The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

【眻眻moyyan】: "Hey! Streamer, why don't you pamper your fans a little!"

"We can offer VIP access and unlock the Holy Light content for me!"

[Yun Nianshang]: "Exactly! It's one thing for Old Ancestor Ye to be possessive of his food, but you won't even let us see it!"

[Ke Chun]: "Ahem... Everyone, please tone it down a bit. Our ancestors can see our live stream too..."

"..."

"..."

"Ahem, well, this sun is really beautiful."

"Upstairs, it's nighttime now."

"……roll"

"Host, host, please continue!"

"What happens next? Why did you say that Xiao Ai's arrangement was to accelerate the plot?"

"Old Master Ye has already completed eighty-eight laps and is about to beat the game. What's the point of you speeding up now?"

Aikun looked at the camera with a hint of helplessness.

"You've been following the streamer for so long, can't you think a little faster?"

"You'll only understand if I feed you bite by bite, right?"

[Winter Rain in the Ancient City]: "Wait a minute! I think I know!"

"Host, are you trying to say that those hundred laps were just for Old Ancestor Ye and the others to hear?"

"Actually, there are another hundred laps after the first hundred!"

"There are simply too many monsters to kill!"

"So, that's why you had Xiao Ai directly lead Old Ancestor Ye through the game quickly, or rather, end the game altogether and start the second life?"

"Oh?"

Ai Kun raised an eyebrow and slapped the folding fan in his palm.

"Looks like there are still smart people out there."

"Indeed, they are almost identical."

He leaned back in his chair and pointed to the projection behind him.

"The monsters in 'Myriad Realms' are the alien races that attacked the Ancient Dragon Kingdom in the original history."

"I hijacked a portion of it and put it into the game as a monster."

"Although it's only a part, for them, even if the monsters stood still and let them kill them, they wouldn't be able to kill them all even after hundreds of years."

At this point, Aikun rested the folding fan against the edge of the table.

"So, if we just let them fight it out in circles, when will it ever be their turn for a second life?"

"The main purpose of arranging this game is to establish a sufficiently deep bond between your Patriarch Ye and Sword Immortal Jiang."

The folding fan was raised and pointed at the projection.

"And your Sword Immortal Jiang did not disappoint me at that time..."

The holy light on the screen finally dissipated.

Dawn Guild.

The holy light in the projection dissipated, revealing an arena covered in knife marks.

The protective light curtain at the sidelines was not yet closed, and a few residual electric lights flickered along the ground before going out.

Ye Chen stood in the center of the arena, looking down at his hands.

His hand was split open, and fresh blood was dripping down.

He tried to close his five fingers, but his knuckles did not immediately obey his commands.

Two knives lay at his feet, and on the hilt of one of them were the bloodstains from his grip.

On the other side of the arena, the two-meter-tall deep blue mech retracted its lightsaber.

"As agreed, you failed and must join our Dawn Guild."

"Wait a moment, let Jiang Liyu take you to get your guild outfit."

Ye Chen raised his head and looked at it.

The mech retracted its lightsaber, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Being able to last three minutes with my power at half-power is already amazing."

Don't be discouraged.

Ye Chen's lips moved slightly.

Half-open?

He looked up and saw that his opponent had already withdrawn his hand and was walking towards the exit of the arena.

The deep blue mech stepped down the stone steps with steady strides.

Until they entered the passage, turned a corner, and were completely out of sight of the two on the stage.

It suddenly stopped.

The shoulder armor twitched.

It shook again.

"ha……"

The strange laugh that had been suppressed inside the speaker finally escaped.

"Hahaha--"

"Bang!"

The mecha knelt directly on the ground, one hand supporting itself against the wall, while the other hand repeatedly pounded the ground.

"Ouch...that felt so good!"

"Hahaha……"

"No, I need to make several copies of the footage from that battle."

"When everyone comes back, I'm going to play it in front of Xiao Yezi."

"This little guy's glorious history of teasing children with adults and old men!"

"Hehehe..."

It paused its pounding motion for a moment, then laughed so hard that its entire upper body bent over.

"Serves you right for always beating me up! Now you've gotten your revenge on me, Little Ai!"

"Hahaha……"

The laughter still echoed in the corridor when the projection switched back to the arena.

Ye Chen remained standing in the same spot.

He stared at the two knives, finally clenching his numb fingers and then loosening them.

"Are you kidding me...?"

He looked at the passageway where the mechs had left, feeling a little distraught.

"This isn't even going all out?"

"Master."

Jiang Liyu walked over from below the stage, first picked up the two swords and sheathed them for him, then reached out and cupped his face in her hands.

She glanced at the barely concealed frustration in Ye Chen's eyes and chuckled softly.

"Isn't our commander amazing?"

Ye Chen remained silent for a moment.

"Yeah, it's practically inhuman."

"Was Master discouraged?"

Jiang Liyu checked his hand and, after confirming it was just a superficial injury, took his hand and led him outside.

Ye Chen followed her, and as he passed the edge of the arena, he glanced again at the sword marks on the ground.

"A little."

Jiang Liyu turned her head to the side, a smile in her eyes.

"Master doesn't look like he is at all."

"...You're still laughing?"

"Does Master want his disciple to cry?"

Ye Chen looked at her.

Jiang Liyu pursed her lips, unable to suppress her smile, and tightened her grip on his hand.

The two chatted casually as they walked off the stage.

The figures in the camera gradually disappeared into the distance.

Another figure behind them slowly became clearer.

He was a middle-aged man with a grandfatherly face.

He stood by the ring, staring at the two figures walking away hand in hand, his face gradually darkening.

The five fingers tightened, and the knuckles made a soft cracking sound.

"Damn it..."

"Damn it..."

The video ends here.

The live chat immediately became lively.

"Holy crap, this man is absolutely hideous!"

【Autumn's Departure】: "Host, are you doing this on purpose!?"

"How could they name such an ugly character Yan Dachui!"

"Is it our Old Master Yan, the cricket keeper?!"

"Exactly!"

[Rainy Pavilion]: "They're really targeting our Old Master Yan!"

Beyond the sky.

Inside the temporary palace in Wuzhong, Jinling.

Yan Cong was still lying down when he saw that ugly face and then saw the repeated "Old Ancestor Yan" messages, which made him furious.

"Damn it!"

"You damned Heavenly Dao, don't give me a chance! Otherwise, I'll definitely make you my match!!"

"Yan Cong!"

On the bed, Liang Rumeng and Su Xiaoxiao, exhausted and limp, simultaneously struggled to sit up, each grabbing one of his hands and speaking at the same time.

"He's a man! He's not worthy!!!"

Yan Cong turned his head to look at this one, then at that one.

"The Way of Heaven has no gender."

"I don't care, you're not good enough for me!"

"You've gone too far!"

Yan Cong put on a stern face and tried to pull his hands away, but they only hugged each other tighter.

"Now they're actually trying to control me!"

"I'm really angry right now!"

"snort……"

The two girls pouted, shook his hand, and looked up pitifully.

"Then...then we'll help you calm down, but could you please not be with men...?"

"..."

"Never mind, let's calm down first."