extremely crisp and teeth-grinding "crack" sounded abruptly in the deathly silent room.

"Hmm?" Before Jiang Chen could react, he felt his center of gravity sink sharply.

"Boom—!!!" Accompanied by a loud crash, the 【Phoenix Perching Wutong Divine Bed】, which cost over fifty million and was crafted from Deep Sea Sinking Silver Wood and Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Silkworm Silk, collapsed without warning under Jiang Chen's simple act of rolling over.

It didn't just collapse; it was completely reduced to powder.

The bed frame, capable of withstanding a full-force blow from a Grandmaster, was as pathetic as a piece of low-quality biscuit under the heavy Divine Sense pressure of the War God Realm that Jiang Chen was unconsciously emitting.

Dust filled the air. Jiang Chen lay sprawled out in the debris of wood chips, still clutching the star dream emperor pillow tightly in his arms, looking completely bewildered.

"What the... I didn't even use any force." Jiang Chen felt the cold, hard floor beneath his butt, and his state of mind collapsed on the spot.

【Ding! Damage to core sleep asset detected.】

【System evaluation: Your Soul is too heavy; the beds of the mortal world can no longer bear your dreams (and your weight).】

【Emergency quest triggered: Reforge the Divine Couch!】

【Quest description: As the future Dominator of the dream realm, how can you sleep on the floor? Please travel to the Holy Land of the Fox Clan in the Northern Territory and obtain the "Life-Bound Underarm Fur" of the Fox Clan's Old Ancestor.】

【Quest reward: Unlock Divine Weapon-grade furniture—the "myriad heavens formless bed", which comes with absolute defense, constant-temperature aromatherapy, and "dream acceleration" effects.】

【Failure penalty: Due to the loss of bed suppression, the next time the host falls asleep, gravity within a ten-mile radius will spiral out of control, forcing everyone to experience a high-altitude freefall with you.】

"Underarm fur?" Jiang Chen's mouth twitched violently. "System, isn't your hobby drifting further and further away from the aesthetic sensibilities of carbon-based lifeforms?"

【System: That is the part of the Fox Clan where Spiritual Qi is most concentrated, softest, and comes with the natural Heavenly Fox Body Scent; it is the only Divine Material for weaving a War God-grade mattress. host, please do not profane art with your filthy thoughts.】

At this moment, the door was kicked open with a "bang." Mu Qingxue, Su Qingyue, Iliya, and Alisa—four stunning beauties—rushed in almost instantly.

They looked at the room full of wood chips, then at Jiang Chen, who was sitting in the center of the ruins wearing spongebob pajamas and staring blankly, and they all petrified.

"Jiang Chen... what did you do in the room last night?" Mu Qingxue looked at the Divine Bed that had been reduced to powder, her eyes twitching wildly. "Is this... a self-destruction scene of a Great Grandmaster?"

Su Qingyue was so anxious that her pretty face turned pale: "Brother Jiang Chen, did you suffer from Qi Deviation while practicing? Where are you hurt? Let me see!"

"I'm fine..." Jiang Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, pointing at the ruins beneath him, his tone a bit weak. "Um... if I said I just rolled over in a dream and the bed accidentally 'committed suicide,' would you believe me?"

Iliya sniffed, taking a step back in terror. The Fox Clan Bloodline within her was trembling; she felt a Bloodline suppression from Jiang Chen that was a hundred times more terrifying than her own father's.

"Master... your aura right now is so scary."

"Scary?" Jiang Chen yawned and grabbed the quilt (which, surprisingly, hadn't shattered) to wrap around himself. "I just think the quality of the beds in this Imperial Capital is really poor. For the sake of my waist, it looks like I'll have to make a trip to the Northern Territory."

"The Northern Territory?" Mu Qingxue's eyes narrowed. "That place is currently the center of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and the Fox Clan Old Ancestor has just awakened. You're going there now..."

"For the sake of sleep, let alone the Northern Territory, I would go to Hell if I had to."

Jiang Chen closed his eyes, leaning against the broken bedpost. "Qingyue, go prepare the flying ship. This time, I'm going to pluck that old fox's fur."

Everyone looked at each other. In the eyes of the Great Xia high-level officials, the Northern Territory was a meat grinder; in the eyes of various Prodigies, the Northern Territory was a slaughterhouse. But in Jiang Chen's eyes, it seemed to be nothing more than a high-end wholesale market for Materials.