"Not only the Eastern Wilderness, the entire lower realm will become our territory!"
Nan Huoyu spread his arms wide, laughing wantonly, as if the whole world already lay in his grasp.
Jiang Shengxiang and Nie Rong's faces both changed.
"The Spirit Realm cannot interfere in the affairs of the lower realm. Are you not afraid of the punishment of the Heavenly Dao by doing this?"
Nie Rong sent his voice out with a hint of oppressive might, deliberately issuing a warning.
Nan Yingying swayed her waist, covering her lips with a coquettish laugh. "At least this boy knows something. But since we dared to descend from the Spirit Realm, do you think we have not already prepared for the punishment of the Heavenly Dao?"
"That's right. We have prepared for this day for many years. According to the rules of the lower realm, as long as it is not our hands that kill you, we can evade the Heavenly Dao's retribution and seize this world with ease."
Nan Huoyu's lips curled with contempt as his gaze swept toward Longyin Village, brimming with conquest.
Jiang Shengxiang's pupils trembled in terror. "Spirit Realm cultivators refusing to stay in the Spirit Realm, and stealing the lower realm… what use is that? Could it be that the heavens themselves do not want the Eastern Wilderness to ever know peace, so they deliberately created this calamity to ruin everything our Xiānzhǔ has achieved?"
Xiao Rong still looked dazed. "But it seems like Boss didn't really put in that much effort though?"
Jiang Shengxiang choked on his words. "Even if Xiānzhǔ obtained peace by chance, we still cannot allow Spirit Realm cultivators to destroy it!"
Xiao Rong propped up his chin and nodded seriously. "You're right. As Boss's little tree spirit, I will definitely protect this land!"
"Giggle, giggle!" Nan Yingying let out a string of mocking laughter. "You think you can protect the Eastern Wilderness? All of you, kneel before me! I am a princess of the Southern Domain Imperial Dynasty. You do not have the qualifications to speak to me as equals!"
Her sudden sharp cry scared Xiao Rong and Jiang Shengxiang so badly that they clung to each other and fell to their knees spinelessly.
"Wuu wuu, this woman is terrifying. Boss, save me!"
Xiao Rong buried his head in Jiang Shengxiang's arms, crying in fear.
Jiang Shengxiang's lips trembled uncontrollably. "When will Xiānzhǔ receive our message? Why did Xiānzhǔ happen to go to the Western Sea at this time? Could it be that the heavens intend to destroy our Eastern Wilderness?!"
Nie Rong's face was grave as he stared at the Nan siblings. "I will never let you succeed. As long as you dare to take one more step forward, even if I must sacrifice my life and self-detonate my Nascent Soul, I will drag you down to hell with me!"
Nan Yingying leisurely pulled out a Seven Haze Waterfeather Fan. With a flick, it grew large in her hand, and she proudly swung it at the small hill to the right.
In an instant, before their eyes, the hill collapsed and disintegrated into dust, scattering in all directions.
"This Seven Haze Waterfeather Fan in my hand is a immortal artifact. Have you ever seen such a thing, lower realm trash?"
Xiao Rong wailed even louder. "Boss, Boss, they have a immortal artifact! Come quickly and subdue them!"
Nan Yingying sneered. "Ignorant tree spirit. Not to mention your so-called Boss is no match for this princess, this immortal artifact itself has a spirit. Since it chose me as its master, it would never recognize the waste of the lower realm!"
"You're the waste. Your whole family is waste!"
The moment she insulted Yao Ranyan, Xiao Rong blurted a furious retort without thinking.
"That's right! Waste is you. Our Xiānzhǔ is not waste!"
Jiang Shengxiang also cursed back in defiance.
"It's only a immortal artifact. My master would not even give it a glance."
Nie Rong could not allow anyone to insult his master.
Nan Yingying and Nan Huoyu were both enraged by their audacity. Never before had anyone dared to curse their entire family.
"Damn tree spirit, once this fragile formation is broken, you will be the first I kill. I will strip your bark and refine you into an artifact!"
Nan Yingying pointed at him in fury.
Xiao Rong's body trembled, but he stubbornly lifted his head. "Boss will be back very soon. I'm not afraid of you!"
"Hmph, I fear her speed in returning will not be as fast as the speed of your deaths!"
Nan Huoyu advanced menacingly, terrifying Xiao Rong and Jiang Shengxiang until their bodies shook uncontrollably.
"Boss, Boss, come back quickly! Your most beloved Xiao Rong is being bullied!"
Xiao Rong cried out toward the sky.
Jiang Shengxiang clutched his head and sobbed. "Xiānzhǔ, save us… Xiānzhǔ.., when did Xiānzhǔ ever say she loved you the most?"
"Wuu wuu, Boss never said it, but is that the point right now? Save me! Save me! I cannot die before hearing Boss say I am her favorite!"
Xiao Rong's mournful wail echoed across the village.
At that moment, Tang Xiangyin came out holding a steaming cup of tea, curiously glancing at them. "What are you crying for? Do you want to drink the spiritual tea I brewed?"
Nie Rong suppressed his grief, glancing at the cup she carried. Inside floated the faint corpse of a green bug.
"No… no thank you, Miss Tang. This place is dangerous. Quickly take Grandma Zhang and the others to hide in Gu Ling Mountain!"
"Wuu wuu, who has time to drink spiritual tea now, let alone your tea… we are about to die!"
Tears rolled down Xiao Rong's cheeks in fat drops, soaking his clothes.
Jiang Shengxiang rasped through sobs. "Miss Tang, please hurry. With the three of us here holding them off, you still have time to escape. The villagers of ten li in every direction, I entrust them to you!"
Tang Xiangyin looked at them blankly. "What game are you playing again? Before you die, do you really not want to taste my tea? It's very delicious!"
She held out the tea toward them, letting them clearly see its color and scent—or rather, the strange odor it carried.
Xiao Rong and Jiang Shengxiang wrinkled their noses.
Nie Rong stiffly turned his head away, pinching his nose with two fingers.
Jiang Shengxiang grew anxious. He quickly snatched the cup and downed it in one gulp. His face instantly turned green. "Miss Tang, we are not joking with you. I have already drunk this tea. Please hurry and take the villagers to Gu Ling Mountain!"
Tang Xiangyin's eyes glowed with excitement. "I understand, Village Chief Jiang. Before I leave, I still have one question I wish to ask you!"
"Please ask, Miss Tang."
Tang Xiangyin swallowed nervously and asked with care, "The spiritual tea I brewed today, did you find the taste satisfactory?"
Jiang Shengxiang clenched his clothes tightly, forcing out a smile. At the edge of death, he only wished to leave the best impression on this young lady.
"Miss Tang, I am very satisfied. If there is a next life, I would wish to drink your personally brewed tea every day."
Tang Xiangyin froze in shock.
Xiao Rong and Nie Rong stared at him in horror.
Jiang Shengxiang must have gone mad!
This was no different than Nie Rong self-detonating his Yuányīng. Both paths led to death!
Tang Xiangyin's hands trembled as she held the teacup. "Village Chief Jiang, you are truly my soulmate! Only you can appreciate my tea-crafting skills, only you can taste the fragrance of my spiritual tea. Rest assured, from now on I will brew tea for you every single day!"
Jiang Shengxiang gave a bitter smile. "Good. I will wait for your tea, Miss Tang."
Tang Xiangyin's face flushed crimson with excitement. "Village Chief Jiang, I have one last question for you all. You two have been kneeling on the ground all this time. Aren't you tired?"