515: Spiritual comfort, source of motivation

Silence.

Fifteen seconds of long silence.

Olexia stared at the screen, a mental struggle raging within her emerald eyes.

On one side was the modern life of the Mercury Plane she couldn't return to, and on the other was the roasted meat and black bread of this wretched continent.

In the end, the divinity of the Goddess of Desire completely collapsed in the face of hot pot base and milk tea pearls.

"D-Deal," she said, gritting her teeth.

"But I want double. Ten flavors of hot pot base, five catties of every kind of milk tea topping, four boxes of pastries, and forty jars of wine."

Shang Wan Ning was speechless. "Can you finish all that?"

"I can't! This Old Lady will just look at them!!!"

"This is spiritual comfort, the source of motivation that supports This Seat to continue facing those Sea Tribes."

She quickly counted on her fingers. "Also, the Snail Rice Noodles must be the extra-stinky and extra-spicy version. Send a few more boxes of self-heating mini hot pots. The snack gift packs cannot be missing, and it would be best to have some fresh spirit fruits."

"The fruit on this wretched continent is so sour it sets my teeth on edge!"

Shang Wan Ning held her forehead: (ㅅ˘ㅂ˘)

"Fine, I promise you. But you have to give me a definitive word: how long will it take to handle the Naga Clan?"

Olexia tilted her head in thought, her blonde hair sliding to one side, revealing the elegant lines of her neck.

"I have an idea for dealing with that old fogey. Doesn't he want to hear the 'Sea God's Echo'? On the next full moon night, This Seat will use divine arts to simulate a sound of the tide that says 'The Sea God says you should sign the contract,' and then let a few young Nagas happen to come across it."

A cunning smile curled at the corners of her lips, finally showing a bit of the Goddess of Desire's flair. "The young Nagas have been itching to sign for a long time; they're only held back by the old stubborn's prestige."

"With the blessing of a 'Divine Oracle,' plus the technology transfer of the 'Deep Sea Special Spicy Hot Pot Seasoning Pack' promised by This Seat..."

Olexia made a quick calculation. "Twenty days. No, fifteen days. Within fifteen days, This Seat will definitely have the Naga Clan lining up to sign."

"Fifteen days?"

Shang Wan Ning said, "That's too rushed."

"Your Majesty!"

Olexia cried out, only realizing she had lost her composure after the words left her mouth. She hurriedly cleared her throat, feigning elegance.

"You must know, the temptation of gourmet food... no, the calling of the God of the Abyss is infinite. This Seat... This Seat will definitely go all out."

Shang Wan Ning looked at her "I will fight for hot pot" posture, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"Deal."

"I will arrange the transmission now. But remember, fifteen days. For every day late, the subsequent supplies will be halved."

Olexia's eyes widened. "Your Majesty, these are predatory terms!"

"Your Excellency can choose not to accept."

Shang Wan Ning made a move to close the communication.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Olexia waved her hands hurriedly, the sleeves of her nightgown flailing about. "Fifteen days it is! This Seat will give it my all."

Shang Wan Ning shook her head and raised her hand to tap the void.

The System Mall interface expanded. She quickly searched, placed orders, and paid... "Xiao Si, open the Cross-Plane Directional Transmission Channel. Lock the coordinates to Olexia's current location," she looked up and commanded.

"Right away, Host," Xiao Si answered crisply.

Inside the warm pavilion, a warm golden light gate slowly spread open.

On the other side of the light gate was the scene of Olexia's luxurious bedroom.

Olexia jumped up from the bed and lunged toward the light gate barefoot. Her eyes were wide, and she didn't even care that her nightgown's belt had come loose.

One by one, tightly packed boxes floated out of the light gate and were neatly stacked on the expensive deep-sea velvet carpet.

The first box had a conspicuous label: [Sichuan-Chongqing Old Stove · Ten-Flavor Hot Pot Base Premium Pack].

The second box: [Milk Tea Life-Saver · Deluxe Toppings Full Set].

The third box: [Noodle-Slurping Joy · Extra-Stinky Extra-Spicy Special Supply].

The fourth box: [Snack Cravings · Underworld Viral Hits Collection].

The fifth box: [Underworld Market Tangxin Pavilion · Double Limited Pastries].

The sixth box: [Fine Wine Zone · Includes Her Majesty's Private Collection].

The seventh box: [Extra Gift · God-Level Comfort Pack].

Opening it, inside were several sets of brand-new silk nightgowns (embroidered with exquisite hidden patterns) and a "Nether Pearl Deep Maintenance Set" specially made by the Underworld Research Institute.

There was also the latest model of a "Plane Offline Entertainment Terminal." The screen was lit, showing the latest ranking list for "Idol 101."

Olexia looked at the mountain of supplies, her mouth forming an 'O' shape, closing and opening, opening and closing.

She squatted down, her fingers trembling as she opened the milk tea toppings box. She pinched a bag of brown sugar pearls and took a deep, intoxicating sniff at her nose.

The burnt aroma of brown sugar wrapped around the sweet moisture of the pearls, drilling straight into her nose.

Olexia closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling. It was a long while before she looked up, and a layer of mist actually appeared in her emerald eyes.

[Wuwu, this is the life a god should live.]

[Damned Sea Tribe, listen to This Seat's teachings!]

With a "click," the Goddess of Desire closed the video communication, prepared to enjoy this sumptuous meal of happiness without distraction. As for that person named Shang and the main quest, she would set them aside for today.

Shang Wan Ning stared blankly at the blacked-out light screen.

She touched her brow with a bit of a guilty conscience.

Should she also send a big gift to Tudor and You Yu? As outstanding employee representatives of the Underworld, working to expand the Nether realm's territory, she should occasionally pay attention to their spiritual needs.

As soon as this thought popped up, Shang Wan Ning's fingers were already flying across the void light screen. Tudor preferred strong, nourishing things; You Yu had a cold personality and had always loved elegant, refreshing items.

She raised her hand to select items, her hand speed crisp and decisive: she prepared ten jars of century-old "Dream Nether Strong Brew" for Tudor, supplemented by three boxes of "Body Tempering Paste." Rumor had it that this paste was refined from high-level blood marrow and could quickly repair the divine soul.

For You Yu, she chose a "Jade Ink Slab." The ink slab had a built-in calming effect. She paired it with five cans of "Cloud Mist Tea" and added Rose Bean Paste Cakes from Tangxin Pavilion, which perfectly suited his cold personality.

"Xiao Si, directional transmission. Label it 'Empress's Welfare Mega-Supply'."

"Received~"

Two pale golden light gates expanded on both sides of the pavilion. The gift packs turned into streams of light and shot into them, vanishing in an instant.

Shang Wan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and sat cross-legged in the center of the soft couch, forming a Heart-Calming Seal with one hand.

Her consciousness sank into her dantian, and she began to organize the spiritual energy within her body.

Her cultivation at the peak of the Eighth Rank had long since stabilized. With all the trivial matters tying her down lately, she hadn't meditated so intently in a long time.

Divine power circulated through her meridians. When it encountered sluggish nodes, it was like warm jade rolling over them, clearing them all. Her originally somewhat impetuous heart gradually became as deep and still as an abyss.

Inside the pavilion, the residual incense intertwined with the divine power, morphing into a visible pale golden vortex that slowly rotated around her body.

Time flowed quietly during her meditation. One day, five days, seven days... The vortex became increasingly dense, and the pressure of a breakthrough to the Ninth Rank faintly leaked out, but it was forcibly suppressed by Shang Wan Ning with the son of heaven sword.

Now the main quest was only one step away. It would be better to break through to the Ninth Rank after obtaining the Yama King Card and Reincarnation Fragments to ensure a solid foundation without hidden dangers.

On the morning of the fifteenth day, before the "morning sun" of the Underworld had risen, Xiao Si's urgent electronic voice suddenly rang in her ear: "Host, the main quest progress has moved! 99.1%!"