Chapter Ninety-Eight: Fifty Years of the Empire

“Done.” Sword Zi Yue smiled faintly, his androgynous face exuding a subtle elegance as he dined.

Lan Yi took on the role of a carefree overseer.

Leaving the tedious and foul-smelling cleanup of the Far South’s demon lair to him, naturally, Sword Zi Yue wanted to push Lan Yi a bit harder.

Yet, Sword Zi Yue harbored no ill intent toward Lan Yi.

If he had maliciously suggested a method, Lan Yi would likely have retaliated instantly with a palm blast. Both being top-tier reborn cultivators, it was easy to discern any ill will in their cultivation advice.

Sword Zi Yue merely proposed the most straightforward and brutal path—since the purpose of spirit energy cultivators ascending the Heavenly Palace was to resist external demons. Simply put, as long as the external demons were subdued, any method used was acceptable.

As one of the elite spirit energy cultivators himself, the effeminate sword cultivator had not sensed the Daoic resonance of Luo Qian on the old demon Lan’s body. Yet, through their shared routine of fishing and exchanging cultivation insights, he realized that Lan Yi’s absorption of external information was exceptionally potent.

How potent?

Sword Zi Yue felt utterly drained.

Within their limited-level exchanges, regardless of which Dao techniques or martial theories he proposed, Lan Yi—master of magnetic control and fatal energy—could simulate similar or identical effects by integrating Dao materials and knowledge! Essentially, if Lan Yi wished, he could easily impersonate Sword Zi Yue without exerting full effort.

This revelation made Sword Zi Yue’s “Gang Qi” lower its head in shame.

Because of this, Sword Zi Yue believed Lan Yi could accelerate his cultivation of the Heavenly Palace.

External demons.

Ultimately, it was still about external demons.

How could any demon compare to the world-ender who swept across the cosmos, deploying a multidimensional formation to annihilate all? They were merely nourishment for his growth—at most a slight burn.

Yes, perhaps those two women might suffer a bit as well.

They would inevitably be ravaged.

But at least it would be while the old demon Lan still retained some humanity.

Once this entity fully returned, it wouldn’t be a matter of just being ravaged; it would be about whether one even had the strength to survive.

That said.

What exactly was going on with Lan Yi’s abnormal state?

Sword Zi Yue found himself deep in thought.

The Daoic resonance of the Divine Life Cluster was like an infectious source. No matter how much information was concealed, as long as Lan Yi interacted with the outside world, the resonance’s secret key would eventually alter others’ life information, accumulating until the truth was uncovered—unless Lan Yi had obtained Luo Qian, there was no way to suppress it.

“Right! The Divine Life Cluster! How could I forget!” Sword Zi Yue’s heart suddenly jolted.

“That lucky soul in South America is due in two months. When the time comes, bring the old demon Lan along to check on him. Perhaps with Lan Yi’s information absorption ability, he can directly extract Divine Life Cluster data from DNA and quantum information.”

“Lord Sword Zi Yue,” a muscular soldier approached with a report. “The restoration faction is gathering again, waving banners and demanding to see you and Commander Lan Yi. They’re protesting that our aid amounts to invasion.”

“Are their demands still the same as before?” Sword Zi Yue’s train of thought was interrupted.

History has momentum.

Even with ninety-nine point nine percent of the population infected, with the old demon Lan Yi having cleansed tens of millions of infected people with the Great Ivan’s sweeping technique—killing until blood blisters ceased, forcing the vampire clans to flee in panic without looking back—among the survivors, there were still foolish Lan Fang types who fancied themselves clever or wanted to gamble.

They mistook the strong’s mercy and kindness for weakness to exploit.

Sword Zi Yue, a reborn man, detested this cancer forced upon the Jianghe civilization. Now, with the chance to sever this tumor, he would show no mercy.

“Yes, sir. Shall we disperse them?”

“Disperse them? Why? Send a gift of a pair… No, don’t disperse them. Tell the men to let them make an even bigger fuss.” Sword Zi Yue issued the order coldly, his voice and eyes equally sharp and icy.

To bring someone to ruin, first drive them mad.

Lust, anger, slaughter, sloth, and the like—once Lan Yi consumed these external demons, the cultivation of the Heavenly Palace would be nearly complete.

“As you command, sir.”

“Tell the cultivators to be vigilant. If anyone from the oceanic factions causes trouble, kill them outright. Those bastards will never miss a chance to trap us and blindside us.”

Meanwhile, in Lan Yi’s bedroom:

“Front and back, intense! Front and back, intense!” Li Wanzhou shouted excitedly, waving two chopsticks, urging Lan Yi to hurry.

Tonight, she wanted to savor what it was like to be with the commander!

“Um, isn’t that a bit too fast? At least we should have a date first…” Si Lingluo, clutching her collar, blushed deeply, forcing a smile.

“Tall cow, if you’re not doing it, get out of the crib!” The tomboy Ada shouted, throwing a chopstick at the “Holy Mother’s” nutritional pouch, only to have it bounce back and hit her forehead with remarkable elasticity.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling—if junior brother asked, senior sister would of course comply. It’s just… so shy.” Si Lingluo gently blew on Li Wanzhou’s chopstick-battered forehead, her cheeks rosy like apples.

She had already prepared herself to sacrifice for demon feeding.

To prevent her wronged junior brother from walking down that dreadful path, the sacrifice was worth it. But such intimate, deep exchanges could only be done between spouses, right?

From now on, she would be junior brother’s exclusive Holy Mother.

“Hah! Damn old virgin, be grateful and thank Commander Lan Yi for making you a real woman!”

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