The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

After she finished, the ancient ant on the hairpin suddenly moved.

It was surprised by Feng Zhi's combat strength, but even more so by that inexplicable tremor.

It looked at Qingqiu Lian's still unsatisfied expression and then followed her gaze to Feng Zhi.

He blinked, and suddenly understood something.

On that ant-like face, an expression of utter disgust, so intense it was almost human, was revealed.

"You slut, what the hell are you doing?!"

It couldn't help but speak, its voice sounding like a human child: "If you're going to be horny, go back to your Qingqiu, okay? Don't drag me along with you!"

Qingqiu Lian's beautiful, tear-filled eyes were still fixed on Feng Zhi, but her tone carried a hint of displeasure at having her interest interrupted:

"What business is it of yours what I'm doing! Who gave you the right to look down on me? If you're ashamed, then get off!"

The ancient ant was speechless and turned its head away. This shameless fox has no shame, but it still has a sense of shame!

It spoke slowly, reminding and advising, "You must understand, this is a human! Not those lustful creatures of the true dragon race."

"Although the human bloodline is not strong, in their eyes, the bloodline is the continuation of their ancestors and cannot tolerate any impurities!"

"Don't be fooled by their polite interactions with other races; when it comes to intermarriage, they're more stubborn than anyone else!"

Even within the human race, the importance of social status in marriage is highly valued, let alone outsiders! They believe that marrying someone from another race is a defilement of their bloodline!

"Especially the Feng family! Their lineage has been passed down to the Human Emperor, representing the face of the human race. From ancient times to the present, they have never had a precedent of intermarrying with other races!"

"And those who dared to cross this forbidden zone, whether mortals or cultivators, were all eliminated!"

"You are a nine-tailed fox, naturally alluring. In human tradition, you are a born femme fatale, an unfaithful woman. I advise you to give up on that idea!"

"So what?" Qingqiu Lian said dismissively, extending her slender, beautiful finger to point at Feng Zhi from a distance.

"Besides...the things that are hardest to obtain are the most alluring, aren't they?"

The ancient ant rolled its eyes and didn't waste any more words.

Based on its understanding of Qingqiu Lian, it knew that she would not change her mind once she made a decision.

Those present were all highly skilled, so they naturally noticed her movements.

"That vixen! She's got a death wish!"

Many who lacked firm resolve fell victim to her. They silently circulated their magical power to suppress the rising heat, and dared not look at her again, lest they reveal their embarrassing state.

"Oh dear, sister, you've gained another rival..." Chi Qinghan smiled, a rare hint of mischief in her expression, through her veil.

As she spoke, she glanced at Kong Shuyu almost imperceptibly.

"This successor of the Book Pavilion is already a little tagalong, and now he has this vixen too. I'm really worried for you, little sister."

Jiang Xi ignored her witty remarks.

As two of the few female cultivators of the same generation among the human race, it was natural for them to easily come together.

But after getting to know her better, she discovered that this fairy from Yaochi, who appeared aloof and cold to outsiders, was completely different in private.

Not only is he unconventional in personality, but he is also cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

This is still considered restrained; if the intensity were increased further, the resulting outburst could make someone blush instantly, too ashamed to face anyone.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Chi Qinghan felt bored and stopped teasing her, turning her attention back to the room.

The layout here has quietly taken shape.

Because of the arrogance of the Chaos Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit Clan sent only one person to the scene. Now that his avatar has been destroyed, he is out of the game.

The remaining races—humans, demons, gods, and mythical beings—each occupied their own territory.

People began to quietly descend from the sky or from some unknown corner, and those who had previously retreated to observe from afar also returned.

This gathering of exceptional talents is a spectacle, all eager to see who will emerge victorious, as this may determine the future trajectory of Ziwei Star.

The fat man, quick-witted and agile, saw that the time was right and quickly took out the odds list he had prepared beforehand and set it up in the center of the city.

"The market is open! The market is open!"

His chubby face beamed with joy as he shouted, "Who will win the Immortal Gold? Place your bets now! Fellow Daoists, don't miss out! Take a gamble, and you could go from a rogue cultivator to an ancestor, reach the pinnacle of life, marry a celestial beauty, or even win the heart of a celestial being!"

Ignoring the unfriendly stares from those around him, he began to loudly recite the odds: "Human Emperor Physique... True Dragon... Golden Crow..."

Towards the end, the speaking speed noticeably increased, as if the reader was just going through the motions.

"As for the rest of you, we'll compensate you ten thousand times your initial investment! With the reputation of Wanbaoge, you can rest assured! We guarantee honesty and fair dealing!"

A few muttered curses came from the crowd. Many of those who were categorized as "the rest" turned as black as the bottom of a pot, but they couldn't show their anger at this moment.

But to be honest, although most people are eyeing the strongest prodigies like Zhenlong, quite a few people are driven by greed and have foolishly bet on themselves.

The fat man outwardly accepted the spiritual energy with a cheerful smile, but inwardly he was screaming wildly.

They made a killing!

No matter how these people place their bets, he is guaranteed to make a profit.

As for those who offer ridiculously high odds and actually dare to bet on themselves...

Go dream!

Most of these people are ignorant and actually think that the selection of a master by immortal gold is entirely based on luck.

He knows everything about Wanbaoge.

The most basic condition for immortal gold to choose its master is that the path must be compatible with it.

Xuanhuang Mother Gold clearly values ​​the physical body!

With these guys who he might not even be able to beat, how dare they covet the Immortal Gold?

Besides, even if someone gets incredibly lucky and manages to get it, can they keep it?

When he dies and his creditors are gone, who will he seek compensation from? Either way, it's a highly profitable business.

At this moment, Feng Zhi's magical power had been fully restored, and he began to set off.

With his hands behind his back, he strode towards the city, each step producing a golden lotus, as if the Heavenly Emperor were touring the world.

As he moved, the crowd that had been discussing betting stopped and their eyes followed his movement.

A rogue cultivator, a hidden genius, an old monster in the clouds... everyone was watching that figure, wondering what he was going to do.

"He went towards the direction of the gods!"

Someone was suddenly startled, a chill running down their spine, and they trembled, saying, "Is this an attempt to start a war prematurely?!"

Many people subconsciously took a step back, and some even clutched their talismans, preparing to flee as soon as they arrived.

Feng Zhi passed over the crushed ground and stopped no more than ten feet away from the divine race's formation.

His size was like an ant compared to those towering giants, but no one dared to underestimate him.

The wind stopped and swept over those hazy figures.

The true faces of these people were revealed to him one by one. What might seem like clever tricks to others were nothing more than child's play to him.

"You are all quite strong, but you don't seem to have reached the level of an emperor's own son. Where is Jin Wudao? He didn't come?"