Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Bing Tang's smile froze slightly.

Mu Jin smiled with a hint of schadenfreude, but An Shiyu held her down tightly.

I was afraid that if I laughed out loud, Bing Tang would hear me.

The one who has always managed the Qingyun Sect is Bing Tang. Does Zi Yuan mean to replace Bing Tang with Miss Lu Ya...?

Wow, there's bloodshed to see here too!

The ice-blue magical girl opened her umbrella, concealing her expression: "Sect Master, are you dissatisfied with my work lately?"

“No.” Zi Yuan’s tone remained unchanged. “I just feel that as a Dao Lord, Lu Ya should not be treated poorly if she enters the Qingyun Sect.”

“The position of honorary elder has been reserved for her,” Bing Tang said slowly. “The matter of management still needs to be discussed with the true disciples.”

“That makes sense.” Ziyuan nodded in agreement. “I didn’t think it through. We have to follow the rules.”

The previously stiff and cold atmosphere gradually eased.

Mu Jin pouted, looking at Bing Tang who was clinging to Zi Yuan, holding an umbrella for her, and wishing she could melt into Zi Yuan's body.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "It's so easy to understand..."

An Shiyu also whispered, "Just like me, I care a lot about what Jiang Si says. My mood for the whole day can be determined by a single sentence from Jiang Si."

Bing Tang didn't seem to mind, and continued calmly, "Then, for the time being, the main task of the Qingyun Sect will be to find Miss Lu Ya and have her join the Qingyun Sect."

"Okay, but let's resolve the Chongxu issue first."

An Shiyu found it strange that they were chatting casually over there.

"Why is Miss Rock Candy in such a hurry?"

“Because although we can get close to Ziyuan, we’re not a significant threat, so we’re being told to keep our distance to prevent the relationship from escalating to a threatening level,” Mu Jin sighed. “Lu Ya is different; she comes into the picture with maximum threat. Keeping your distance from someone who’s already at maximum threat level is useless, so we need to keep her close and monitor her…”

"hehe."

Bing Tang suddenly looked over at An Shiyu, "You can't just say things like that, okay? I just hit it off with Miss Lu Ya at first sight and want to become good friends with her."

Mu Jin immediately shrank her neck and returned her body to An Shiyu.

An Shiyu felt a cold wind blowing in her face and just nodded blankly.

"Moreover, Lu Ya's fate is unknown, and we don't know where she is at the moment."

Fortunately, Ziyuan's words drew Bingtang's attention away, and Bingtang quickly responded to Ziyuan, "It's alright. Now that Chongxu has Qianzhencao and the others, we can slowly look for Miss Luya and bring her back."

After saying that, he turned back to look at An Shiyu, "What do you think?"

An Shiyu was flattered and surprised that Miss Bing Tang would ask her for her opinion on such a matter, but she just nodded and said, "I, I think so too."

The organist on the other end immediately raised her hand, almost jumping up like a schoolchild, "I support it too! We must find Sister Lu Ya..."

"I support it too!"

Before Fengqin could finish speaking, a little black dragon suddenly jumped out of Ziyuan's arms, looking at the three of them with a grateful expression, "Bingtang Mommy! Fengqin Mommy! An Shiyu Mommy! Let's work together to save Lu Ya Mommy!"

Only the Emperor within Ziyuan looked helplessly at the little black dragon, "Your stance changes so quickly. Weren't you just breathing on Bing Tang and the others before?"

"The one willing to bring my mother Lu Ya back is my Xiao Hei's biological mother... Don't be sad, Empress Mother. To Xiao Hei, you and Lu Ya are the best mothers, in a class of their own. They are all below you, one class below. You and Lu Ya are the best..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ziyuan cut her off, saying, "Shut up."

Bing Tang chuckled beside her, "It's alright, she's quite cute."

An Shiyu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, come out more often..."

After all, who wouldn't want a daughter who calls the sect leader "father" and himself "mother"?

"Also, Sect Master." When they landed in the North Sea, Bing Tang looked at Yu Mo and Qing Hua's group who had gathered there and suddenly said, "Although the AI ​​turmoil has been completely suppressed in Chongxu and it is now developing steadily, the power structure of the organization is somewhat complicated."

"I just received a tearful complaint from Qianzhencao. The establishment of the Qingyun Sect branch is also in trouble. The land cannot be approved, and the three organizations are not cooperating."

Ziyuan's face turned cold. "Back when she was vying for the Dao lineage with me, she didn't cry at all. What's with all the complaining? Go and snatch it yourself!"

Otherwise, why would I go to all this trouble to engage in organized crime and cultivate immortality?

"Well, the Holy Temple keeps insisting on payment upfront, and they've been keeping Coco in charge. Thousand Needle Grass and the others don't dare do anything to Coco..."

The sect leader paused for a moment, then said, "That makes sense. What about the Witch Society? Where did they get the guts?"

"The witches will say that this ruins are all the property of Lord Si Mo Tu, and they dare not make any promises rashly."

"Oh, that makes sense. What about the night watchmen? Where did they get the guts?"

"Behind the night watchman are the incubators..."

"Beat them!"

Bing Tang sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "In short, the situation at Chongxu is very complicated right now. Qianzhencao and Jiegeng dare not act rashly and must wait for your instructions... Should you go there again?"

Ziyuan flicked its tail, but its gaze was fixed on the direction of Chongxu.

“I’ve been rushing through the ruins.”

After the exchange reaction between the Corpse Magical Girl Shion and the Dragon Lord in the River of Time, they remained in Chongxu, so there was no need for her to personally intervene.

Bing Tang nodded, then, as if remembering something, suddenly took out the wedding magazine.

She turned to the page she had marked earlier in the magazine, which was already a bit wrinkled from being turned over.

It was handed over.

"By the way, Sect Leader, would you like to take a look and tell me which wedding dress you prefer?"

Ziyuan glanced at them, casually pointed to one of them, and then left.

Bing Tang pursed her lips, her finger tracing the wedding dress page, applying slight pressure, almost leaving a fingerprint on the magazine.

It was the wedding dress that Lu Ya had mentioned the sect leader would like...

"Oh no, it's about to burst open," the harp said naively from the side.

Mu Jin and An Shiyu were both startled. Seeing this reckless girl, they desperately pulled her to their side and tried to calm her down.

Bing Tang smiled and then simply poked the magazine with her fingernail, saying, "It's nothing."

Her tone was calm and composed, as if she couldn't see anything wrong with it.

"It's just to leave a mark."

It's just that everyone's understanding is different.

she thinks.

……

Chongxu, the Holy Temple.

Night Without Boundaries Square.

Sura squatted at the intersection, holding her bowl, watching the crowds of people coming and going.

Several days have passed since the victory over Lu Yaai, and the previous chaos has quickly subsided.

Chongxu quickly returned to normal.

The bad news is that everyone in Chongxu knows they're being kept in cans and used as human bodies.

Good news. So far, whether it's the sanctuary, the night watchmen, or the witches' guild...

In the case of the Three Kingdoms' Ruins, no one considered letting the people who had rushed out of the Ruins survive.

Ultimately, maintaining such a large unified mental space of Chongxu is itself a huge asset, and the constantly generated magic power is an inexhaustible resource. No one is willing to let the people of Chongxu disperse like this.

After all, it's easy for a team to fall apart, but it's difficult to get it back together!

As for what the locals in Chongxu think—who cares?

So many years have passed, and it's clear to the naked eye that many more years to come will pass in the same way.

The first level of the underworld's cultivation world sounds nice, but in reality, it's mostly the Holy Hall people ordering the Chongxu people around. As for whether anyone has climbed up, yes, there are some. There are always some with good aptitude who progress quickly and are favored.

It gives people hope, which makes it all the more torturous.

The second level is where the night watchman and the witch divide the land and rule each other, continuing the style of the previous battle, but in a much more subdued manner.

But if you fall into the killing line, the cold feeling is still the same.

It was still an endless, dark night.

After that, Chongxu had two roads.

Hell is above, and hell is below.

Whether it's good or bad, everyone has their own judgment based on their abilities and personalities, making it difficult to distinguish or explain clearly.

It's not that things are worse than before.

The days ahead cannot be described as hell, because those were not human lives; they were lives treated like livestock.

What do animals know about hell? They don't even understand what they are.

It's just living a numb, lifeless existence, waiting for the day when my head tilts to the side, and I'll weigh a few ounces of meat to sell.

In the days that followed, I managed to climb out of the fence and live a life that was barely human, but it wasn't very comfortable.

It was like moving from a pigsty to a larger pasture.

But what did the old man say again? One should be content.

Especially after getting used to living a life worse than that of pigs and dogs, suddenly being treated like a human again, it was almost a close call.

It's better than the past...

This sentence feels much stronger than any anesthetic; even two or three injections probably wouldn't have the same effect.

Thinking that things are better than before, looking back brings gratitude, and looking forward brings hope.

It is at its best moment.

After all, when Lu Ya'ai was destroyed, many things in Chongxu were rebuilt, including debts and arrears, which were all wiped clean and everyone started over.

There is still hope, though not much. It keeps everyone hanging on, at least it won't just disappear like this.

These days, the airships above have large screens displaying new rules and regulations for the Chongxu campaign, various benefits and incentives, from morning till night.

To say that it was just keeping everyone hanging on by a thread wouldn't be entirely true.