Inside the magnificent hall, Wendy had once come here in the form of the wind and was not unaware of its extravagance. However, Wendy sat here, holding a glass of wine in her hand, with two guards behind her, seemingly for protection but actually for precaution.

Wendy sat to the right of the throne, while Ruixue sat on the throne, coldly watching the dancers' performance. Her white eyes were filled with indifference. Wendy neither drank nor ate anything, but simply watched the dancers' performance quietly, her eyes constantly glancing at Ruixue.

After the dance ended, all the dancers withdrew. Their movements were fast but orderly, perhaps because they had been trained, or perhaps because something terrible would happen if they were not in sync.

After the dancers had all left, Ruixue looked at Wendy with a beaming smile: "I wonder if Your Majesty is satisfied with their performance?" Although her eyes were full of laughter, there was still an icy chill in them. "And if I say I'm not satisfied?" Wendy retorted. Ruixue's smile vanished instantly, and her expression turned extremely gloomy: "Then, they will die without a burial place."

Wendy stared at Ruixue for a long time before saying perfunctorily, "It's alright, but not to the point of death."

Ruixue looked at Wendy, but Wendy said, "Your purpose is definitely not just this. What do you want from me? The Heart of God? I gave that to the Ice Queen long ago. My innocence? I've already given it to someone else. Or is it that..." Wendy's eyes were fixed on Ruixue, "You want to gain power from me."

Ruixue clapped her hands, and applause resounded in the large hall. Ruixue smiled and said, "As expected of the God, with your abilities, it's not difficult for you to know that what I said would come true. So," Ruixue said, leaning forward, "I just want to borrow a little power from the God."

Wendy frowned. After Ruixue finished speaking, he clearly felt something pulling his strength away, but he pulled it back one by one. He was not sure if Ruixue was using her full strength. If she was only using a part of it, then Wendy had to be more cautious.

Ruixue was somewhat surprised. This was already a third of his power. Although it wasn't much, an ordinary person would have obediently followed his commands long ago. Truly a god. Ruixue's face remained expressionless. Indeed, relying solely on the power of words to make law a reality was still insufficient to compare with a god.

While it's useful to make your words law, there are limitations. For example, you can't turn yourself into a god.

However, one can steal the power of others and convert it into one's own. But if the other party's power is greater than one's own, one can steal one-tenth of the difference in power, depending on how much greater.

In other words, if there are ten people more powerful than Ruixue in front of him, and Ruixue steals one-tenth from each of them, then after Ruixue has stolen everything, he can fight ten people at once without being at a disadvantage.

However, if the difference is too great, the opponent can not only resist, but also withdraw their power and counterattack Ruixue.

Wendy can take it back or retaliate, but since it's on someone else's territory, retaliating isn't necessary for now.

Ruixue knew her abilities were limited. Recently, a group of people had arrived in her territory. They didn't seem to be local residents. Upon inquiry, she learned they were outsiders. Ruixue had taken a liking to their abilities and quietly stole them, then used them. A few days ago, a boy with long golden braids came. Ruixue noticed the small white, floating thing next to the blond handsome man and wanted to study it carefully. However, she let the little thing escape, and then a being arrived in this world was detected by her.

A god who is like a bottomless pit.

How could he not be excited?

If we could steal the power of the gods, becoming a god would be just around the corner.

Wendy rested his chin on his hands, looking at Ruixue, who was completely absorbed in her own fantasy. Although Wendy also wanted to slip away, the two guards behind him wouldn't give him the chance.

A smiling tiger. Wendy silently thought of the mayor of the town of Nowhere she had met with Lu Ying; he was also a smiling tiger.

Ruixue snapped out of her reverie and saw Wendy placing her glass on the table, head bowed, seemingly lost in thought. "My Lord, is there something you're unhappy with about the drink?" Ruixue asked, puzzled. Wendy shook her head but didn't say a word.

A few people came in from outside the hall. Wendy looked over and saw a group of sickly-looking people walk into the hall. Without a doubt, these were the contestants from the Star of Sickness. Wendy turned her head away, not really wanting to see them.

He exuded an aura of decadence, clearly sickly and frail, long plagued by a virus, perhaps even terminally ill, on the verge of death, yet somehow still alive and well, emanating a rotten smell. It was truly unpleasant; unlike Xiao's refreshing and pleasant scent, subtle yet calming.

"Your Highness, the girls are ready." The contestants seemed quite respectful. One of them saw Wendy, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "So Your Highness has guests today. We won't disturb you any longer." With that, the group withdrew.

Once everyone had left, Wendy looked up at Ruixue, only to find her looking quite interested. "Girls...what are you going to do with the blood of young girls?" Wendy thought about what had happened in the village. Ruixue seemed very interested in the blood of young girls. Could it be to maintain her youthful appearance? Or to enhance her abilities? Or perhaps to make some strange gadgets?

Wendy never imagined that everything was so tightly restricted within the palace, including freedom.

Wherever Wendy goes, there are two guards following her, and if Wendy goes too far, she will be forcibly deported.

Although Wendy didn't want to cause trouble on someone else's turf, she got annoyed after a while.

Fine wine can't be drunk, fine food can't be eaten, and freedom is restricted—what kind of cage is this, trapping Wendy so tightly?

“If you don’t give me a certain amount of freedom, I will turn your ruler’s palace upside down.” Wendy stared at the two guards, her tone calm. The two guards seemed not to hear anything and even tried to forcibly send Wendy back. However, Wendy used a wind blade in each hand to cut the guards in half at the waist.

The expected bloodstains did not appear. Instead, the guard turned into a wisp of black mist. Wendy frowned. Now he should go and find where the girls were. His intuition told him that this time would not be good either.

Moreover, the breeze he released also told him that there was something extraordinary inside.

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