Chapter 99: Triple Denial

Chapter 99: Three Consecutive Denials

After enduring countless hardships, Yun Yang finally broke through the blockade and reached a castle much like Melo’s, with no visible external alterations.

When the two arrived at the entrance, the massive doors slowly swung open, and He Xi stood waiting there.

Upon seeing He Xi, Zhi Xin exclaimed excitedly, “Master!”

Yun Yang expected a long-lost reunion embrace, but things proved far more complicated than anticipated.

After the cry, Zhi Xin remained obediently positioned behind He Xi. Yun Yang was utterly speechless and could not help muttering to himself that the exuberant expression looked suspiciously like a facade.

“I have the distinct feeling your gaze is quite improper, constantly peeping at me and little Zhi Xin,” He Xi observed Yun Yang’s eyes darting between them and remarked.

“I didn’t, I don’t have, don’t talk nonsense.” Yun Yang, sensing an accusation, denied it three times in succession.

At that moment, a large group of female angels caught up, and one silver-haired angel sidled up to He Xi to inquire.

“He Xi, little Zhi Xin already has a god, but it doesn’t seem to be this person. Is this your god?”

Upon hearing this, He Xi rolled her eyes and replied, “I would love a god as well. I just haven’t found one yet.”

The silver-haired angel’s eyes sparkled. She turned to the circle of angels gathered nearby and announced, “Sisters, this handsome fellow truly has no guardian angel.”

The other angels’ eyes lit up in unison, their gazes appraising Yun Yang from head to toe.

“You all play.” He Xi pulled Zhi Xin along and headed into the castle.

Yun Yang shuddered violently, convinced that remaining here would spell disaster, and hurried after them.

But as he approached the threshold, the gate remained motionless while a layer of淡金色的 golden light halo materialized before him.

Unprepared, Yun Yang collided hard with the barrier, leaving him momentarily dizzy.

Shaking his head to clear his vision, he gradually acclimated to the situation and overheard the surrounding whispers.

“He Xi really is kind to us.”

“The Heavenly King is truly marvelous. I want silver hair too.”

“I want black hair like the god’s.”

Observing the angels advancing step by step, Yun Yang trembled and leaned weakly against the barrier, pleading, “You, please don’t come over. I’m a decent person.”

The silver-haired angels drew steadily closer, now within a meter. Yun Yang immediately unfurled his wings and flapped them desperately to take flight.

He was fast, but they were faster. Two of his wings were seized by four angels and forcibly yanked back.

Seeing escape was impossible, Yun Yang surrendered and said, “Sisters, please calm down. I have a girlfriend—we really aren’t suitable.”

“Angels, the most beautiful beings in the known universe—really don’t consider it?” a certain unnamed blonde angel suggested.

“I won’t mind at all, as long as you come to 520 with me,” the silver-haired angel gripping his wings declared.

“Want a kiss? One kiss and I’m yours,” the silver-haired angel standing directly in front of him gently tapped her own fair cheek with one finger.

At this point, two little figures in Yun Yang’s mind were arguing fiercely.

White little figure: No.

Black little figure: Where no?

White little figure: You already have a girlfriend.

Black little figure: A kiss on a rose won’t be discovered.

Yun Yang then used his considerable willpower to knock the black one flying.

Epsilon Centauri star system, Pluto.

On an ancient floating spaceship hovering in space, a man clad in a blue-patterned armored suit cursed nonstop.

“Trash, this trash was killed on Earth, delaying this king’s plans.”

“Lord, the data has already aggregated. He wishes to see you.” A guard approached, knelt on one knee, and reported.

“Bring it over.” Hua Ye waved a hand.

Moments later, a virtual screen materialized before him, displaying a man whose image was slightly unrealistic.

If Yun Yang had been present, he would have instantly recognized the figure as the scum he had ambushed and slain—Su Mali.

Once the projection activated, Su Mali knelt and pressed a hand to his chest. “Lord.”

“Tell me what happened.” Hua Ye gestured for him to rise and speak.

“Lord, I appear to have been ambushed. My memories are hazy. I found an unfamiliar male angel and became like this.” Su Mali pondered briefly, then added with evident grievance.

“You’re joking. Would Heavenly Palace members assault their own leader? Think again.”

Hua Ye’s voice remained steady, yet his eyes turned frigid.

Su Mali noticed the shift and lowered his head to repeat himself.

“It was a winged male Earth human. He ambushed me and seemed to have used He Xi’s little girl’s king sword.”

“Little girl? She’s already an old auntie.” Hua Ye said with mocking inflection.

“Yes, he used He Xi the old auntie’s king sword.” Su Mali confirmed.

“I met the person who took He Xi’s king sword on Earth not long ago. Guess who?” Hua Ye suddenly leaned toward the screen.

“Subordinate does not know.”

“Galaxy Power. I don’t know what sorcery he employed, but he could actually spar with me evenly. Without ten minutes, he couldn’t have been defeated.”

Hua Ye spoke with bitter resentment, more so toward Ge Xiaolun’s uncooperative nature.

Frankly, Hua Ye now harbored doubts about Karl, questioning how a purportedly advanced void engine could allow a mere youth like Galaxy Power to match him for two exchanges. Was that truly advanced?

Yet the void engine had displayed formidable strength during the angel interception, leaving Hua Ye with an uncanny sensation. Simultaneously, he recognized Galaxy Power’s genuine power, prompting his scheme to recruit Ge Xiaolun.

“Lord, next time I will confront Galaxy Power personally. I will avenge my own grudge.” Su Mali’s face darkened in the screen.

“You can spare that thought. Galaxy Power is nearly a god now, and you’re just a second-generation. What are you planning?”

Hearing Su Mali’s words, Hua Ye had not yet spoken when Ruo Ning interrupted first.

“Dear, you’re correct. Send Su Mali to Karl’s location later, grant him a void engine as well, and have him lead the Taotie to meet those little Earth pests.”

Hua Ye halted Ruo Ning, kissed her forehead, and said.

A flicker of suppressed emotion crossed Su Mali’s eyes at the sight, swiftly vanishing. He bowed respectfully. “Thank you, my king, for your grace.”

Su Mali’s astonishment stemmed from knowing Ruo Ning as Kesha’s left-wing guard and having clashed with her, yet he never imagined she would become the king’s consort. He knew nothing of the intervening events and deemed it none of his concern.

Earth, Europa region.

Within a lavish palace, Mo Gan Na sat upon the highest throne, legs elegantly crossed, and regarded the demon below with indifference.

“Middle East—we have already clashed. Earth’s current chaos suits demonic life…”

This steam-emitting demon reported at a measured, resonant pace.

After listening, Mo Gan Na expressed displeasure. “Report faster? Can you? And what is that steam on your body? Put it out immediately.”

The demon, sensing the king’s irritation, grew flustered and extinguished the vapor at once. No longer holding back, he replied swiftly.

“Queen, I cherish my present form immensely and hope to exchange greater merits for the next miracle.”

“What else do you desire?” Mo Gan Na asked, still somewhat displeased.

The demon, however, paid no heed—he cared not, for demons recognize no taboos.

With excitement and longing, he continued.

“My subordinates are harassing China’s borders, yet I know China possesses formidable troops and countless adversaries. I hope to receive a god body or similar.”

A trace of helplessness flashed in Mo Gan Na’s eyes at these words. This little creature truly dared. Our demonic camp holds only three god bodies—one is myself, the others Atuo and Rose.

As for a reborn demon seeking a god body, that dream was impossible in this lifetime.

Atuo, standing beside the throne, was likewise stunned by the reborn demon’s naive presumption, his mouth opening in silent surprise.

“How many armies do you command?” Naturally, Mo Gan Na would not refuse outright and instead inquired.

“Globally, a total of one hundred thousand.” The reborn demon declared without hesitation, his tone carrying an unmistakable pride.

Yet such pride held no value in Mo Gan Na’s view; in her estimation, two or three soldier squads could eliminate the entire ragtag force without bloodshed.

She rested her chin on one hand and sneered, “One hundred thousand, and you still want a god body?”

“That…”

The reborn demon had not finished when Mo Gan Na cut him off.

“In that case, go topple a second-generation angel for me, and I will consider granting you a half-god body.”

“Very well. Do soldier squads count? After all, angels have seen little of us.” The reborn demon weighed his options and replied.

“Hah, they do. Moreover, it must be a second-generation angel; first-generation do not qualify. That sort of queen, I can crush a dozen with one hand.” Mo Gan Na chuckled lightly, then added.

“But I hope the queen honors her promise.” The reborn demon’s ugly face lit with triumphant glee, and he bowed.

“What? You demand a promise from me, Mo Gan Na?” Upon hearing this, Mo Gan Na’s expression shifted dramatically, and she declared coldly.

The demon king’s governing philosophy was one of fall and freedom—moralless, absolute liberty. Where could promises exist? Requesting one from her would challenge the authority of the doctrine of fall and freedom. If her theory faced doubt, she would not be angry.

“Correct, correct, forgive me, Queen. The Queen has never promised anything, but I beg you in a good mood to grant me a half-god body.”

The reborn demon detected the shift in Mo Gan Na’s tone, looked up, and saw her icy expression. Panic-stricken, he apologized profusely.

“Enough. Next.” Mo Gan Na dismissed him with a glance and waved her hand.