87: Chapter 87 The Ultimate Black Stocking Girl Group! The Empress's Observation!

Looking at the pile of "Specialties from the Myriad Worlds" that had cost over fifty million points to summon, Wang Yang quickly adjusted his mindset after experiencing a brief moment of heartache.

"Although I didn't pull a wife, these outfits… are prepared for my wives, after all."

"As the saying goes: A good horse deserves a good saddle, and a beautiful woman deserves… *ahem*."

He waved his hand and sent out a transmission.

A moment later, the six stunning beauties—Ye Qingcheng, Su Qingge, Xiao Yuhan, Liu Ruyan, Lin Xiaowan, and Bai Linger—gathered together.

When they saw the pile of clothing with very little fabric and strange designs on the table, as well as the high heels that looked like deadly weapons, all of them blushed furiously.

"Husband, what, what is this?"

Ye Qingcheng picked up the [Empress's Undergarment (Golden Silk Phoenix Pattern)]. Although she felt ashamed, she had to admit that the embroidery and craftsmanship were truly masterful, even faintly exuding an aura of imperial authority.

"This is called 'intimacy,' a treasure I hunted down from the Myriad Worlds for you all."

Wang Yang spouted nonsense with a straight face: "Wearing it can increase… um, increase the tacit understanding between husband and wife."

"Come, come, come, one set each, go change into them and let your husband take a look."

Under Wang Yang's persistent pestering, the women could only blush, take their respective "equipment," and head to the side hall.

A quarter of an hour later.

The moment the screen was pushed aside, Wang Yang felt his nasal cavity heat up, and two streams of hot blood uncontrollably sprayed out.

Too intense!

Ye Qingcheng wore the golden silk undergarment, draped in thin gauze, with red high heels on her feet. She was every bit the queen, and the contrast between that nobility and depravity was simply fatal.

Su Qingge had changed into a set of black lace; the cold and aloof Fairy of the Zither instantly transformed into a soul-snatching dark night succubus.

Xiao Yuhan's pair of top-tier long legs were tightly wrapped in the [Succubus's Black Silk Stockings], her S-shaped curves fully revealed under the tight clothing; the collapse of the abstinent-style older sister persona was maxed out.

Bai Linger wore white silk with animal ears; that pure yet seductive appearance made one only want to bully her severely.

As for Liu Ruyan and Lin Xiaowan…

Liu Ruyan wore a translucent emerald green gauze dress paired with white thigh-high stockings, a hint of seductiveness permeating her gentleness.

Lin Xiaowan was in a translucent purple undergarment, her uncontainable treasures bouncing with vitality.

"Revered Master… these shoes are so high, I can't even stand steadily…" Lin Xiaowan walked over unsteadily, only to be pulled into Wang Yang's arms.

"Can't stand steadily? Then there's no need to stand!"

Wang Yang felt the primordial power within him completely explode. He glanced at his somewhat overwhelmed physical state and immediately made a decisive choice: he grabbed Liu Ruyan with one hand and hoisted Lin Xiaowan up with the other.

"Tonight, Ruyan and Xiao Wan will attend their Revered Master's tutoring session!"

"The rest of you… keep this look and don't change! We'll continue tomorrow!"

Having said that, amidst a chorus of shy exclamations, Wang Yang rushed into the cultivation room with the two of them.

...

Meanwhile, outside the Hehuan Sect.

A great storm capable of shaking the entire Southern Wasteland Region was fermenting wildly.

Wang Yang's previous "looting operation" had been far too thorough and far too high-profile.

At this moment, in the cities and Sect strongholds that originally belonged to the Tianshui Holy Land's affiliated forces, everything was in a state of chaos.

Of course, this chaos wasn't corpses strewn everywhere, but rather being dirt poor.

All the treasure vaults had been emptied, the Spiritual Veins had been extracted, and even the golden lions at the entrance of the main halls had been swiped.

And in the places where those usually wicked Sect Masters and Elders had originally gone into seclusion, only pools of blood remained, along with messages written in blood on the walls:

[Tianshui is inhumane, treating all living things like straw dogs!]

[Today, the Hehuan Sect of Cangwu Mountain acts on behalf of Heaven!]

[If you do good deeds without leaving your name, isn't that the same as not doing them? — Left by Hehuan Sect Revered Master Wang Yang]

This move of "real-name killing" was simply boundless in its arrogance!

As for those ordinary Disciples whose crimes didn't warrant death, who had only been knocked unconscious by Wang Yang and stripped of all their valuables, they woke up to find themselves lying naked in the wilderness, scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"A Devil Head! A Devil Head has definitely descended!"

They fled overnight, flocking toward the north in groups, crying for their parents as they went to the Tianshui Holy Land to beg for help. With this, the matter could no longer be suppressed.

The Tianshui Holy Land had ruled the Southern Wasteland Region for over a thousand years; when had it ever suffered such a great humiliation? Their face had basically been pressed into the ground and rubbed by Wang Yang, who even spat on it twice!

...

Southern Wasteland Region, Fire Cloud Empire.

This was a Mortal kingdom located in the hinterlands of the Southern Wasteland. Although it was an Empire in name, it had actually always been under the shadow of the Tianshui Holy Land.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.

A stunningly beautiful woman wearing a crimson dragon robe and an imperial crown was looking at a secret report in her hand, but her hands were trembling slightly.

She was the Empress of the Fire Cloud Empire—Ji Wushuang (Golden Core Perfection).

Beside her stood a young girl wearing a pale pink palace dress, whose appearance was seventy percent similar to the Empress, but whose temperament was more lively and spirited. She was the Empire's Eldest Princess—Ji Linglong (Golden Core Middle Stage).

Today was supposed to be the day the Empire paid tribute to the Tianshui Holy Land.

Aside from vast amounts of Spirit Stones and resources, what pained Ji Wushuang the most were the one hundred carefully selected "young boys and girls."

"Sister… the time has come." Ji Linglong looked at her sister's trembling back and whispered a reminder: "The children have already gathered in the square, but the envoys from the Tianshui Holy Land haven't arrived yet."

In previous years at this time, those arrogant Holy Land envoys would have already arrived, sometimes even throwing a tantrum on the spot because they disliked the quality of the tribute.

But today, the sun was high in the sky, and not even a ghost could be seen.

Ji Wushuang turned around abruptly, tears in her eyes, but her voice carried a trace of irrepressible ecstasy:

"No need to wait!"

"They… cannot come!"

Ji Linglong was stunned: "Why?"

Ji Wushuang handed the report in her hand to her sister, her voice trembling:

"Just last night, Hehuan Sect Revered Master Wang Yang took action and intercepted and killed all the envoys and Elders the Tianshui Holy Land sent to various parts of the Southern Wasteland to collect tribute!"

"Including the Nascent Soul Stage Elder responsible for coming to our Empire to receive the tribute… he is dead too!"

"What?!"

Ji Linglong was shocked, but then she saw the smile on her sister's face—a smile from the heart that she had never seen in all these hundred years.

"Great… that's great…" Ji Wushuang wept with joy and collapsed onto the dragon throne:

"This batch of children… finally don't have to go to their deaths!"

"Pass down the order immediately! Let those children go home! Give them double the settlement fee! Tell their parents to take them and hide, and not to show themselves for the time being!"

Although Ji Linglong was also happy, she was still a bit puzzled:

"Sister, although it's a good thing we don't have to send them away, isn't it too serious to say they are 'sent to their deaths'?"

"Didn't the Holy Land say these children have excellent bone structure and are being taken to the Holy Land to Cultivate, with hopes of attaining immortality in the future?"

"Cultivate? Immortality?"

Ji Wushuang sneered, her eyes filled with hatred:

"Linglong, you are too naive."

"In these ten years, how many children have we sent? A full ten thousand!"

"But have you ever seen even one child come back to visit their family? Have you ever seen even one child make a name for themselves in the Holy Land?"

Ji Linglong fell silent.

Indeed, those children were like stones sinking into the ocean, with no news ever returning.

Ji Wushuang lowered her voice, her tone chilling:

"The truth that the death soldiers I sent managed to find by risking their lives is…"

"These children never entered the Holy Land to Cultivate at all!"

"They… were all sold by that old beast from the Tianshui Holy Land to the Yao Race of the Hundred Thousand Mountains! They became blood food in the mouths of those great Yao! Or were even refined into Medicinal Pill!"

"The Tianshui Holy Land is ostensibly the leader of the Southern Wasteland's Righteous Path. But Holy Lord Tianshui is just a demon wearing human skin!"

Hearing this truth, Ji Linglong turned pale with fright, covered her mouth, and took two steps back in disbelief.

"Then… then what do we do?"

Ji Linglong said urgently:

"Sister, since that Hehuan Sect is so powerful, daring to even kill people from the Holy Land, should we send someone to make contact?"

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend; perhaps we can seek his protection?"

Ji Wushuang took a deep breath, the fanaticism in her eyes gradually cooling, replaced by the rationality of an Empress.

She shook her head:

"No, not yet."

"Why?"

"Because this Wang Yang… is too arrogant."

Ji Wushuang pointed to the phrase "If you do good deeds without leaving your name" on the report and said in a deep voice:

"He is provoking the Tianshui Holy Land so high-profilely, even leaving messages on walls to humiliate them."

"This is undoubtedly tearing off the Tianshui Holy Land's face and stepping on it."

"The Tianshui Holy Land has ruled the Southern Wasteland for a thousand years; its foundation is unfathomable, and it even has Soul Transformation Stage experts guarding it. They will absolutely not let this go."

"Next, there will inevitably be thunderous retaliation!"

Ji Wushuang stood up, walked to the window, and gazed into the distance toward the direction of Cangwu Mountain in the south:

"If we make contact rashly now, and Wang Yang loses, our Fire Cloud Empire will inevitably suffer a purge by the Holy Land and be doomed forever."

"Therefore, we must wait."

"Wait for what?" Ji Linglong asked.

"Wait for the outcome of this battle."

A bright light flickered in Ji Wushuang's eyes:

"We need to see if this Wang Yang is just a reckless man acting on impulse, or if he truly has the strength to overturn the sky of this Southern Wasteland!"

"If he can withstand the Holy Land's first wave of counterattacks."

"Then at that time, even if I have to bet the entire national fortune of the Empire, I will honor him as my superior!"