After walking out of the Lingxiao Palace and flying to the South Heavenly Gate, Little Martial Saint and Phoenix bid farewell to the others and returned to the villa area that Xia Kingdom had prepared for the national team players.

It's a quiet place with complete living facilities. Even if they become immortals, they can endure the dust of the mortal world and live here with their families.

Many people have gathered here, waiting for their triumphant return.

These people were led by Guo Fu, one of the five group leaders of the development team.

"Teacher Guo." Phoenix and Little Martial Saint, now at the Heavenly Rank, still held this former director of the Special Operations Bureau in high esteem.

Guo Fu looked at the two of them with relief: "It's good that you're back."

"Little Martial Saint, if you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!" his former teammates jeered.

"No problem!" the young martial saint declared confidently. "After I conquer a few worlds, I will rule the world with you all!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Guo Fu's face darkened.

"Everyone disperse, I have something to say to them," he said.

The group made plans to drink with the Little Martial Saint and go shopping with Phoenix.

After everyone left, Guo Fu said to the Little Martial Saint, "Do you even have a brain?!"

"What's wrong?" Little Martial Saint asked, puzzled, then suddenly realized and laughed, "Old Guo, don't be nervous. His Majesty has already given permission. We Heavenly Rank working dogs can expand outwards and occupy a few worlds ourselves."

Guo Fu said coldly, "Who are these people? Are they truly befriending you? You dare to talk about 'jointly governing the world' in front of them? Whose world is this?"

"...Isn't that being too sensitive? His Majesty isn't that kind of person."

“Your Majesty may not be, but Aferona certainly is,” Guo Fu said.

"Since His Majesty isn't, so what if Aferona is? I'm not afraid of her accusing me." The little martial saint became increasingly unconcerned.

"You still don't understand," Guo Fu sighed.

Unlike the Little Martial Saint, Phoenix wouldn't say things like "rule the world together," but she was also puzzled by Guo Fu's reaction.

Guo Fu patiently explained and also taught: "Have you forgotten what Yaochi, who is by His Majesty's side, is like? What is her background?"

The young martial saint was stunned for a moment, then showed a surprised expression, and finally became fearful.

A terrifying suffocation gripped him, and blood rushed to his head.

Phoenix's expression gradually became serious.

Guo Fu continued, "His Majesty may not care, but if Yaochi finds out about this, she will surely make an example of you. Given her personality, she's probably just waiting for you celestial beings to make a mistake!"

"What should we do?" The little martial saint was really panicked.

He didn't believe that by pledging his loyalty on the heavenly road, he could obtain an eternal pardon from death. There were plenty of loyal ministers who were killed in ancient times.

Yaochi comes from the Zhao family. For someone like him, killing a loyal minister like him might be more effective—if even a loyal minister is punished for speaking out of turn, how would anyone else dare to say anything?

"Should I go to the Zhao family?" he asked tentatively.

Guo Fu shook his head: "Go find Aferona. Didn't you want to conquer several worlds? Go ask her which worlds are good to conquer, how many are appropriate, and report to her."

"Wouldn't this make me seem too sycophantic?" The Little Martial Saint hesitated again.

"It's not being a lackey; it's something you're supposed to do anyway."

"He's just missing a screw in his head," Phoenix chimed in, adding insult to injury.

The young martial arts master was a little depressed.

I never imagined that a casual joke I made with a friend would make me so cautious.

Guo Fu saw through his thoughts and comforted him with a smile: "Everyone wants to rise to the top, but rising to the top is not always a sunny day; it is more often a stormy one. Go find Aferona tomorrow, Phoenix, you go too."

The two nodded.

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"cheap!"

Indra threw down his wine cup, cursing angrily.

A large group of people knelt down outside as a result.

"The Little Martial Saint and Phoenix were being a bit too obsequious in this matter, but... since they went, do you dare not go?" the goddess Venus asked with a smile.

Indra looked up at her: "Who dares not to go?"

Venus toyed with the cup, which contained three parts lightning and seven parts joy. The wine in the cup was numbing and delightful to drink. Although it had no fighting ability, it was a treasure for amusement.

She said, "The company's articles of association stipulate that both humans and immortals can set up their own branches. Now that we have become celestial beings, we have to stick tails on and act like dogs—I just don't know what divine will he ultimately merged with."

“We can’t force it,” Indra said in a deep voice, “otherwise why would we have taken it from us?”

"What a pity." Venus drank the wine in one gulp.

Unfortunately, they were corrupted by the black fog and were powerless to resist.

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Yokohama, Japan.

Shalit was waiting in line for security, ten meters away from the person in front of him... that person, that mass of matter, was spinning incessantly, releasing a turbulent energy.

He turned around and looked into the distance.

A massive portal stood on the horizon, and blood-stained warships, escorted by mechs and players, returned laden with supplies from another world.

He turned up his collar and felt a little cold.

"Lord Tsukuyomi always likes to cool down the Japanese islands before she appears; you'll get used to it soon," the person behind him laughed.

She was a woman dressed in priest's robes, followed by several companions of varying heights, builds, and builds, who looked like an adventure group.

Adventurers in a magical world?

Or is he the chosen one?

Shalit nodded kindly, but said nothing.

The unidentified substance ahead was taken away during security screening. According to procedure, it must be observed for at least seven days before it can be released.

"Next."

It was Shalit's turn.

The person in charge of security was also dressed as a priest, and he took a picture of him with a mobile phone.

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