Chapter 195 A Shura Field of Three-Phase Balance, Even the Empress Fears Being Crowded

The morning in the Northland did not become peaceful because of the lingering prestige from yesterday's sweep of the Three Elders of the Sanctuary.

On the contrary, the pressure leaking from the master bedroom of the Third Fortress, enough to make the Void Realm tremble, plunged all living creatures within a hundred-mile radius into a bizarre state known as "collective aphasia."

Inside the special-grade barracks, ripples of dark purple Mental Energy were spreading from the center of that "myriad heavens formless bed" at an extremely slow yet steady frequency.

【Ding! Detected host has entered a deep sleep stage: Hour 10.】

【Current sleep environment rating: SSS+ (Extreme tightness due to overcrowding).】

【Thermodynamic equilibrium System monitoring:】

【Port Side: Ice Phoenix Dao Body · Mu Qingxue (Saint Body conversion rate 20%). Current status: Body temperature rising due to being squeezed; Profound Yin Qi is undergoing high-frequency physical exchange with host's Pure Yang Qi.】

【Starboard Side: Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline · Su Qingyue (Bloodline boiling level 95%). Current status: phoenix blood resonates, attempting to perform "Final Link" with host in the dreamscape.】

【Central Control: Nine-Tailed Fox Ancestor · Iliya (Bond points 100). Current status: Nine tails have been forced to weave into an all-covering constant-temperature blanket due to narrow space; core pressure point: host's waist and abdomen.】

Jiang Chen's feeling at this moment was very wonderful.

In his dream, he was sitting on a giant ship traversing the galaxy, preparing to enjoy a cross-dimensional sunbath.

But unfortunately, the deck of this ship seemed a bit narrow. Two statues of goddesses on the left and right insisted on falling into his arms, and there was a soft mass of white clouds constantly shrinking beneath his feet.

"Mmm... don't squeeze, if you squeeze any more... I'm going to fall off..."

Jiang Chen let out a dissatisfied murmur in his dream, his body instinctively twisting a bit.

This slight movement, however, triggered a nuclear-explosion-level chain reaction in reality.

"Ying..."

Mu Qingxue let out a suppressed soft groan.

Her long hair, as brilliant as a galaxy, was tangled with Su Qingyue's dark tresses. Due to Jiang Chen's embrace, their bodies were pressed together with almost no gap.

Mu Qingxue could clearly feel Jiang Chen's chest, which was like a furnace, pressing tightly against her back.

That scalding, domineeringly aggressive masculine Aura caused the speed of her Saint Body conversion to skyrocket instantly.

"This bastard... does he even know what he's doing..." Mu Qingxue bit her red lips, her ice-blue eyes misting over.

She wanted to push him away, but those arms—which had become immensely powerful due to the ten-fold gravity enhancement—were like two red-hot iron hoops, locked firmly around her slender waist.

What made her even more ashamed and angry was that because the space was truly too small, one of Su Qingyue's long, beautiful legs was unceremoniously draped over hers. That fiery temperature caused her originally cold body to start burning along with it.

Su Qingyue's situation was even worse at this time.

Her phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes were trembling violently due to extreme shyness.

She could feel one of Jiang Chen's hands, which at some point had slid along her waistline onto certain indescribable curves, and even subconsciously squeezed, as if confirming the softness of a "pillow."

"Brother Jiang Chen... slow... slower..." Su Qingyue's delicate body trembled slightly. The boiling of her phoenix blood made her entire being turn a breathtaking crimson, and her charming body fragrance formed a thick pink mist around the large bed.

And the most miserable one was none other than Iliya.

This proud Fox Ancestor Saintess was currently curled up at Jiang Chen's feet, her nine giant tails serving as the most natural "shock-absorbing layer" padded beneath the three of them.

"Master... if you squeeze more... Iliya is really going to go bald..." Iliya's eyes were watery. The waves of numbness coming from the base of her tails made it almost impossible for her to maintain her human form.

【System: Detected host's Mental Energy is overflowing due to long-term "absorbing Yin to supplement Yang."】

【Activating automatic venting mode: Dream Exam Hall—All-Domain Silent Version.】

Just as this bed full of spring scenery (crossed out) cultivation reached its most critical moment, the Void Realm outside the Northland fortress suddenly distorted violently.

"Jiang Chen! You killed my Sanctuary Elders and snatched my Holy Land's Luck. Today, this seat shall execute punishment on behalf of Heaven!"

An old and majestic voice, carrying materialized killing intent, crashed down from the depths of the clouds.

That was the master of the Sanctuary's "Sin Washing Pool"—the Lord of the Holy Pool, a top-tier War God Realm expert who had been forced to end his seclusion early because his golden coffin was cracked by Jiang Chen's snoring. He had even touched the threshold of the ninth rank of the War God Realm!

Following his roar, countless beams of holy white light descended from the sky, each beam sufficient to pierce through a Grandmaster's Protective Aura.

However, the moment these white lights approached the special-grade barracks, it was as if they had fallen into a black hole, failing to stir up even a single ripple.

"Hmm?!" The Lord of the Holy Pool frowned slightly. He felt that his Divine Thought was actually locked by some extremely absurd power.

At this time, Jiang Chen, who was in the "going back to sleep" stage, had his brows tightly knitted into the shape of the character for "river."

Waking Up Anger, starting to charge.

"It's really noisy... who exactly... is farting over there..."

In his dream, Jiang Chen slowly raised his hand and made a "swatting a fly" motion.

【Waking Up Anger enhancement: 100% (Off-the-charts warning).】

【Skill activation: Dream Exam Hall—Logical Infinite Loop.】

In the sky, the originally overbearing Lord of the Holy Pool suddenly felt his vision blur.

He found that he was no longer above the fortress, but sitting in a narrow, cramped classroom filled with the smell of low-quality chalk dust.

In front of him lay a giant exam paper.

The header read: 【Great Xia High-Martial Professional Quality Test · Mental Health Section】

Question One: 【Given that the host is sleeping, your behavior of shouting and screaming outside is judged as what level of noise pollution? Also, please calculate the area of the psychological shadow generated for eighteen generations of your ancestors as a result.】

"What... what kind of Demonic Technique is this?!" The Lord of the Holy Pool roared, wanting to circulate his holy power to shatter this illusion.

But he discovered to his horror that the holy power inside his body had been forcibly converted into... ink.

A mechanical pencil appeared in his hand. As long as he didn't write the correct answer, that pencil would automatically jab him in the butt.

"I won't write! This seat is the Lord of the Sanctuary..."

*Pa!*

A crisp sound rang out.

In the sky, a giant, purple, size-43 slipper print suddenly appeared on the face of the originally floating Lord of the Holy Pool.

That was something Jiang Chen had casually thrown in his dream.

"Noise... is a capital offense."

Jiang Chen's voice boomed directly within the Lord of the Holy Pool's Sea of Consciousness, each word like a collapsing star.

In reality, the fortress defenders witnessed an unforgettable wonder.

The supposedly invincible Lord of the Holy Pool suddenly fell from the clouds, knelt at the fortress gates, and holding a branch from who-knows-where, began frantically writing calculus formulas on the frozen ground, crying hysterically as he wrote:

"Why! Why does the square root of two not equal three! Young Master Jiang, spare my life! I really don't know how to calculate it!"

The Great Grandmaster had gone mad.

Inside the barracks, Jiang Chen rolled over, his large hand smoothly pulling Mu Qingxue and Su Qingyue into his arms at the same time; the posture was domineering to the extreme.

"Finally quiet... Qingyue, help me turn up the air volume on that 'air conditioner'..."

Mu Qingxue's delicate body froze. Feeling his unabashed stroking at her waist, she could only let out a helpless long sigh and slowly closed her eyes amidst the lingering, terrifying yet stable prestige of his Waking Up Anger.

In this Northland morning, Jiang Chen's snoring was the strongest forbidden curse in the world.