327: The Empress, suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit

Shang Wan Ning grew more excited as she spoke, beginning to gesticulate wildly in the hall.

"Think about it, Avila, the Elf Goddess!"

"Forced to work, dancing 'Gokuraku Jodo' or 'Renai Circulation.' With stiff movements and failed expression management, she'd be forced to read the bullet chats: 'Thanks, bro, for the flower of the other shore.'"

"What a scene that would be!"

Shang Wan Ning excitedly slapped Ling Qi's shoulder. "incense offerings would surely go off the charts, and the servers would start smoking. Lia, Olexia—they'd all have to move aside."

"My Underworld APP livestream room will be punching Source Realm Pay and kicking Western Divine Domain Connect."

Ling Qi was shaken by the slap, her gold-rimmed glasses sliding to the tip of her nose.

She looked at the Empress before her, who was as excited as a two-hundred-pound child, and only one thought remained in her mind.

[It's over, A Ning has been led astray by the White-Haired Loli.]

[This madness... the student has truly surpassed the master.]

[Kidnapping the Elf Goddess for a group livestream dance is a hundred times more suicidal than bombing Wormrock City.]

[The Nature Pantheon will go to war with the Netherworld directly!!!]

[Sister Meng will probably tear down Jiaotai Palace first when she finds out, right?]

"Your Majesty~" Ling Qi took a deep breath, using all her professional poise to maintain her composure.

"This matter requires a long-term plan. Goddess Avila is, after all, an Eighth-Rank peak Main God with immense strength and believers spread across multiple planes."

"Moreover, wouldn't a group broadcast dance be too insulting to her divine status?"

"Divine status?"

Shang Wan Ning sneered, waving her hand dismissively. "Only a divine status that can be exchanged for incense offerings is a good one. Can being noble put food on the table?"

"Look at Lia, how successful she is as a battle-damaged elf. What does that prove? It proves the market needs it; it proves that goddesses also need to lower their status and embrace the traffic of incense offerings."

She stroked her chin, her gaze becoming increasingly dangerous. The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

"Immense strength? Hmph, I'm at the Eighth-Rank now. Along with Olexia and Sister Meng, can't the three of us pin her down in a three-on-one?"

"Many believers? Perfect, we'll convert them all into our APP's daily active users."

"Insulting her divine status? It's just a dance. Consider it a contribution to cultural exchange in the multiverse; I'll personally gift her some Big Rockets."

Ling Qi's vision went dark, feeling that the future of the Netherworld was bleak. She silently pulled out her communication jade talisman and began typing blindly.

[Return quickly, Her Majesty has gone crazy. She wants to kidnap the Elf Goddess for a girl group dance. Urgent need for Sister Meng's force to suppress her. I'm about to break, return quickly!!!]

Recipient: Meng Jiang... In the back kitchen of Meng Pos Shop, steam was misty.

Meng Jiang had just scooped up a ladle of wangchuan water concentrate, preparing to blend a new batch of "Cola Soup."

The jade talisman at her waist suddenly vibrated violently, the spiritual energy fluctuations making the soup pot wobble.

[Return quickly...]

In Ling Qi's message, every word radiated speechlessness =_=.

Meng Jiang's hand shook, and the concentrate almost splashed all over her.

[Elf Goddess, group broadcast dance. Has A Ning's brain been smoked by the sulfur of Wormrock City?]

She put down the ladle, her elegant brows knitting together.

No, Ling Qi was not someone who made a fuss over nothing.

Recently, the Black and White Impermanence and the four Demon Nether Emissaries had indeed whispered that after Her Majesty returned from the Ativi Continent, her temper had been exceptionally irritable, to the point where she could leave fingerprints on jade slips while reviewing official documents.

Could she have really been contaminated by something unclean in the Gray Mist Territory?

[That madwoman Sabrina's methods are truly hard to guard against.]

Once the thought arose, Meng Jiang could no longer sit still.

Forming hand seals with her fingertips, her figure vanished. When she reappeared, she was in the deepest part of the Netherworld, the Netherworld Core Area where even light was reluctant to linger.

"Nether Crane!" Meng Jiang's voice pierced the dead silence.

From the thick, inseparable shadows, a three or four-year-old little tot slowly floated out.

She was as adorable as if carved from jade, wearing an oversized crane-patterned robe and holding a thread-bound book nearly larger than her face titled "The Overbearing Yama Falls in Love with Me."

This was the Netherworld World Spirit, the former Empress, and a Ninth-Rank powerhouse—Nether Crane.

The little girl didn't even lift her eyelids as her chubby little hand slowly turned a page. "What's all the noise about?"

"I'm just getting to the crucial part where the Yama is about to take her by force."

Meng Jiang snatched the book away. "Screw the book! Something's happened to A Ning; she's suspected of being possessed. Hurry to Jiaotai Palace for a consultation."

Nether Crane finally deigned to lift that harmless baby face, her black grape-like eyes blinking.

"Possessed? That woman Shang Wan Ning? What could possibly possess an Eighth-Rank Deity? At most, it's early menopause."

"Cut the crap!" Meng Jiang went straight for it, lifting the little tot by her back collar.

"Ling Qi is frantic with worry; she says the Empress wants to kidnap Avila for a group broadcast dance."

Nether Crane's small mouth hung open, and the book fell to the ground with a thud. "Kidnap who? What... what?"

In the next second, the space around the little tot twisted.

With a flash of blinding white light, a tall, cold, and elegant mature beauty stood in her place.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, her pupils were crimson-gold and vertical, and the oversized crane-patterned robe transformed into a tight-fitting ink-black outfit that outlined breathtaking curves.

A sliver of the Ninth-Rank Deity's pressure inadvertently leaked out, causing the shadows of the core area to stagnate for several seconds.

Nether Crane stretched her slender neck, her knuckles cracking, and a glint of "there's some fun to be had" shone in her crimson-gold vertical pupils.

"Let's go. Let's see what mischief our Netherworld Empress is up to now."

In Jiaotai Palace, the doors to the inner bedchamber were tightly closed.

Shang Wan Ning had just finished dealing with the budget requests for the second half of the year and had nearly suffered a heart attack; she was currently sulking in front of the mirror.

The face in the mirror was beautiful, but the thought of being ranked lower than a battle-damaged elf rankled her.

"Outrageous." The Empress picked up a jade paperweight from her side to throw it, but then remembered it was a gift from the Secretary-General and resentfully put it down.

She loosened the collar of her black phoenix robe, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone. The nameless fire in her chest burned brighter and brighter, making everything she saw look unpleasant.

"Bang!"

The palace doors were burst open by brute force, and three figures rushed in with the wind.

Leading them was the cold and elegant mature beauty that Nether Crane had transformed into. Her crimson-gold vertical pupils swept over Shang Wan Ning, her brow furrowing slightly.

Ling Qi followed closely behind, her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses as sharp as a searchlight.

Meng Jiang brought up the rear, swinging the door shut to seal them off from the outside.

Shang Wan Ning was startled by this display and stepped back. Her phoenix eyes narrowed. "Are you all... trying to ravish me???"

As soon as she spoke, Nether Crane moved.

With a single step that shrank the distance to an inch, she flashed behind Shang Wan Ning like a ghost. Her slender fingers rested on the Empress's neck, pressing down with an irresistible force.

"Ugh~"

Caught off guard, Shang Wan Ning's body went limp, and she was slammed directly onto the wide phoenix couch by the massive force.

A human-shaped indentation appeared in the brocade quilt.

"Nether Crane, how dare you!" The Empress was both shocked and furious, struggling to sit up.

It was too late.

Ling Qi and Meng Jiang pounced from the left and right.

The Secretary-General's movements were fast and ruthless as she straddled Shang Wan Ning's waist and abdomen, pinning her down firmly.

She grabbed the front of the black phoenix robe with her middle finger and ripped it forcefully to both sides... "Rip—"

The high-quality Shark Silk tore at the sound, revealing the plain white inner garment and a patch of delicate skin beneath.

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Meng Jiang, meanwhile, grabbed Shang Wan Ning's flailing ankles and nimbly stripped off her phoenix-patterned brocade boots and silk socks.

Her translucent, jade-white feet were exposed to the slightly cool yin energy.

"Have you all revolted?" Shang Wan Ning trembled with anger, her cheeks flushed crimson.