Each Finding Their Pleasure, Settling the Course, Shining and Giving Off Heat in the Blast Furnace

The many legion commanders of Bitter Cold City desperately wanted to roar, point at Wang Quan, and unleash a torrent of curses.

This was fucking murder with a knife to the heart!

He knew perfectly well they had backed down, yet he still fucking made them admit it aloud in front of so much cannon fodder.

How humiliating!

The cultivators felt stifled, but they had to suppress all their anger and beam with delight. "Naturally, Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter won. Naturally, Fellow Daoist Ying won."

Wang Quan looked at Ying Jiaren.

The corners of Ying Jiaren's mouth rose slightly, and she nodded.

Wang Quan burst out laughing.

The many legion commanders of Bitter Cold City laughed along with him.

Toot! Toot! Toot!

The Flower Sprites blew their morning glory trumpets, producing melodious sounds.

The tiny, adorable Spirit Monsters sang and danced, carrying wine jars and pouring out fine wine.

Tables, chairs, and benches carried fine wine and delicious dishes through the city, letting the other Spirit Monsters and cultivators help themselves.

Carrying fine wine, Feng Jiliao sidled up beside Mei Niang and chatted with her.

As they chatted, Mei Niang took out a small multibarreled cannon for Feng Jiliao to examine.

Feng Jiliao sighed in admiration. "Your Far Western Land is wonderful. You actually have a Second-Layer World."

"Although the Evil inside is a bit formidable, at least you can deliver it and earn Yin Virtue!"

"It's much better than our Far Northern Land."

"The Second-Layer World hasn't been opened up this far yet, and the Underworld has only just appeared. It's simply too desolate down there, not interesting at all."

Feng Jiliao talked on and on, gradually drawing close enough for their temples to brush. "Sister Mei Niang, I've now attached three thousand big kidneys externally. I'm brimming with