Chapter 43 So-called emperor's bearing is not as soft as my pillow.

Liu Ruyan's crushing defeat was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard onto the faces of everyone who looked down on Jiang Chen.

The forum of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University had already exploded. The pinned post, "Shocking! The Sleep God's true identity is actually a top-tier Mental Energy user?", had surpassed one hundred thousand replies in just one hour.

"I knew it! Who can dodge skills while sleeping? That was 'Absolute Perception' with Mental Energy covering the entire field!"

"The physical dodging before was just him messing with us; the Mental Energy counter-kill is his true face!"

"So the Sleep God has been in the stratosphere all along, while we were in the basement..."

However, Jiang Chen, the center of public opinion, was currently wearing an eye mask, catching up on sleep in the lounge.

Imperial Capital, Wang Family villa, secret chamber.

A suffocating low pressure permeated the air.

"We were careless." The Wang Family's Elder had a gloomy expression as he watched the footage of Liu Ruyan bleeding from her seven orifices. "There must be an expert guiding this brat behind the scenes. Mental Energy at the Bone Forging Realm cannot possibly be this strong, unless... his Mental Energy mutated naturally, or a Grandmaster-level Mental Energy user is protecting his path."

Wang Teng sat to the side, rolling two iron balls in his hand, which had already been squeezed out of shape.

"Third Uncle, no matter who is behind him, I cannot lose this match. If I lose, that fifty billion..."

"Fifty billion is a small matter, but the Wang Family's reputation is what matters." The Elder pulled an ancient brocade box from his robe. After opening it, a gentle white light spilled out.

Inside the box lay a jade pendant covered in runes, along with a red Medicinal Pill emitting a bloody scent.

"This is the 'Soul-Stabilizing Jade,' obtained by our Old Ancestor when he killed a Rank 6 Phantom Demon back in the day. Wearing it allows you to be immune to all Mental Energy attacks below the Organ Refining Realm. Even a Mental Energy user who has just entered the Organ Refining Realm cannot shake your Sea of Consciousness."

The Elder's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. "As for this 'Blood Explosion Pill,' it is a Rank 4 prohibited drug. Although the side effect will require three months of recovery, it can force you to break through the barrier within one hour, giving you the full combat power of the first layer of the Organ Refining Realm!"

"Mental immunity, plus a Realm suppression." The Elder pushed the items in front of Wang Teng. "Teng'er, if you still can't win with this, don't bother coming back to the Wang Family."

Wang Teng gripped the jade pendant and the Medicinal Pill, a ferocious ecstasy erupting in his eyes: "Don't worry, Third Uncle! Once his Mental Energy methods are sealed, he will be nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of me!"

Lounge corridor entrance.

Su Qingyue had just obtained information from outside and was walking back in a hurry, but her path was blocked by a tall figure at the corner.

"Su, the Campus Belle, where are you rushing to?"

Wang Teng was dressed in white, appearing elegant and refined, but the sinister look in his eyes made people shudder.

"Wang Teng? Good dogs don't block the road." Su Qingyue's face was cold, and she instinctively protected the documents in her arms.

"Heh, still so sharp-tongued." Wang Teng took a step forward, his powerful aura causing Su Qingyue, who was only at the sixth level of the Bone Forging Realm, to choke on her breath. "I heard that the cargo lines of your Su Family in the south of the city haven't been very peaceful recently? And several batches of precious medicinal herbs were seized by 'unknown' robbers?"

Su Qingyue's face turned pale: "Did you do it?"

"I didn't say that." Wang Teng lowered his head and leaned into Su Qingyue's ear, his voice cold and sinister. "I'm just kindly reminding you. If you don't want the Su Family's capital chain to break, or even go bankrupt... it's best to persuade your sleepy little boyfriend to be sensible on the stage later and just admit defeat. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" A lazy voice suddenly cut in.

Wang Teng turned around abruptly to see that the lounge door had opened at some point. Jiang Chen was leaning against the doorframe, still holding that pillow in his hands, his eyelids drooping as if he were about to fall asleep the next second.

"Jiang Chen!" Su Qingyue exclaimed in surprise and quickly ran behind Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen reached out and pulled Su Qingyue behind him, then nonchalantly picked his ear.

"It's midday, where is all this dog barking coming from? It's so noisy it's giving me nightmares."

Wang Teng looked at Jiang Chen's sleepy appearance and sneered in his heart: Keep acting. Let's see how you act later.

"Jiang Chen, I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth." Wang Teng snorted coldly and adjusted his collar. "Remember, on the arena, life and death are irrelevant. Don't come crawling to beg me later."

After speaking, he turned and left with the posture of a victor.

Watching his back, Jiang Chen's originally half-closed eyes opened slightly, and a faint purple light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Threatening my woman? And you want me to kneel?"

Jiang Chen patted the pillow in his arms and muttered to himself, "Your Majesty, it seems we have to work overtime tonight to teach this grandson a lesson about rules."

Inside the lounge.

"Jiang Chen, this is Wang Teng's information!" Su Qingyue shoved the intelligence into Jiang Chen's hands, her eyes slightly red. "He not only practiced the 'Imperial Extreme World-Shocking Scripture', but he also prepared a prohibited drug and a treasure to defend against Mental Energy! The Wang Family is determined to cripple you this time!"

"Soul-Stabilizing Jade? Blood Explosion Pill?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the documents and casually threw them into the trash can. "More of these flashy trinkets. It's just gilding trash; the essence is still trash."

Just then, the "clack-clack" sound of high heels approached.

The door was pushed open, and a cold, frigid fragrance instantly filled the entire room.

Mu Qingxue walked in. She was still wearing professional attire today, but it seemed like she was trying to hide something, as she had deliberately put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, making her look even more ascetic and intellectual.

"This is for you."

She handed over a small jade bottle, her voice cold and clear. "Three 'Heart-Clearing and Soul-Stabilizing Pills'. If you feel your Mental Energy is overdrawn, or... are intimidated by his Dragon Qi, take them immediately."

Jiang Chen did not take the jade bottle, but instead took the opportunity to grasp Mu Qingxue's extended hand.

The moment he touched it, an extreme icy sensation traveled from her palm.

For an ordinary person, this would be bone-chilling cold, but for Jiang Chen, whose blood was hot from his Waking Up Anger, it was simply like a glass of iced lemonade in the dog days of summer.

"Hiss—comfortable."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His thumb subconsciously rubbed the back of Mu Qingxue's hand twice. "Teacher, compared to the Medicinal Pill, I think holding your hand is more effective at calming the mind. This touch... cool and soft, it's simply a supreme treasure of the world."

"You!"

Mu Qingxue's delicate body trembled, and the layer of frost on her face instantly collapsed.

If it were before, she would have slapped this lecher away long ago.

But ever since that last "treatment," her body seemed to have developed an unspeakable addiction to Jiang Chen's Yang Qi.

Held by Jiang Chen's scorching hand, the Cold Poison that had been raging in her body for many years instantly calmed down, replaced by a warmth that made her toes curl up.

"Let... let go!"

Mu Qingxue bit her red lips. Although her voice was stern, she couldn't exert any strength in her hand. Instead, because of the comfortable sensation, her fingertips trembled slightly and gently hooked Jiang Chen's palm.

This unconscious action instantly made the atmosphere between the two extremely ambiguous.

Su Qingyue, standing by, widened her eyes, watching this scene, feeling sour in her heart: Is this still that iceberg witch who keeps strangers at a distance? Why is she like a little wife in front of Jiang Chen?

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Jiang Chen knew when to stop and reluctantly let go, but his fingertips still brushed against Mu Qingxue's palm intentionally or unintentionally. "Don't worry, Teacher. In order to continue enjoying this 'human air conditioner' in the future, I won't lose."

Mu Qingxue quickly withdrew her hand, hiding it behind her back, clenching her fist tightly to hide her trembling. Two red clouds flew onto her face: "Stop with the glib tongue! If you lose, don't say you're my student!"

Finally, the long-awaited moment of the final arrived.

Inside the arena, the atmosphere was boiling to the extreme.

"Wang Teng! Wang Teng!"

Amidst the cheers, Wang Teng took the stage.

At this moment, he had already consumed the Blood Explosion Pill, and his aura was like a volcanic eruption, having clearly broken through to the Peak of the first layer of the Organ Refining Realm!

What was even more terrifying was that the "Soul-Stabilizing Jade" hanging around his neck emitted a soft white light, protecting his Sea of Consciousness tightly.

"Jiang Chen, come up and receive your death!"

Wang Teng was surrounded by pale golden Qi and blood, like a coiling golden Dragon. His voice was like thunder, making the air buzz.

From the other passage, Jiang Chen walked out slowly.

The style changed abruptly.

He wasn't wearing a combat suit, but a loose cotton pajama set, wearing slippers on his feet, and was actually still holding that pillow he won during military training.

"Why did he bring a pillow on stage?"

"Is he planning to use the pillow as a hidden weapon?"

"This contrast is too big, right? On one side is a War God descending, and on the other is someone going downstairs to buy breakfast?"

Su Manyu sat in the VIP box, lightly waving her folding fan, watching Jiang Chen's appearance, the smile in her beautiful eyes deepening: "Little enemy, this is a hundred-billion gamble, don't actually fall asleep."

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the arena, threw the pillow on the ground, and actually sat cross-legged on the pillow in front of everyone.

"Don't shout so loudly, it's easy to get hypoxia." Jiang Chen yawned and patted the pillow under his butt. "Let's start. The sooner we finish, the sooner we eat. I heard there's braised pork in the cafeteria tonight."

"Arrogant! How dare you keep a stiff upper lip when death is imminent!"

Wang Teng was completely enraged by Jiang Chen's conceited attitude.

"I know you are a Mental Energy user! But today, I have the Soul-Stabilizing Jade protecting my body, your Demonic Technique is ineffective against me!"

"Imperial Extreme World-Shocking — — The Monarch Descends!"

Wang Teng took a step forward, his golden light flaring up. That Qi and blood golden Dragon roared to the sky, carrying a suffocating "Emperors Might," crushing fiercely toward Jiang Chen.

"Kneel!!"

Facing this terrifying pressure, Jiang Chen remained sitting, unmoved.

But deep in his Sea of Consciousness, the System notification sound rang out frantically.

【 Ding! Hostile pressure detected. 】

【 Source: Inferior Cultivation Technique imitator. 】

【 Judgment: Daring to call yourself a monarch in front of a true ruler (Empress)? 】

【 Passive skill triggered: Monarch's Disdain. 】

【 Currently mobilizing a trace of Emperors Might contained within the pillow... 】

Jiang Chen slightly raised his head, and in those lazy eyes, a purple-gold throne in a sea of blood and mountains of corpses was suddenly reflected.