Douluo Continent: I possess astonishing wisdom as I control energy!

The girl paused slightly as she petted the cat, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes.

She raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if piercing through endless space, looking towards the direction of the Sun and Moon Empire.

"More than a year ago, there was already a large-scale upheaval in the distribution of destiny, and I awoke at that time,"

Her tone was calm, her voice clear and composed, "However, that time, it was more of a redistribution of the internal fortunes of humanity by the will of the plane, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"But this time, the scope of the plane's division of fortune is too large, directly using the share of fortune belonging to our soul beast race. I cannot stand idly by."

The large golden cat paused slightly, as if sensing something, and suddenly spoke, "The stripping of my fortune has stopped. But the fortune within me is only about half of what it was before, and..."

Its vertical eye on its forehead gleamed with a strange light, yet it unconsciously cast its gaze in the same direction as the silver-haired girl's.

"I seem to be able to vaguely sense that the direction in which my lost luck is roughly converging seems to be over there."

Gu Yuena remained silent for a moment, but she already understood.

The will of the plane is taking a desperate gamble, stripping away the original destiny of humanity's chosen ones and the destiny of soul beasts to focus on cultivating a new chosen one with greater potential.

Is it necessary?

This is about dividing up fortune, not like dividing a cup of water where you can pour it back and redo it if you're not satisfied with the division.

After each division of destiny, the will of a plane weakens to some extent. If it is exploited during this weakened state, it will be a catastrophic disaster.

unless

A thought naturally and peacefully arose in the silver-haired girl's mind.

—This newly born chosen one possesses enough aptitude for the plane's will to go all out in nurturing him, and it is precisely because of this that the plane's will bestows upon him a favor that can almost be described as indulgence.

The silver-haired girl remained silent, but an irrepressible curiosity arose in her heart.

She looked at the three-eyed golden lion nuzzling affectionately against her palm, a flicker of emotion crossing her purple eyes, but it quickly subsided.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke.

"Di Tian, ​​if I am not here, then you shall be in charge of the Star Dou Great Forest."

Di Tian looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment: "My lord?! You..."

The girl merely glanced at Di Tian indifferently, then calmly gazed at the distant sky.

"Not now. It's just that the idea has just come to mind for now."

A slight glint appeared in the girl's eyes, a subtle ripple of emotion stirring within them.

Could it really make the will of a plane take such a desperate gamble? I'm really curious.

……

……

Just as a certain Dragon King lady was hesitating about whether she should approach this newly born chosen one, the main character on the other side was counting his spoils.

The Secret Chamber of the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Palace in the Sun and Moon Empire.

“During this time, Ming’an has relied on Elder Yi’s care.”

"Mr. Kong, you flatter me. To be honest, if it weren't for Ming'an, I probably would have died long ago."

"Elder Yi, there's no need to refuse. If it weren't for Elder Yi, Ming'an and I would probably be in grave danger this time!"

"It's not a refusal, but something I should do."

Kong Ming'an, watching his two super-old masters engage in mutual modesty and flattery with a hint of helplessness, shook his head with a slight chuckle, choosing not to interrupt.

Calming his mind, Kong Ming'an continued to tally the gains from the assassination.

First and foremost, the most obvious benefit is the acquisition of two mythical beasts!

Although Da Ming and Er Ming's strength was only average, their divine beast nature was undeniable!

Their blood, bones, muscles, and even soul structure are excellent research materials that far surpass those of ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beasts!

Even more so, these things may contain divine secrets, which have immeasurable value for his "body cultivation" and "dharma cultivation" systems!

More importantly, these are renewable!

This is much better than the soft-boned rabbit breeding base!

In addition to these, there is another crucial, albeit hidden, benefit: the protection and attention of the God of Destruction.

The promise of the God of Destruction was far more credible than that of a certain pure and virtuous god-king. At this moment, the direct threat posed by that pure and virtuous god-king to him was greatly reduced.

Under the watchful eye of the God of Destruction, that God-King would never dare to resort to underhanded tactics again, which gave him precious time to develop freely.

With this biggest threat gone, he can now act a little more freely.

For example, it wouldn't be too much to "slightly" target the Haotian Sect, which no longer has a Grand Master and a Second Grand Master, right?

He never denied that, at times, he could be quite petty; if there was a grudge, he always felt the need for revenge.

In addition, there are plans concerning Shrek Academy that can be a little more aggressive. He is very interested in Tang San's mother, or rather, the Golden Ancient Tree.

While pondering, Kong Ming'an suddenly raised his head and looked at his old man, Deng, who was exchanging cultivation experiences with Electrolux.

"Grandpa, can I be one of the participants in the next Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy?"

Kong Deming paused upon hearing this, looking slightly surprised.

Why did you suddenly decide to go and compete?

His grandson's thought process was increasingly incomprehensible; he had just survived an attack not long ago, yet now he suddenly wanted to participate in a competition.

"Isn't this the guy I heard from Meng who's been the runner-up at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy for ten thousand years? I was thinking of going there to see if I could get rid of that label, just to clear my head."

Relax?

Kong Deming looked at his grandson, but he just couldn't believe that his grandson's motives were so "simple".

After a moment, Kong Deming nodded. "Alright, I'll arrange this. But what about the person protecting you?"

"Just have Elder Ye follow along. If Elder Ye can't stop them, I'll just call for help—no, I should say, call for divine intervention."

Kong Ming'an showed the Destruction God Test Mark on his palm, his tone extremely relaxed.

Kong Deming sighed helplessly, but nodded and said no more.

Although he didn't hear clearly the rest of the conversation between his grandson and the deity, he did hear the deity's last sentence—

"If you don't become a god within thirty years, you'd better come back and inherit the divine position."

He heard it all clearly.

The deity himself uttered these words. He seemed less concerned about his own grandson than about others.

Chapter 38 I'll devour him sooner or later!

After chatting for a while longer, Electrolux and Kong Deming chose to leave their seclusion.

As the saying goes, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

In that recent battle, these two veteran players, after a truly all-out fight, both gained a lot of insights.

It is clearly imperative to further refine the "Dharma Cultivation" and "Body Cultivation" systems through these insights during seclusion.

Watching the two super-elders leave simultaneously, Kong Ming'an calmly looked at the two Ming brothers, who were in a state of silence and confinement not far away. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and opened the demiplane portal.

With a thought, several high-level undead exuding an aura of deathly stillness slowly emerged from the doorway. They raised their eyes, burning with pale blue necromantic flames, and fixed their gazes on a certain person, quietly awaiting his command.

With a wave of his hand, Kong Ming'an conjured up ten life-sized containers, each capable of holding at least 500 liters of liquid, lined up in front of the high-level undead.

He then gently touched his brow, took out the Blade of Life again, and tossed it to one of the high-ranking undead.

"Go and bleed them, and fill these containers."

The Blade of Life is used to break through defenses and draw blood, while the container is used to hold the blood. With the divine beast's regenerative abilities, filling the container is not difficult. Even if the regenerative abilities are insufficient, the Blade of Life can replenish the life force and continue drawing blood.

Believe it or not, there's a high probability that we won't be short of various materials related to high-level soul beasts in the future.

With the simple command given, the high-ranking undead nodded slightly and quickly began to move, though their movements were still somewhat sluggish.

Using undead creatures as henchmen is never quite as convenient.

Looking at the somewhat dim-witted high-level undead in front of him, Kong Ming'an seemed to see the junior students in his previous life who always needed him to clean up their messes, and their clear eyes, which gave him a strange headache.

While undead creatures are not afraid of hardship or fatigue, they lack intelligence. They are more than capable of fighting, but they are simply not enough for scientific research.

so.

"We still need to bring in a few more assistants to help out."

Kong Ming'an murmured softly, "Although Miss Meng could do these tasks, it's better to have someone else do them."

After listing this matter as pending, Kong Ming'an calmed his mind and began his secluded meditation.

Observing battles at the pinnacle level was also very beneficial to him.

……

……

Time passed silently as he pondered these reflections, and several days later, Kong Ming'an emerged from the laboratory again.

He habitually teleported back to his room, then went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

A moment later, amidst the steamy air, Kong Ming'an emerged from the bathroom, drying his wet hair and wearing a bathrobe. However, he paused involuntarily the moment he stepped out.

Not far away, on a recliner, Miss Meng, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, was nestled lazily in the soft chair.

She was wearing a well-fitting dress, the hem stopping precisely at mid-thigh, and the leg rings she wore were clearly intentionally designed to accentuate her curves.

The rise and fall of his chest was repeatedly outlined with the frequency of his breathing; while not astonishing, it was already taking shape.

And that face, which not long ago still had a bit of baby fat, has already lost its childishness, its lines are soft and bright, adding a touch of indescribable charm.

She lay there, her legs naturally crossed, one foot hooked on her shoe, dangling precariously, while the other swung slowly, her posture relaxed and casual.

His gaze lingered there a little longer than usual.

Suddenly, without warning, Miss Meng turned her head and caught his gaze. A knowing smile curved her lips.

"Does it look good?"

Kong Ming'an withdrew his gaze, continued drying his hair, and slowly approached, speaking in a tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather:

"generally."

"tsk"

Miss Meng raised her eyebrows slightly, stopped her swinging leg, touched the ground with her toes, then stood up and moved a little closer. "Just ordinary?"

"Slightly better than average?"

Kong Ming'an spoke vaguely, while Miss Meng narrowed her eyes, her tone clearly provocative and probing.

"Would you like to touch it? It feels really nice!"

"There's absolutely no need for that," Kong Ming'an said calmly.

"How about I get some white ones? I also have some black ones in my bag, or maybe lace, fishnet or something, I'll try them one by one?"

Miss Meng seemed to sense something; her smile, though beaming, revealed a strange aggression.

Kong Ming'an was starting to lose his composure.

"You take this with you when you go out?"

"Isn't this to satisfy you?" she answered confidently, her eyes sparkling with a smug, fox-like air, as if she was certain he would give in at the next word.

Am I really that abnormal?

"It's only a matter of time." The girl gave a light hum, her smile growing even wider.

Compared to when there are other people around, at least she has to put on an act and restrain herself a little, but when she's alone with someone, she's too lazy to even pretend.

The princess who suddenly appeared seemed quite detached, but her sense of crisis still remained.

Raising an eyebrow, Miss Meng's icy blue eyes gleamed faintly, her gaze unconsciously falling on someone's yukata, her thoughts beginning to stir.

Inside, I'm probably not wearing the right thing, right? Maybe we should just...

"Well"

A sharp tap landed on her forehead, abruptly interrupting her thoughts. Miss Meng immediately covered her forehead, pouted, and her eyes instantly welled up with just the right amount of moisture, making her look extremely aggrieved. "Why did you hit me?"