Chapter 178 Shui Bing'er Serves Lu Ming!
"I have already contacted several law enforcers in the divine realm."
"I will open the passage between the two realms and let the gods of the divine realm descend to the mortal realm."
"With the power of the gods, we will sweep away the Jialing Pass!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's expressions changed drastically.
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly stood up, her voice cold and urgent:
"no!"
"Third Brother, you can't do this!"
"If the gods of the divine realm were to forcibly descend to the mortal realm, they would inevitably require a massive amount of energy to support them."
Where does this energy come from?
"They will devour the fortune and spiritual energy of the entire Douluo Continent!"
"Even if we win the war, the Douluo Continent will be depleted of spiritual energy and turn into a wasteland!"
"Hundreds of millions of lives will suffer as a result!"
Ning Rongrong was also so anxious that her face turned pale.
"Yes, Third Brother."
This is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!
"To destroy the foundation of an entire continent in order to win a war—the price is too high!"
"Didn't we establish the Tang Sect to fight against the Spirit Hall in order to protect the continent?"
"What's the point of our victory if we lose the mainland?"
Tang San remained unmoved in the face of the two women's questioning.
He simply looked at them indifferently, his eyes filled with a haughty indifference.
Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trivial matters.
"As long as the Spirit Hall is destroyed, the continent will never have peace."
"If Lu Ming doesn't die, we'll all die."
"It is worth paying a price to completely eradicate evil."
"Once we become gods, reshaping the continent is only a matter of time."
Yu Xiaogang also stepped forward at this moment and said in a deep voice:
"The mistress is right."
"Our primary task now is to defeat Lu Ming and overthrow the Spirit Hall."
"The rest can be put on hold."
"Rongrong, Zhuqing, you must consider the bigger picture."
"Don't let a little bit of womanly compassion ruin important matters."
Dai Mubai and Oscar both nodded in support.
"Exactly, as long as we can win, why worry about everything else?"
"What do we care about whether those civilians live or die?"
"We are destined to become gods."
Looking at these former companions, who now seem so unfamiliar and cold-blooded.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong felt a chill run through their bodies.
Jialing Pass, Central Army Hall.
The atmosphere inside the hall was both enchanting and oppressive, with a cloyingly sweet yet sour scent permeating the air.
Lu Ming leaned back lazily on the wide chair covered with animal hides, which looked exceptionally luxurious at the moment.
Unlike the other women who sat demurely to the side, Gu Yuena remained pressed tightly against Lu Ming.
Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, some strands even playfully slipping into Lu Ming's collar.
She stretched out a slender, pale finger and unconsciously drew circles on Lu Ming's chest. Her purple eyes were half-closed, like a cat dozing in its owner's arms after a good meal, exuding a lazy charm.
This scene was nothing short of mental torture for the women standing on either side below.
Bibi Dong stood on the left, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea, but the cup was trembling slightly.
She is the Pope.
The inheritor of the Rakshasa God, who was once high above and feared by countless men.
Now she has to watch other women act coquettishly in the arms of the man she admires, while she hasn't even been able to fully establish herself as the one who is jealous.
That sour and astringent feeling spread down her throat and into her stomach, making her feel as if the water she had just drunk had turned into aged vinegar.
Qian Renxue stood not far from Bibi Dong, arms crossed, her golden eyes fixed on the hand Gu Yuena had placed on Lu Ming's chest.
If looks could kill, Gu Yuena's hand would probably have been broken a thousand times over.
She gritted her teeth, feeling incredibly angry.
In terms of bloodline, I am of the angel race.
In terms of talent, I am at level 20 innately.
In terms of appearance, he could charm countless girls even in men's clothing, and he was even more stunning in women's clothing.
How come it seems so utterly uncompetitive in front of this silver dragon?
This dog food is so suffocating, it's almost choking me!
Just then, a blue figure broke the delicate stalemate.
Shui Bing'er, who had just obtained the "Ancient Ice Phoenix" martial soul evolution, underwent a tremendous change in her aura.
She was originally just aloof, but now she possesses a noble and majestic air that comes from the ancient wilderness.
Those icy blue eyes were even more profound, and every gesture they made exuded a chilling aura that lowered the temperature of the surrounding area.
But at this moment, she suppressed all her chill.
Shui Bing'er walked step by step down from the high platform with her long, slender legs.
She didn't look at Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, whose faces were contorted with jealousy; her gaze remained fixed intently on Lu Ming.
"Young master."
Shui Bing'er's voice was clear and melodious, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, yet it also carried a touch of tenderness she had never experienced before.
She bowed slightly, performing a perfectly standard bow, her figure graceful and her curves fully revealed.
Lu Ming slightly raised his eyes, looking at the transformed girl in front of him, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Adapting well."
"Although the power of the ancient ice phoenix is domineering, your willpower is strong, so controlling it is not a problem."
Receiving the praise, Shui Bing'er's smile deepened.
She suddenly took a few steps forward, and with the greatest courage of her life, walked directly to Lu Ming's other side.
Gu Yuena occupied the left side, so she moved to the right side.
Without the slightest hesitation, Shui Bing'er stretched out her hands and actually took the initiative to massage Lu Ming's shoulders.
The pressure was just right, and the fingertips felt slightly cool, which seeped through his clothes and onto Lu Ming's skin, creating an indescribably comfortable sensation.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue stared wide-eyed.
this...
That's so shameless!
That's Shui Bing'er!
The icy beauty from Tianshui College, who never showed any courtesy to men, was now massaging someone's shoulders like a personal maid.
Moreover, the adoration in his eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing.
Lu Ming was also somewhat surprised, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Bing'er".
"You don't need to do these things."
Shui Bing'er's hands didn't stop moving; instead, they became even gentler. She leaned forward slightly, and the cool fragrance, like orchids and musk, instantly entered Lu Ming's nostrils.
"Young Master gave Bing'er a new life."
"Without you, young master, Bing'er would be nothing more than a frog in a well."
"Now that I have received such a great fortune, Bing'er has no way to repay you. I can only serve you by your side and do my best."
Lu Ming shook his head helplessly, reached out and grabbed Shui Bing'er's wrist to stop her.
"I've said that before."
"Expelling you from the sect is not to abandon you."
"But your path no longer needs the constraints of the master-disciple relationship."
"You are now a first-level deity inheritor, of noble status, there is no need to be so humble."
The main hall was completely silent.
Everyone could tell that Lu Ming was once again drawing a line, even if it was well-intentioned, he was still creating distance.
(End of chapter)