When Hundred Flowers Fairy had been persuaded to bring out even the treasures she had kept at the bottom of her chest, all the immortals could not help clicking their tongues in amazement. They feared they could only sigh in admiration at this audacious yet meticulous talent for bluffing. Even Yuan Ci and Hua Ke, who stood opposite us, exchanged bewildered looks, their faces utterly speechless. After all, they had stayed there for several days and still failed to bluff the Immortal Vine into coming over, leaving them nearly desperate. Who would have thought that with just a few words, I would settle everything?
Hundred Flowers Fairy had been scolded by me until she was thoroughly convinced. Though she refused to admit it on the surface, she also felt inwardly that she needed to change. After all, she was currently little different from a wild party, still holed up in this impoverished backwater world. If she wanted to ascend to the divine throne, being domineering and powerful on her own would not be enough. She also needed strategy. And my appearance had happened to scratch the itch in her heart.
Actually, I had already been paying attention to Hundred Flowers Fairy's every move back in the Primal Chaos Heaven. Even when she was on the verge of ruin, she had still tried to seize a straw that might save her life. In truth, her heart was not as tough as she appeared on the surface; she simply lacked the self-awareness to recognize it. She vaguely knew that she was merely the sort who relied on oppressive might and domineering presence to crush others. Moreover, that really was all she was good at—she could only act that way. She also knew that it would be difficult to accomplish anything great by