Chapter 163: Morning Grumpiness: The Man Who Dispersed the Nine Netherworld Cold Tide
Deep in the Northern Territory, on the edge of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.
The clouds here were a thick, leaden gray all year round, with lightning storms slithering through the sea of clouds like snakes and pythons.
However, just as the 'heavenly phoenix' flying boat smoothly entered this area, the surrounding thunder vanished without warning.
In its place was a bone-chilling silence.
"Click... crack..."
On the hard alloy hull of the flying boat, which was capable of withstanding a full-force blow from a Grandmaster, a layer of eerie, ghost-blue frost suddenly appeared without warning.
This frost didn't look like condensed water vapor; it looked more like tentacles from Hell, crazily eroding and spreading along the lines of the flying boat's defensive Formation.
"Alert! Alert! External ambient temperature has instantly plummeted below negative two hundred and seventy degrees! Absolute zero warning!"
"Defensive Formation energy conduction interrupted! Logic core frozen!"
Inside the cabin, sharp alarms blared. The violent shaking of the flying boat sent the resting students rolling into a pile.
Department Head Dragon rushed to the porthole, and with just one glance, this hardened military man who had seen it all felt his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.
"This is not a normal cold wave... This is the 'Nine Nether Cold Wave'! Those charlatans colluded with the forbidden beasts and used the 'Position Deprivation' secret technique!"
As far as the eye could see, the sky for a hundred miles had turned into a ghost-blue abyss.
Within the surging cold wave, countless phantom images of massive ice god statues were vaguely visible, opening their bloody maws in an attempt to completely devour the solitary flying boat.
This cold wave froze not just the air, but also the 'will to survive'.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat from this area!" Department Head Dragon roared, his body surging with lightning as he tried to forcibly activate the engines.
But the moment the lightning left his body, it was forcibly frozen in the air by that extremely cold aura, turning into a string of comical purple ice shards that fell to the ground.
In this forbidden Domain, even the Law was frozen.
At this moment, in the luxurious bedroom at the rear of the flying boat, which had been reinforced countless times.
The temperature here was also dropping rapidly.
Although the 'ten thousand years profound ice soul' embedded in the headboard was emitting a faint blue light, in the face of this 'ancestor-level' Nine Nether Cold Wave, even it seemed somewhat intimidated.
On the large bed, Jiang Chen was in an extremely delicate position.
His left hand was hooked around Su Qingyue's slender neck, his right hand was pressing against Mu Qingxue's waist, and his legs were tightly wrapped like a burrito by Iliya's nine fluffy tails. This 'three-phase harmony' had originally brought him to the climax of a dream—
In the dream, Empress Ye Liuli was chasing him and beating him because he had just 'teased' her; although he was being beaten black and blue, the air was sweet, and the atmosphere was pink.
But at the critical moment when he was about to hug the Empress's waist and demand that 'interest'.
A wisp of cold, viscous, death-filled wind actually pierced through the System's automatic defense net, followed the gap in the quilt, and drilled extremely precisely into the sole of his foot.
"Hiss..."
Jiang Chen in his sleep twitched his lower leg violently.
In that instant, his Divine Soul froze abruptly in the abyss palace.
Empress Ye Liuli, who had been raising her palm to teach Jiang Chen a lesson, also stopped in her tracks.
A flicker of astonishment flashed in her purple eyes, which then turned into a pitying look that could be called 'good luck to you'.
"Jiang Chen... it seems someone outside wants to die very thoroughly." Empress Ye Liuli dropped that sentence coldly, and her figure instantly dissipated into the mist.
Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes (or to be precise, activated 'Waking Up Anger Vision').
At this time, his brain was still in standby mode, but the resentment of having his 'sweet dream interrupted', which had been building up for a whole chapter, had turned into tangible purple-black Evil Qi, spewing out from every pore of his body.
【Ding! Environmental noise and extreme climate disturbance detected.】
【host Anger Value: 300% (Overflow Warning).】
【Source Identified: Nine Nether Cold Wave (Mastermind: A few rats hiding in the Void Realm).】
【Activated Skill: Dream Manifestation · Ultimate Form — World-Class Slap!】
"I... was just about to... kiss her..."
Jiang Chen slowly sat up, his voice as low as if he were sharpening a knife in the depths of Hell.
Iliya in his arms was the first to feel this terrifying low pressure; her nine tails instantly puffed up into nine white pom-poms, and she curled up in the corner of the bed, shivering.
"Master... Master is going crazy..."
"Jiang Chen, are you awake? Quick! Take Su Qingyue and go! The cold wave can't be blocked..."
Before Mu Qingxue's cold voice could finish, she saw Jiang Chen slowly pull that faded slipper—which was emitting a purple light brighter than the sun at this very moment—out of the pile of scrap clothing.
Jiang Chen didn't look at her, nor did he look at Su Qingyue.
He didn't even put on shoes, just walked barefoot like that, carrying the slipper, and took a step into the Void Realm.
"Hum—!"
No True Qi fluctuations, no Domain expansion.
But the moment Jiang Chen stepped out of the bedroom, the space around the entire 'heavenly phoenix' was forcibly frozen.
The frost that had been crazily eroding seemed to have been paused by time, frozen in mid-air in that twisted posture.
Jiang Chen arrived on the deck at the top of the flying boat.
The strong wind messed up his messy hair, and his spongebob pajamas fluttered violently in the cold wind.
He raised his head and looked at the ghost-blue phantom images of the god statues covering the sky, as well as the few Church Archbishops and Beast Shamans hiding in the depths of the Void Realm, who were gloating.
"Was it you guys... who turned on the AC?"
Jiang Chen tilted his head and asked in a chuunibyou and lazy tone.
"Heretic! Sleep forever beneath the Nine Nethers!" An arrogant roar came from the Void Realm.
Jiang Chen wasn't angry; instead, he revealed an extremely cruel smile.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the slipper in his hand resonated with the stars above the firmament at this moment.
"Sleepwalking Technique: Not only am I going to slap you, I'm going to slap your genealogy to pieces!"
"Slap!!!"
Without any warning, Jiang Chen casually swung a big slap toward the cold wave filling the sky.
In that instant, all monitoring satellites in Great Xia went dark.
In front of that giant, ten-thousand-foot-wide Mental Energy slipper phantom, what Nine Nether Cold Wave, what Position suppression—it was just like the water vapor on a mirror after taking a shower.
One slap swept across.
The ghost-blue abyss shattered instantly, and the extreme cold energy that was originally enough to freeze time and space underwent a 'physical denaturation' due to the high-frequency vibration of Mental Energy under this slap.
Extreme cold turned into extreme heat!
"Rumble—!!!"
The Northern Territory sky, which had been frozen, began to rain warm red rain within that very second.
The phantom images of the god statues filling the sky disappeared completely, like a sketch erased by an eraser.
And those few Archbishops and Shamans hiding in the depths of the Void Realm, who were preparing to celebrate their victory, didn't even have time to scream before the aftermath swept over them, and their Soul bodies were directly slapped into thin, purple sticky notes in the Void Realm, sticking firmly to the flying boat's drainpipe due to inertia.
One slipper, slapping away a concept-level disaster covering a thousand miles.
One slipper, letting winter in the Northern Territory experience summer in advance.
On the flying boat's deck, there was dead silence for a full three minutes.
Department Head Dragon couldn't care about the embarrassment of his face being soaked by the warm red rain; he tremblingly took out his recorder, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Record... record it quickly! That move Consultant Jiang just used... he didn't use True Qi, it was pure 'Karma erasure'!"
"Look at the flow of the clouds!" A Formation department instructor pointed at the sky in horror, "With this slap, he wasn't killing the enemy; he was... manually adjusting the latitude and longitude of the Northern Territory's Spiritual Qi!"
"I understand!"
Department Head Dragon slapped his forehead, his eyes full of almost fanatical awe, "Mr. Jiang calculated that the Northern Territory's cold energy was too heavy and would affect the Foundation of the national destiny in the future, so he deliberately lured the enemy into launching the cold wave, just so he could use the excuse to slap out a 'ten thousand generations of spring' pattern!"
"Deep foresight! This is truly the pillar of the nation!"
And in the center of the deck, Jiang Chen, under the gazes of everyone who respected him like a god, flicked the water stains off his slipper with some disgust.
"Tsk, it got dirty."
He looked at Mu Qingxue and Su Qingyue, who had just followed him out, with some grievance, "Teacher, Su Qingyue... my dream was interrupted. You have to compensate me."
Su Qingyue looked at the man in front of her who had just saved the entire army but was acting like a spoiled child over a dream, and her original shock instantly turned into a rich, inseparable tenderness.
She quickly walked up, took Jiang Chen's cold (due to Mental Energy overdraft) hand, and pressed it against her own hot cheek.
"We'll compensate you! Brother Jiang Chen, whatever you want to compensate is fine!" Su Qingyue's eyes rippled, carrying a hint of determination, "As long as... as long as you don't think it's crowded."
Mu Qingxue snorted coldly from the side, but didn't refute; instead, she wrapped her arms around Jiang Chen's waist from behind very naturally, channeling a pure Profound Yin Cold Condensation Qi into his scorching Meridians.
"That slap just now caused non-linear disturbances in your bioelectricity due to cross-dimensional output."
Mu Qingxue's face was blushing so hard it was about to drip blood, but she still said in a cold, 'I'm doing this for science' tone, "To prevent your Sea of Consciousness from being 'burned out', we need to immediately perform... trinity bio-electromagnetic balance repair."
Jiang Chen blinked, although he didn't understand those high-sounding terms, he understood the last two words—'balance'.
"That sounds good."
Jiang Chen leaned against the two women, carried by them like he had no bones, and walked back, "That... Iliya, stop counting your tails, go back to the room, time to charge."
"Coming, coming!" Iliya hugged the 'Nine Nether Cold Marrow Bead' she had just picked up, which had been compressed by the cold wave, and followed happily.
Under the Northern Territory sky that had returned to clarity, under the gaze of a group of War Gods and Great Grandmasters who were almost kneeling to worship, the Great Xia Sleep God, Jiang Chen, returned to his battlefield (the big bed) that was crowded, yet as warm as ever.