The person is perfect, but the system is stuck in a fantastical sewer.

The moonlight was like a ribbon, and the campfires crackled among the stones, reflecting the different expressions on everyone's faces.

Yu Zimo emerged from the woods, though she had deliberately straightened her clothes.

But the lingering allure in her clear, bright eyes, and the unconscious charm that emanated from her brows and eyes...

It's like the richest aroma of wine in the dead of night—it can't be hidden.

She obediently walked half a step behind Wang Teng, her head bowed and eyes lowered, even her breathing carried an unprecedented submissiveness and trembling.

Huo Ling'er sat on a blue stone, holding a bright red spirit fruit in her hand, which she was now almost squeezing into a puddle of pulp.

Although she was still a naive princess of the Fire Kingdom, she had been in the royal family for many years. How could she not see what Yu Ziming's still flushed cheeks meant?

"Brother Wang!"

Huo Ling'er suddenly stood up, her voice clear yet tinged with undisguised sorrow.

She strode over to Wang Teng, as if asserting her dominance.

Without saying a word, she took Wang Teng's other arm.

"The dew is heavy and the air is damp in this wood; look, your clothes are all wet."

As Huo Ling'er spoke, she activated the source of the Li Fire within her body.

A gentle, warm heat flowed from her palm into Wang Teng's clothes; the warmth was more than just drying his clothes.

It was more like a silent contest with the lingering warmth left by Yu Ziming.

Seeing this, Yu Ziming's lips curled into a faint smile, showing no impatience or anxiety.

Instead, she gently stepped forward, extending her slender, delicate hand to gently tidy up Wang Teng's slightly disheveled hair at the back.

"Sister Huo'er, you've worked hard. Controlling the fire is a lot of work. As for taking care of the master's daily needs, let Zi Mo do it."

Yu Zimo's voice was even softer and sweeter than when she was begging for mercy in the woods earlier.

She deliberately emphasized the word "take care of," her gaze lingering on Wang Teng's broad back.

She leaned forward slightly, her damp purple dress clinging even tighter to her curves, almost whispering in Wang Teng's ear:

"Master must be exhausted. I've learned a few massage techniques. Why don't you sit down and let me loosen your muscles?"

"you!"

Huo Ling'er gritted her teeth in anger; this woman was utterly shameless!

Not to be outdone, she pulled Wang Teng back to sit by the campfire, then snuggled into his arms.

She tilted her bright and beautiful face up, her large, bright eyes welling up with tears, and said in a pitiful voice:

"Brother Wang, you've changed."

You used to love eating the fruit Ling'er picked, but now all you see is that fox...

Ling'er's father said that men are most easily deceived by women who are two-faced; you mustn't fall for her tricks.

As she spoke, she deliberately rested her head on Wang Teng's shoulder, gently inhaling the comforting masculine scent.

A pair of hands drew circles on Wang Teng's chest, and she said coquettishly, "After we leave Hundred Broken Mountains, will you come back to the Fire Kingdom with me?"

Ling'er will personally cook the most delicious food for you; I don't want anyone else's ulterior motives.

Wang Teng was surrounded by two women, with two completely different fragrances lingering around his nose:

Huo Ling'er is a passionate and fiery young girl, while Yu Zimo is a deep and subtle orchid fragrance.

Seeing these two stunningly beautiful geniuses, renowned throughout the desolate region, now acting like ordinary women, vying for her affections.

Wang Teng's sense of satisfaction as the "Supreme God King" swelled to an immense degree.

"Well, since everyone's here, let's not show favoritism."

Wang Teng swept his arm around Yu Ziming and pulled her into his embrace as well.

With his left hand caressing Huo Ling'er's slender, rounded waist, his right hand hooked around Yu Zimo's smooth, silky shoulder.

Yu Zimo let out a soft gasp and collapsed into Wang Teng's arms.

She picked up the half-bowl of meat soup that Shi Hao had just cooked, parted her red lips slightly, gently blew on it to cool it, and then carefully brought it to Wang Teng's lips:

"Master, this is what Little One just cooked. Zi Mo specially reserved a few extra pieces of Golden Roc Tendon. Please have a taste."

Seeing this, Huo Ling'er was not about to give in. She snatched the spoon away and glared at Yu Ziming.

"I'll do it! I'm the princess of the Fire Kingdom; I'm far more professional at serving people than she is!"

The two then began a "feeding battle" in Wang Teng's arms.

For a moment, the small campfire was filled with the fragrance of incense and the sound of soft panting.

One moment it's Huo Ling'er's sweet voice saying, "Brother Wang, drink this," and the next it's Yu Zimo's sickeningly sweet voice saying, "Master, try this piece from Zimo."

Shi Hao squatted opposite him, holding a leftover bone in his hand, completely dumbfounded.

"Hey God Stone, do you think my older brother has practiced some kind of 'cloning technique'?"

"How come he can keep up with two girls all by himself? I haven't even had enough barbecue yet!"

Shi Hao muttered to himself, wiping the grease from his mouth.

The God-Slaying Stone, perched in the crack of the rock, chuckled wickedly: "What does a little brat know? This is called 'Yin-Yang Harmony'."

Your elder brother's 'God King Array Pattern' is too strong, so he needs this 'Yin Yuan' to suppress his fiery temper.

"Tsk tsk, judging by this, I think we'll have to go into that grove a few more times tonight."

Shi Yi lay in the corner.

Looking at his cousin Yu Ziming, who used to be respectful and aloof, now acting like a maidservant, vying for favor and acting coquettishly in another man's arms.

She even went so far as to deliberately rub her palm against Wang Teng's to curry favor, all in an attempt to impress him.

He closed his eyes immediately, his last shred of pride shattering into pieces...

The moonlight grew deeper, and the battle between Huo Ling'er and Yu Zimo intensified.

"Sigh, being a master is really tough. I was tormented by two fat women in the middle of the night."

Shi Hao watched as Wang Teng carried two young ladies, one in each hand, into the newly erected, ornate tent.

He scratched his head and continued his struggle with the bones in the pot.

Just then.

"call out--!"

A streak of purple light, as fast as a comet streaking across the sky.

It flew past everyone's heads, carrying an extremely sharp sword aura and a noble pressure.

The speed was so great that it even left a long spatial rift in the sky above the stone forest.

The sudden gust of wind sent Shi Hao, who had just finished eating and drinking and was about to take a nap, tumbling over.

"Hey! Who is it? In a hurry to be reborn?"

Shi Hao scrambled to his feet, brushed the dirt off his bottom, and still had half a chewed tendon stuffed in his mouth.

However, before he could finish cursing, a wave so hot it could almost vaporize rocks swept over him.

"Hey——!"

A sharp bird cry shattered several massive stone pillars in the vicinity.

Following closely behind the purple figure was a gigantic, ferocious bird with a sky-blue body and only one leg—the ancient remnant species, the Bifang!

This Bifang's wingspan is tens of meters long, and each feather looks as if it were cast from flowing magma.

It breathes out primordial fire powerful enough to incinerate all things.

Its golden eyes were filled with violence and greed.

It locked onto the purple streak ahead, and with each flap of its wings, it left a patch of scorched earth on the ground.