283: Pillow Princess

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The water mirror faithfully broadcasted the entire process of "wet waste disposal" in the cave.

Shang Wan Ning sat cross-legged on the phoenix couch, holding a half-bitten spiritual fruit, frozen in mid-air.

The "rip" sound from the mirror felt like it echoed on her own phantom limb.

"Hiss..."

The Empress gasped, subconsciously pressing her legs together, feeling a faint pain in a certain non-existent part.

"Sister Meng's way of tearing Demons apart... is a bit brutal," she murmured, forgetting to eat her spiritual fruit.

Xiao Si's blue light spot bounced on her shoulder, simulating a comforting pat.

"Relax! great host, women occasionally being a bit fierce is normal. Maybe it's... um, mood swings during her period?"

Shang Wan Ning's eyes twitched: "Once you become a god, you can control your period with your mind."

Xiao Si: "So, that proves the point even more. Host, you need to work hard and reach the Ninth or Tenth Grade soon."

"Being a realm higher than Sister Meng is the way to go. Even if you can't win, at least you can take a few more hits when getting beaten. After all, she's an established Yin God with a very wild style."

Shang Wan Ning imagined the scene of crushing Sister Meng with her cultivation level, then thought of the ferocity of tearing the lizard apart just now, and immediately shuddered.

[Forget it, forget it.]

She decisively threw away the spiritual fruit, slumped deep into the phoenix couch, and pulled the Cloud Brocade Silk Quilt to wrap herself like a silkworm cocoon.

Only a pair of eyes remained visible, watching Meng Jiang's receding figure in the water mirror.

"If she's fierce, then she's fierce~ It's quite a vibe." Shang Wan Ning's voice was muffled under the quilt, carrying a subtle hint of expectation.

"Anyway, I think being a 'Pillow Princess' at this stage is also quite good."

"Safe, worry-free, and... cough, the experience is unique."

She wrapped her little quilt tighter and silently gave a thumbs up to her career as a "Pillow Princess"... for a year.

An entire year.

The northern, southern, and western parts of the Demon were plowed over by Chen Yu's "cultural output."

Carrying a red oil copper pot and singing "Dig, Dig, Dig" was just the appetizer.

Using low-grade illusion talismans at the Myriad Spirit Snake Demon altar, only for the talismans to fail and blow up the snake Demons' ancestral graves.

Going to the Stone Forest Secret Realm to hold an "Underworld Rock Concert," striking the Ancient Stone Bell with ear-piercing demonic sounds that forced the Stone Demons to move out collectively.

The most extreme part was at "Jingyu Lake," forcing the Water Demons known for their elegance to dance "Subject Three," calling it a "new school of underwater ballet."

Wherever they went, chaos followed, Demons were in panic, and the name "Underworld Mad Loli" echoed throughout the Demon.

The effect, naturally, was outstanding!

Sister Meng was busy as a bee; while the White-Haired Loli was "setting fires" in front, she was "catching mice" in the back.

Relying on the hatred and ridiculous behavior Chen Yu drew, she absorbed all the attention and quietly dealt with no less than a hundred groups of spies.

The maps she drew by scanning with divine power were so detailed they could mark mouse holes under specific stones.

The power distribution, resource points, and secret strongholds of the northern, southern, and western parts of the Demon were all clearly understood by her.

Just as Chen Yu's "cultural exchange" army grandly entered the Obsidian Plain at the eastern edge of the Demon...

Ao Ya, who had been holding it in for a year, finally exploded.

"Boom!!!"

A Crimson Demon Pillar carrying tyrannical dragon prestige descended from the sky without warning, crashing into the open space between Meng Jiang and Chen Yu's team.

The earth cracked, and obsidian fragments mixed with scorching airwaves soared into the sky.

The violent shockwave sent Chen Yu tumbling, the copper pot clattered onto the stones, and red oil splashed everywhere.

"Ouch! Who's the blind one?" Chen Yu crawled up covered in dust, her gold-rimmed glasses askew.

Looking up, she saw a burly figure floating in mid-air.

Dark red scales covered his body, hideous horns grew on his head, his face was rugged, and his vertical pupils burned with fury; it was the Seventh Grade Great Demon, Ao Ya.

He glared down at the green-robed figure slowly appearing in the dust, his voice as raspy as rubbing sand, suppressing an almost uncontrollable violence.

"Lady Meng, you are bullying the Demons too much."

Meng Jiang brushed off non-existent dust from her green robes, her posture languid.

"Oh? Who is this seat bullying?" she asked slowly, playing with a freshly picked flower of the other shore.

"Allowing a white-haired lunatic to run wild in my Demon and slaughtering the spies under my command." Ao Ya's roar made the air hum.

"Do you really think I don't dare to touch you?"

"Slaughtering?" Meng Jiang sneered.

The petals turned to ash at her fingertips. "A few sneaking mice—if they are stepped on, they are stepped on. Why, is Lord Ao Ya heartbroken?"

She raised her eyes, her peripheral vision piercing Ao Ya. "Or is it that you're heartbroken over the three thousand Ghost Messengers who were torn apart and used as lamp wicks at the Wangchuan Ferry back then?"

Ao Ya's pupils shrank, his anger replaced by a deeper gloom. "Old accounts..."

"Old accounts?" Meng Jiang interrupted him, her voice suddenly rising, full of hatred.

"The blood debt of three thousand colleagues' souls being dissipated is just an 'old account' in the eyes of a mongrel dragon like you?"

"Good~"

"Today, this seat will settle this 'old account' with you properly."

Before her voice fell, Sister Meng's figure suddenly disappeared.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Ao Ya's heart. Without thinking, his scale-covered Dragon Claw, carrying a crimson light that tore through space, struck viciously at the void beside him.

"Clang!!!"

A dull sound of metal clashing exploded.

Meng Jiang's figure solidified slightly at the edge of the claw wind. Her slender hand steadily blocked the Dragon Claw that was powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Several visible shockwaves suddenly spread.

On the plain below, a large area of the black stone forest was leveled like stalks of wheat.

Chen Yu and the Grass Spirit Dogs had long been pulled behind a giant rock by Feng Xi, only poking out half their heads.

"Hiss... Sister Meng is so fierce." Chen Yu's eyes sparkled as she thought of some inappropriate things.

Ao Ya only felt a thunderous force coming from his claw, making his arm tremble, and his heart sank.

[This madwoman is even fiercer than she was a thousand years ago.]

He didn't dare to be careless. Crimson Demon power boiled around him as his other Dragon Claw tore through the air, aiming straight for Meng Jiang's heart.

"Madwoman, die for me."

Sister Meng stood still, a mocking smile even playing on her lips.

The moment the Dragon Claw arrived, her figure suddenly blurred, like a remnant soul, circling behind Ao Ya.

"Ao Ya, you are too slow."

Her voice brushed past Ao Ya's ear. At the same time, her seemingly delicate palm lightly pressed against his scale-covered back.

"Puff!"

There was no earth-shattering roar. Ao Ya only felt a force comparable to an ancient mountain crash into his Demon Core.

"Blargh!" He spat out a large mouthful of scorching dragon blood. His massive dragon body suddenly lost control and plummeted toward the ground.

"Boom!!!"

The earth shook violently, and a giant crater ten thousand meters in diameter was smashed into the Obsidian Plain. Dense cracks spread for a hundred miles in all directions.

Ao Ya lay at the bottom of the crater, his dragon scale armor shattered into a thousand pieces, and dragon blood stained the black stones beneath him.