179: The semi-finals are about to start!

The tender voice echoed for a moment, flashing by like a fleeting epiphyllum.

Shangguan Qing had incinerated the two black-robed figures, but then felt her consciousness grow dim, unable to sustain herself.

Yes, she had inherited all her strength and memories, but her current infant body was too weak. To protect itself, even with overwhelming power, her body could only slowly unlock it step by step.

The same went for her memories.

At this moment, Shangguan Qing had recalled all her childhood memories, even from a God's perspective.

She clearly saw that in her previous life, her parents had died tragically under the abuse of black-robed figures.

So, the moment the black-robed figures reappeared, an unknown flame abruptly ignited in her heart.

It was the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire that Meng Yun had injected into Shangguan Qing through the power transmission method in her previous life.

At this time, Shangguan Qing did not remember much from her adulthood. After dealing with the black-robed figures, her mind relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

In a trance, she only felt that she seemed to have forgotten someone and something extremely important to her.

Her small hand instinctively still clutched the spatial ring Meng Yun had given her, holding it tightly.

After all, this was the ring and the betrothal gift.

On the other side, Meng Yun had returned to his room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

“Ensure the Dark Crow Dynasty’s people enter the finals…” Meng Yun clutched his hair, a headache brewing:

“If I don’t learn from the Hanbang Dynasty and set a rule like ‘grape not placed on the chessboard cover,’ it will be hard to ensure their victory…”

No, I need to find a way.

Seeing that his future as an undercover agent in the Demon Seed faction was promising, he couldn't let a few small black-robed inspection teams ruin things!

“How about… asking Nangong Jing to seduce the Central State envoy?”

“No, no, that little girl isn’t even fully developed yet…”

“How about…”

Buzz, buzz, buzz~~

A certain inexplicable resonance suddenly echoed in Meng Yun’s heart.

Meng Yun was stunned for a moment, then a layer of understanding surged forth:

This kind of fluctuation is…

Is it the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire appearing??

Who did…

Ah, it must be Shangguan Qing!

This little one must have inherited everything from the last simulation!

“Qing Qing, oh Qing Qing, you truly are my little lucky star~”

Leveraging this resonance, Meng Yun flicked his finger, and a cluster of newborn flame was directly stolen by him from Shangguan Qing.

The Fire Thief, Yun!

He swallowed this flame directly into his abdomen, then fully circulated his Burning Art—no, his spiritual energy—and refined it instantly.

It was originally something he had given, so regaining control of it was naturally incredibly easy.

Feeling the astonishment and joy of this newborn flame, Meng Yun carefully nourished it with spiritual energy, urging it to grow stronger sooner.

To recreate glory.

It was time to let Zhou Huang once again experience the fear of being dominated by the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Cauldron!

Hehehehe!

…

Dark Crow Dynasty lounge.

Several figures under the dim lamplight had gloomy faces and serious expressions.

“Song Bingjia and Pao Huiyi’s life slips are broken…”

“Strange, are the Changli Dynasty’s people that strong?”

“Never mind, we’ve found enough people. Tomorrow, there will be a good show to watch.”

As these voices faded, the room was once again empty.

…

Zhou Huang twitched for a while, then rolled over and got off.

He walked expressionlessly into the bathtub, and immediately, scantily clad beauties came forward to scrub and massage him.

Not satisfying, not satisfying.

The beauties he brought, though all ravishing and hand-picked, always felt like something was missing on a psychological level…

Not exciting enough, not exciting enough!

What on earth was it, what was it!

Countless female figures flashed rapidly through his mind, finally settling on a pregnant woman with a bulging belly, and ripples suddenly stirred in his heart.

Was it… a certain accompanying family member from the Changli Dynasty?

Her?

Her appearance and looks were clearly not top-tier, so why would he, Zhou Huang, be so moved by her?

Could it be…

A certain inexplicable conjecture began to emerge in his mind.

He hoped that tomorrow’s semi-finals would pit him against the Changli Dynasty.

If so, then it would really be fun.

Madam, you wouldn’t want your husband to have his Dantian shattered and his Nascent Soul lost, would you?

Hahahahahahaha.

Thinking of the young woman’s suffering, Zhou Huang’s temper flared, and he grabbed the serving beauty, pulling her into the bathtub.

Rush forth, back waves!

Wave after wave!

The Year of the Snake is meant for fierce slithering!

…

Time arrived at the next day.

The venue was already packed, and even the current emperor and the Heaven Sword Pavilion Master had arrived on time.

No one would court bad luck in such an occasion.

After all, this was the reward and punishment system set by the Silver Yao Empress!

However.

Out of a total of nine teams, three were late, making everyone wait for a long time.

They looked dazed and confused, as if they hadn’t slept all night, their faces filled with bewilderment and fear, as if the surrounding world was brewing some great terror.

Meng Yun noticed this scene and frowned slightly.

He seemed to have seen such expressions of panic somewhere before…

Since one of the dynasties was right next to him, Meng Yun lightly patted someone’s shoulder: “Brother…”

“Ah?! I don’t know anything!!”

The person was like a startled bird, resisting Meng Yun’s action with extreme fear.

Meng Yun: “…”

Something was strange.

And if he guessed correctly, this strangeness was likely connected to the Demon Seed in some way!

As they were merely passing acquaintances, Meng Yun couldn’t be bothered to pay too much attention. He would deal with whatever came his way.

Just then, the Central State envoy had already stepped onto the stage.

His face showed a hint of displeasure, as if he had already noted down the members of these three dynasties in his little book.

He said nothing more, directly announcing the start of the semi-finals:

“The nine representative teams will come up in order to draw lots. Those who draw a blank lot will have a bye in this match!”

There would still be one team with a bye, but such good fortune would no longer benefit the Tianjian Dynasty.

After all, the dynasties that made it through the preliminary rounds had both luck and strength. Although the Tianjian Dynasty was strong, they were not necessarily weak.

Nangong Jing made to stand up: “I’ll go.”

As the little princess of the Tianjian Dynasty, it was suitable for her to draw lots, both emotionally and logically.

If Chen Jintong went on stage, he might start fighting with others before the match even began.

“Draw a good lot.” Meng Yun transmitted to Nangong Jing: “Those three late dynasties are strange…”

Nangong Jing trusted Meng Yun immensely. She narrowed her eyes and said, “You mean it’s best not to draw them?”

“No,” Meng Yun shook his head: “I want to hit them hard.”

Nangong Jing: “…”

Chen Jintong also looked at Meng Yun in surprise, his tone rarely showing a hint of fluctuation:

“Did you figure something out?”

Meng Yun smiled mysteriously: “Cicada, if we really face them, remember to beat them to death, just leave them a breath!”

Chen Jintong pouted: “Do you need to teach me how to beat someone to death?”

He even beat women without hesitation, let alone a group of guys who looked suspicious!

Nangong Jing gracefully walked away, as the host representative, she was the first to draw lots.

“Bless me with a top-tier lot!”

Nangong Jing muttered this as she held the jade slip. A flash of light, and text appeared.

Second group.

“Have you drawn? If so, move aside.”

Zhou Huang swaggered onto the stage, unceremoniously pushing Nangong Jing aside, and also drew a jade slip—first group.

“Consider yourself lucky.” Zhou Huang gave Nangong Jing a cold smile and turned to wait on the side.

Before long, the nine dynasties had all drawn their lots.

It was worth mentioning that the Changli Dynasty would face the Xia Ya Dynasty in this round.

The Dark Crow Dynasty unexpectedly got a bye.

Meng Yun: “…” Why are you looking at me? I didn’t do anything!

And the Tianjian Dynasty’s opponent was precisely one of the three late teams—

The Chuyun Dynasty!