Zhu Zhuqing's Humble Flattery? Beautiful Photos Keep Coming!

"I'm going to the restroom."

Zhu Zhuqing tossed out the words coolly, then turned and left without waiting for anyone to respond.

No one noticed that her fingertips had gone slightly pale from how tightly she was clenching them.

The girl's figure was nothing short of perfect, her Black Combat Suit outlining her breathtaking curves in vivid detail.

With every step, her round, perky hips formed a provocative curve, while her long, straight Beautiful Legs, wrapped in black leather pants, radiated a wild yet powerful beauty.

She did not go far, merely finding an empty corner and leaning against a large tree.

Only after confirming there was no one around did her taut body relax slightly.

The girl leaned lightly against the trunk, tilted her head back a little, and slowly let out a long breath.

Lowering her head, she looked at the lines about rewards in the Chat Group, and her heartbeat quickened.

God-bestowed Ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring.

Martial Soul Evolution.

Divine Cultivation Technique.

Any one of those things could help her escape the fate of having to fight her sister to the death.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth leaving a faint mark on the soft flesh.

Was it shameful?

To grovel before a stranger she had never met?

A little.

But compared to her fate, what did this small bit of shame amount to?

Besides... besides, no one knew who she was anyway.

Here, she was not the second young miss of the Zhu Family in the Star Luo Empire, nor was she Zhu Zhuqing, who had to remain cold and vigilant at all times.

She was merely... a girl longing for strength.

An ordinary Group Member with the nickname [My Cat is White and Big].

With that thought, she stopped hesitating. Carrying a trace of nervousness and anticipation that even she had not noticed, she sent her messages.

[My Cat is White and Big: Group Leader... you are truly too generous.]

[My Cat is White and Big: You can casually reward your subordinates with divine Cultivation Techniques. Your subordinates must be utterly loyal to you, right?]

[My Cat is White and Big: A man as powerful and generous as you must be very popular with girls.]

After sending that string of messages, Zhu Zhuqing's heart nearly leaped into her throat.

She could feel her cheeks growing hot.

If the Shrek group saw her speaking like this, their jaws would surely drop.

Was this really the Zhu Zhuqing who spoke as little as possible and was cold as frost?

That humble, ingratiating tone made her sound just like a little puppy wagging its tail.

Yet this was only the beginning.

After hesitating briefly, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze turned resolute. She returned to her room to change clothes, then came back out.

Quietly, she aimed her phone's camera at herself.

She did not photograph her face.

The camera began at her slender ankles, wrapped in black leather boots, then slowly moved upward.

It passed over her delicate, fair feet and continued along the curve of her calves beneath her black skirt. The lines were taut and smooth, full of a young girl's vitality and supple grace.

At last, the camera stopped at her straight, slender Beautiful Legs.

Light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled Light and Shadow across the taut skin of her legs and adding an extra touch of mysterious allure.

"Click."

She took a photo, then took a Deep Breath and tapped send.

Zhu Zhuqing's action was like a massive boulder dropped into a still lake.

The group immediately reacted.

[Little Witch: Wow! Those legs! I love them! Is this Big Sis Kitty?]

[Fox is Most Pure: So beautiful! Those legs are so long and straight that even I, a woman, am staring!]

The others were not about to be outdone either, as though some switch had been flipped.

[Little Witch: Hehe, since Big Sis Kitty posted one, I'll post one too!]

The next second, a photo appeared in the group.

The photo showed a pair of calves clad in white stockings, slender and well-proportioned, their skin looking even fairer beneath the fabric.

Below the hem of a skirt, the girl's small feet wore a pair of exquisite princess shoes, with pretty bows tied around her ankles—cute and charming.

It was Ning Rongrong.

[Gentle Fire Dragon: You little girls...]

[Poison Fairy: ...]

[My Son is Not a Bastard: Youth is wonderful.]

Meanwhile.

Spirit City, Pontiff's Palace.

Within the resplendent grand hall, Bibi Dong sat upright upon a magnificent throne.

She wore an elegant Pontiff's Robe and a Purple Gold Crown. Her expression was imposing, her authority innate even without anger, and an aura of Monarch Descends Upon the World radiated from her.

Yet at this moment, an eager gleam flickered in her beautiful purple eyes.

God-bestowed Ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring!

Martial Soul Evolution!

God-tier Cultivation Technique!

Even as a Titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent, her breathing grew heavier at the sight of these rewards.

Sharing one story... could earn such heaven-defying rewards?

The value of this Chat Group far exceeded her imagination!

She glanced at the photos the girls had sent in the group, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

A bunch of undeveloped little girls dared to make fools of themselves?

She slowly rose to her feet and entered the inner hall.

A moment later, when she emerged again, she had changed out of her elaborate Pontiff's Robe.

In its place was a tight Black One-piece Short Skirt, its hem reaching only halfway down her Thighs, perfectly wrapping her mature, voluptuous body.

What drew the most attention were the black stockings on her legs.

The sheer black silk, thin as cicada wings, wrapped around her long, shapely Beautiful Legs. Her skin was faintly visible beneath the dark gauze, brimming with deadly allure.

A pair of purple High Heels made her ankles appear even more slender, while the arches of her feet formed elegant curves. Her ten toes, painted with purple nail polish, were as exquisite as works of art.

She walked before a huge Floor Mirror and gazed with satisfaction at the stunning woman in the reflection, radiating mature charm.

Bibi Dong chose a perfect angle, standing sideways as she lightly lifted her skirt with one hand, revealing an even more breathtaking stretch of snowy-white skin.

"Click."

Once the photo was taken, she sent it into the group without hesitation.

After doing all this, a determined gleam Flashed through her eyes.

"I, Bibi Dong, will definitely keep this Chat Group firmly in my grasp!"

Heaven Dou City, Prince's Mansion.

Inside the luxurious room, Qian Renxue, dressed in a Golden Palace Dress, quietly watched her phone screen.

When she saw Bibi Dong's alluring photo, a faint sneer appeared on her holy, beautiful face.

"How... shameless."

She murmured softly.

For power, was she even willing to cast aside the dignity of being the Pontiff?

Though all beneath heaven were muddied, I alone remained pure; though all others were drunk, I alone remained awake!

She, Qian Renxue, would never humble herself to curry favor with anyone like these people did.

"Bibi Dong really is desperate to please. I, Qian Renxue, never flatter anyone."

The young woman rose and walked to the window.

Golden sunlight fell over her, lending even greater sanctity to her already peerless beauty.

Her figure was tall and well-proportioned. Beneath her long golden skirt, a pair of Beautiful Legs appeared and disappeared from view, their lines flawless and their skin white as snow, like the finest creation of a Deity.

"Group Leader? Heavenly Emperor?"

Pride and the flames of conquest burned in her eyes.

"Even if you are a true Heavenly Emperor, I, Qian Renxue... will conquer you!!!"