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..."Could it be..."
Before he could say the name, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.
"Buzz—!!!"
The originally silent night sky was instantly illuminated by a dazzling nine-colored light.
That light was holy and gorgeous, carrying a unique support system divine force fluctuation, like a rainbow bridge, it pierced directly through the planar barrier, descending from the distant God Realm to the Spirit Star.
"She's here!" Xiao Wu cried out gleefully.
Immediately after, a beautiful figure wearing a gorgeous palace dress with a flying skirt pounced down along that nine-colored pillar of light like a fairy descending to earth.
"Xuan Ming—!!!"
Accompanied by a delicate cry that carried a sob yet was full of surprise, that figure had no intention of slowing down, crashing directly into Xuan Ming's arms like a small cannonball.
"Bang!"
Xuan Ming let out a muffled groan from the impact and subconsciously opened his arms to catch the newcomer.
What entered his arms was a soft and warm body like jade, carrying a faint fragrance. That familiar touch, that familiar willfulness and daintiness... "Rongrong?"
Xuan Ming looked at the girl in his arms, who was crying like a pear blossom in the rain and rubbing snot and tears all over his chest, his face full of shock and helplessness.
"How is it you?"
Ning Rongrong raised her head, her originally agile big eyes now red from crying. While sobbing, she waved her small fists indignantly and hammered Xuan Ming's chest.
"Wuwuwu... why can't it be me?!"
"I'm second place! Second place in the drawing of lots!"
"Do you know how I've spent my days in the God Realm? I watched Xiao Wu go down to have a romantic and happy time with you while I stayed up there counting the seconds! I was almost driven crazy with anxiety!"
"You heartless man! Do you not want to see me? Do you only want to be with that Rogue Rabbit Xiao Wu?!"
Looking at the Nine Colored Goddess in his arms, who started throwing a tantrum and acting without any image the moment they met, Xuan Ming only felt a massive headache.
He subconsciously glanced at Xiao Wu nearby.
Xiao Wu had already leisurely finished dressing herself and was sitting to the side watching the show, her face written all over with an "I knew it would be like this" expression.
"There, the handover is complete."
Xiao Wu clapped her hands and made a face at Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong, I've handed him over to you completely intact. However... a friendly reminder: he's currently in 'sage time,' so if you want to make any progress, it'll probably take some effort."
"You!"
Ning Rongrong's face turned red with anger. "Xiao Wu, you shameless thing! You used him up and left him for me?!"
"Lue lue lue, who told you your luck wasn't as good as mine?"
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, then her figure flashed, turning into a stream of light that shot into the sky, leaving behind only a string of silver-bell-like laughter.
"I'm going back to catch up on sleep! I wish you two... a pleasant 'that'!"
Watching Xiao Wu disappear into the horizon, Ning Rongrong stamped her feet in anger, but then turned back, looking at Xuan Ming with tearful eyes, her face full of grievance and expectation.
"Xuan Ming..."
She sniffled and buried her face in Xuan Ming's chest, her voice as soft as a pool of water.
"I don't care... anyway, the next year is mine."
"You have to... make up for what you owe me double!"
Xuan Ming looked at this pampered girl, then thought of Xiao Wu's "warning" before leaving, and felt a phantom pain in his waist.
Go easy?
With this young lady's posture, I'm afraid she won't be able to go easy even if she wanted to, right?
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll make it up to you, all of it."
Xuan Ming sighed helplessly, picked up Ning Rongrong, and walked toward the depths of the distant ice field.
"But... can we find a warmer place first? In this world of ice and snow, aren't you cold?"
"I'm not cold! As long as you're here, I'm not cold!"
...Time flowed on, and years passed like a shuttle.
For a Mortal, ten years is a long journey, enough to turn a youth's hair white and make a beauty grow old. But for Xuan Ming, these ten years were just a snap of the fingers, like ten days in the God Realm.
But this "snap of the fingers" was lived in a way that could be described as... unforgettable.
At the peak of the sea of clouds, atop a floating immortal island.
Xuan Ming stood at the edge of the cliff, watching a gentle emerald-green figure turn into a stream of light, penetrate the planar barrier, and disappear into the horizon.
That was Bi Ji.
"Gentle? Quiet?"
Xuan Ming rubbed his somewhat sore lower back. "In this world, truly, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and beasts... even less so."
Who would have thought that Bi Ji, who usually spoke in a soft voice and would feel sorry for half a day even if she stepped on an ant, would turn out to be a complete 'gap moe' when it came to such things.
During this year, she was like a piece of jade that seemed gentle but was actually scalding hot; once you touched it, you simply couldn't shake it off. And most fatally, she belonged to a healing system, and what she was best at was the recovery and nurturing of Life force.
This led to a terrifying cycle:
Tired? It's fine, Bi Ji throws a Life Healing over, and you're instantly as lively as a dragon or tiger.
Overextended? No problem, one shine of the Emerald Light, and your essence, energy, and spirit are immediately fully restored.
Thus, during this year, Xuan Ming spent his time in a state of "wanting to faint but being unable to" and "forced infinite endurance."
That kind of "simply cannot stop" madness almost gave him a psychological shadow.
"These women... every single one of them wants to swallow me alive."
Xuan Ming let out a long sigh, turned to sit on a bluestone at the edge of the cliff, casually summoned a pot of Immortal Brew, and took a huge gulp, trying to calm his nerves.
Over these ten years, he had completely learned what "explosion after suppression" meant.
From Xiao Wu's tirelessness to Ning Rongrong's willful demands, to Zhu Zhuqing's quiet but wild way of doing big things, and Shui Binger's extreme experience of ice and fire... every one of them was like a wolf that had been hungry for tens of thousands of years, their eyes glowing green.
They wished they could split each year into two to use; during the day they accompanied him in playing and eating, and at night... they wouldn't even leave him time to catch his breath.
"Buzz—!!!"
Above the firmament, the sea of clouds surged.
The originally pure white clouds were instantly dyed a dazzling gold, and an aura so holy, vast, and majestic that it made one want to prostrate in worship descended without warning.
There was no nine-colored brilliance, no emerald vitality, only the purest and most overbearing light.
Golden light broke through the clouds and mist, and six giant golden wings slowly unfurled in the air, each feather seemingly condensed from the essence of the sun.
At the center of that light, a beautiful figure wearing a golden palace dress and an Angel Crown, like a queen judging the world, slowly descended.
Qian Renxue.
She was finally here.
However, the expression of this Lady Angel God didn't seem particularly beautiful.
She retracted her wings and landed lightly in front of Xuan Ming, her golden eyes carrying a hint of resentment, a bit of annoyance, and a trace of irrepressible urgency.
"Yo, Your Majesty God King, still alive?"
Qian Renxue crossed her arms and looked down at Xuan Ming sitting on the stone, her tone carrying a sour tang. "Looking at your face, why is it a bit pale?"
Xuan Ming: "..."
He subconsciously touched his face. Pale? That was because Bi Ji over-supplemented him, okay!
"How is it you?"
Xuan Ming was a bit surprised. "I remember your luck... didn't seem to be this good? It's only the tenth year, and it's already your turn?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue's face turned even darker.
"You still dare to mention luck?!"
She gritted her teeth and glared at Xuan Ming. "As the dignified God of Angels, my luck was actually bad to this extent!"
"I watched from above as one after another who were ranked behind me came down, even that latecomer Spirit Beast Bi Ji got ahead of me! Do you think it was easy for me?!"
Looking at her aggrieved yet stubbornly tsundere appearance, Xuan Ming suddenly had a bad premonition; he remembered it was just like this when Ning Rongrong first came down.
And then, she went crazy and never stopped.
"Before we start, let me ask you something." Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly.
"That woman Bi Ji... although she looks honest, I heard she belongs to the healing system. People of the healing system are generally quite good at wearing others down."
Qian Renxue leaned in closer, her golden hair falling onto Xuan Ming's shoulder, carrying a pleasant scent of sunlight.
"Xuan Ming, level with me."
"Could it be... you've been used up again?"
"..." Xuan Ming.
Why use the term "used up"? Don't you guys feel that word is very impolite?