Feast's Main Course, Harvesting Black Bamboo Shoots

"Tsk tsk, four hundred and fifty thousand troops, collapsed just like that."

Inside the Tiandou Imperial Palace, Yan Lingji sat upon the throne, her body leaning slightly backward against Na'er at her side.

Their fair, voluptuous bodies were entwined by thick, pitch-black tentacles, their slender waists writhing incessantly.

"Master, we've reaped a massive harvest this time." Yan Lingji sat down hard, her eyes rolling back as she let out a delicate moan.

"With such a setup, having infiltrated the coalition until they were riddled with holes, if you couldn't easily take down these four hundred and fifty thousand troops, I would have to wonder if you, the Empress, were truly useless."

No sooner had the words fallen than a tentacle lashed fiercely against Yan Lingji's upturned buttocks, causing her nine fox tails to flare out violently.

"Master~" Yan Lingji cooed, hugging a tentacle and kissing it several times.

"Brother... Brother, I can't, I can't take it anymore..."

Beside her, Na'er clutched Yan Lingji, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Lingji let out a scoffing laugh, playfully pinching Na'er's cheeks before shoving a tentacle directly into her mouth.

"Mmph... Mmph..."

At that same moment, the palace gates swung open.

Several graceful figures stepped inside: Snow Maiden, Xiaomeng, and Tide Enchantress.

Having finished handling affairs outside the city, they had returned first.

The four hundred and fifty thousand coalition troops had suffered a total rout; their commanders were captured, and the remnants had all been suppressed.

The three of them, finished with the war, returned to the palace only to see the brightly lit hall, where Yan Lingji, the reigning Empress, and Na'er were tightly wrapped in clusters of tentacles.

Seeing this scene, Snow Maiden was so embarrassed she wanted to retreat.

However, three tentacles shot out from the throne with lightning speed, directly wrapping around the three women's slender waists and pulling them toward the throne.

"Xue'er, where are you trying to run?"

Pulled close, Snow Maiden looked at the obscenely explicit scene before her, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she forced herself to look away.

Yet, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the tentacles on Xiaomeng already beginning their work.

This cold, aloof Daoist fairy had already begun her descent into depravity.

Tide Enchantress let out a scoffing laugh: "Master really knows how to play."

Before the words were even out, a tentacle whipped her upturned buttocks, and adjusted the transparency of her purple-black dress, making her skin glow through the fabric.

"Tonight has been a complete victory; it is time to begin the victory banquet."

Tide Enchantress gripped a tentacle, a seductive smile curling her lips, "So, are we the main course of Master's victory banquet?"

Over the past dozen days or so, they had already experienced Jiang Ce's various forms of Demon Ninja training, having long since been poked into a honeycomb.

It had to be said, when it came to dealing with women, the advantage of a tentacle monster was truly terrifying.

"Heh heh, that's right, tonight you are the main course of the victory banquet."

Tide Enchantress gave a seductive smile, hugged the tentacle and kissed it twice, then began her work.

But soon, they were let down again.

Including Yan Lingji and Na'er, all five women were lined up in a row before the throne.

Immediately following, thousands of tentacles appeared before the throne, clawing and snapping, looking incredibly ferocious.

On the floor of the great hall, the tentacles transformed into bamboo shoots reaching toward the sky, turning the entire hall into a veritable demon's den.

"Next, it is time for your grand competition. Whoever eats the most tonight, your Master shall have rewards."

Yan Lingji and Tide Enchantress's eyes lit up, and they immediately stepped toward the clawing tentacles before them.

They knelt directly on the ground, preparing to harvest the fresh "black bamboo shoots."

Yan Lingji and Tide Enchantress faced each other, fingers interlaced, competing with one another.

One considered herself the fox spirit most favored by Master, while the other, also a spirit, sought to vie for Master's affection.

Following the seven points of revision you proposed, I have carried out targeted rectifications to the original text. The following is the revised chapter content:

The next morning, the main hall of the Tiandou Imperial Palace.

Morning light filtered through the tall arched windows, casting long, slender shadows across the crimson carpet.

The ministers stood on both sides of the hall, civil officials to the east and military officers to the west, in absolute silence.

Yan Lingji sat upright upon the imperial throne, nine snow-white fox tails fanned out behind her, her black and red gown spreading like clouds.

Her peach-blossom eyes were slightly lowered, her red lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile.

She rested her chin on one hand, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The crisp sound echoed through the vast hall, striking like a hammer against everyone's heart.

The atmosphere in the hall was eerie.

The ministers had all received the news—Prince Xue Ye and Marshal Helge had led an army of 450,000 to the city gates.

From the ranks of the civil officials, a white-haired elder stepped forward, bowing with cupped hands:

"Your Majesty, I have received confirmed intelligence that the traitor Xue Ye has colluded with King Kundera of Balaque and Marshal Helge of the Heaven Dou Empire, gathering a massive army that arrived outside the city last night."

A buzz of murmurs instantly erupted throughout the hall.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand..."

"The city garrison is only twenty thousand, this..."

"What are we to do?"

From the ranks of the military officers, a middle-aged general stepped out, cupping his fists:

"Your Majesty, although the Heavenly Strategy Army numbers only twenty thousand, they are well-trained and well-equipped. I am willing to lead the troops out to meet the enemy; I shall ensure the traitors never return!"

"Impossible!" another civil official hurriedly stepped forward, "The enemy outnumbers us tenfold; to engage them rashly is to throw eggs against a rock! I suggest we hold the city and wait for reinforcements. Heaven Dou City has high walls and thick ramparts, with enough provisions to hold out for months!"

"Reinforcements? What reinforcements?" the general sneered, "The four kingdoms have rebelled, and the Northern Border Legion is among the enemy ranks. There are no more reinforcements to be had in the entire Heaven Dou Empire! Hold? Are we just waiting to die?"

"You—!"

"Enough!"

Yan Lingji spat out the two words lightly, and the hall fell instantly silent.

She lifted her peach-blossom eyes, sweeping them across the ministers, her lips still curled in that faint, lingering smile.

Yet, beneath this seemingly calm court, the hearts of certain individuals were a different story.

In the back row of the military ranks, a burly count lowered his head, masking the flash of excitement in his eyes.

It was finally here.

Four hundred and fifty thousand troops, Prince Xue Ye, Marshal Helge.

That woman, that enchantress, would be dragged down from her pedestal today.

When the city falls, let's see how arrogant she remains.

The thought had barely formed—

"Smack!"

A resounding slap landed hard against his own face.

The count's eyes widened in disbelief. His hands would not stop.

Left hand and right hand took turns, "smack, smack, smack" in rapid succession; within moments, his cheeks were swollen.

"I... I didn't mean... smack!"

He opened his mouth to explain, only to be interrupted by another slap.

In the ranks of the civil officials, a marquis dressed in brocade was similarly rejoicing in his heart.

Prince Xue Ye had come, Marshal Helge had come; this enchantress was surely finished.

Once she was captured, he would certainly request that she be gifted to him, so he could torment her properly...

The thought had barely formed when his hands suddenly clenched into fists of their own accord, smashing violently into his own crotch.

"Bang!"

"Ah—!"

The marquis let out a miserable shriek, his face twisted, his legs clamping shut as he curled up like a shrimp.

Yet his hands refused to obey him, striking his Demon Pill again and again with brutal force.