113: Youyu Training Troops

Netherworld, Temporary Command Center

"You Yu! Is this the army you've been training in the Ghost Domain?" Shang Wan Ning pointed at the screen in anger.

The screen showed the underworld soldiers and the White Lotus Sect members fighting on equal terms.

"Does everyone think I'm easy to talk to? How dare you try to fool me like this."

Shang Wan Ning slammed the red wine glass in her hand onto the floor, and it shattered instantly.

Red wine splashed across the marble floor, forming a bright red stain that looked just like fresh blood.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger." Seeing this, You Yu hurriedly dropped to one knee and said with his head bowed, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Shang Wan Ning took a deep breath and clenched her fists to calm her rage.

Seeing this, Ling Qi wrapped her arms around the BOSS's slender waist and comforted her softly, "Alright, don't be angry. Throwing a tantrum won't solve the problem."

"What exactly is going on?" Shang Wan Ning turned around, staring at You Yu as she questioned him, "Why are the third-tier underworld soldiers so weak?"

"They're not even as good as the ghost messengers on duty from the underworld app!!!"

You Yu looked up, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes. He replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty, these underworld soldiers are all new recruits. They lack chemistry and teamwork, which is why their combat power is low."

"Furthermore, their training time has been short, and they haven't fully adapted to the rhythm of battle. Moreover, most of them just used incense offerings to increase their cultivation, so their foundations are unstable, and they can't exert their true strength."

Shang Wan Ning gave a cold laugh, her voice filled with disappointment.

"Is this your explanation? Do you not know how dire the current situation of the Underworld is? If we don't improve the strength of the underworld soldiers soon... how will the Three-Year Covenant be fulfilled?"

Cold sweat broke out on You Yu's forehead. "Subordinate admits his fault. However, Your Majesty, we still have time. We can intensify the training to improve their strength."

Shang Wan Ning was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Fine. In that case, develop a stricter training plan as soon as possible. I want to see a real improvement in the underworld soldiers' combat power."

"It absolutely cannot be like today again. I don't want to support a bunch of useless, pampered soldiers!"

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty. This Subordinate will surely go all out and live up to Your Majesty's trust." Having said that, You Yu stood up, bowed, and slowly withdrew from the Wei Ran Residence.

But in his heart, he muttered, "You little brats, you made me lose all face in front of Her Majesty this time. Just wait and see how I drill you!"

Ling Qi had a smile on her lips as she looked playfully at the posturing BOSS. Her hands didn't stop, gently squeezing the waist twice before coming to a halt.

"Is Wanling beating You Yu into line?"

"As an emperor, one must maintain calmness and rationality at all times. Even if You Yu is loyal, his malice toward you has already crossed the line."

"Oh! Wanling is venting her anger for me. Do you want to become a ruler like King You of Zhou?"

"I am not King You of Zhou, and you are not Bao Si."

Ling Qi wrapped her arms around Shang Wan Ning's neck, a charming smile on her face as she said coquettishly, "But your concubine is a fox spirit! I'm here specifically to bewitch the monarch's heart."

"Really? Then I must give it a good try."

Shang Wan Ning quickly sat up straight and went to kiss Ling Qi's lips.

The fragrant and soft tip of her tongue was like a nimble flame, meeting her passionately and actively prying open Ling Qi's teeth.

The fiery kiss stirred the most primal desires!

Ling Qi couldn't help but tighten her grip around Shang Wan Ning's fragrant neck, wishing she could crush herself and merge into the BOSS's body.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Meng Jiang, who had finished reading the gossip on Weibo nearby, coughed a few times, but neither of them paid her any attention.

"Mind the... influence! I'm still here!" Meng Jiang reminded them helplessly.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, both breathing heavily with flushed faces.

Ling Qi lightly bit her lower lip and gave Shang Wan Ning a reproachful glare.

Shang Wan Ning licked her lips as if wanting more, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes.

Meng Jiang watched from the side, her face turning red as she secretly groaned in distress.

[Trash fox, let go of the BOSS and let me do it.]

The two "lilies" didn't care about her feelings at all and started making out right in front of her.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to break the ambiguous atmosphere. "Um... BOSS... should this Subordinate excuse herself?"

"Excuse yourself? No need." Shang Wan Ning's lips curled up slightly, and she reached out to gently pinch Ling Qi's cheek. "Sister Meng, stay. You can help me come up with some ideas."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang quickly nodded in agreement. "Sure! Whatever Your Majesty commands, this Subordinate will definitely do her best."

Shang Wan Ning smiled and handed her phone to Meng Jiang, saying, "Look at this."

Meng Jiang took the phone, glanced at the screen, and her eyes suddenly widened.

"Isn't this a photo of one of the company's streamers?"

Shang Wan Ning nodded and said in a serious tone, "Recently, with live-stream sales, the Xia Country market has become saturated. Live-stream income has decreased by at least thirty percent."

"I want to select a streamer to focus on supporting to expand into foreign markets."

"The Secretary-General can also provide some suggestions regarding the live-streaming!"

Ling Qi coquettishly slapped her hand away. "I'm not going to help you come up with strategies!"

"Just tell me, AQi~" Shang Wan Ning acted spoiled. "What are your thoughts on the Underworld's income?"

Ling Qi sighed helplessly. "I think just picking one at random is fine. Given the situation abroad, if the Underworld goes to establish a branch, they'll surely be welcomed with open arms."

"Uh! I'd better get back to work!" Meng Jiang watched the two of them flirting like glue and decided not to speak anymore.

A biting cold aura emanated from her, as if it were about to freeze the surrounding air.

She instantly transformed into her second form, tearing through space like a phantom, intending to find a punching bag to beat up and vent her inner frustration.

[Hiss! Dog food, my teeth hurt.]

Shang Wan Ning pursed her lips and stopped Meng Jiang. "Sister Meng, let me do it!"

"It's a good chance to stretch my legs."

[Amen, a woman's temper is like snow in June; it comes whenever it wants.]

"Fine!" Meng Jiang glanced at Shang Wan Ning and gave a helpless smile.

[I'll count it as Her Majesty being sensible.]

Ling Qi pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Do you need help, Wanling?"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the command hall turned cold again.

Shang Wan Ning hurriedly waved her hands. "Uh! No need, no need."

"Secretary-General, why don't you chat with Sister Meng for a while!"

"I'll go handle it!!!"

"Mm-hmm!" Ling Qi gave Meng Jiang a cold look.

She parted her vermilion lips and spat out two words—"Mine"... only to hear a sharp, ear-piercing "ripping" sound echoing through the skies.

The entire space was torn apart by this sudden sound.

A golden light flashed past as Shang Wan Ning sliced through the void, suddenly appearing before Hei Jing's eyes.

Her figure was graceful, her long robe fluttering in the wind. Her exquisite face now carried a hint of coldness and majesty, making it impossible to look directly at her.