Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

There might be some moral blackmail involved. But from a human perspective, your cousin has no grudge against you, and her entire family has joined you, working for you and contributing to your sect's power. Furthermore, your cousin is the wife of the brother you claim to be your sworn brother.

At this time, your cousin and sister-in-law got into trouble.

And you have the ability to help.

Any normal person would choose to help, right? This isn't about moral blackmail; after all, there's a relationship between us. Humans aren't cold-blooded animals. Even raising a cat or dog evokes some affection, let alone a close family member.

“Choosing to stand by and ignore it means you don’t think it’s worth helping,” An Zhen said calmly.

"In some ways, it's also because Ma Hongjun was a bit disappointing. With such top-tier talent, the Nine-Headed Fire Phoenix, which is not only the ultimate fire but also has the bloodline of a divine beast, should not have failed to pass the inheritance of the Fire God."

"Among you, the original Shrek Seven Devils."

"Besides Tang San and Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing can use the Soul Fusion Technique. With your assistance, they can directly rival a first-level god. You two are even more useful. One is the Nine-Colored Goddess who can assist a God King beyond her level, and the other can use the Mirror Intestine and the blood of the Asura God to unleash the Asura Blood Sword, a divine skill that even the Asura God has to pay a price to use. Even if the power is weakened to only half of the original, it can still directly severely injure or even kill a first-level god."

"But Ma Hongjun is only a second-level deity."

It's a case of unwavering support players and ever-changing offensive players.

Actually, the Phoenix God was quite powerful. We're referring to the first Phoenix God, the one slain by the Dragon God, who possessed the power of creation. However, the Dragon God later manipulated this position, demoting him from God-King to a second-tier deity.

Ning Rongrong remained silent.

Yes, why didn't Third Brother save Xiangxiang?

Is it really because Ma Hongjun and his wife are not worth Third Brother's help?
But Fatty has always been devoted to Third Brother; aren't they brothers?

The world.

An Zhen appeared beside Ning Rongrong, startling the latter into quickly retreating and staring at An Zhen with a wary expression.

An Zhen put away the crystal that sealed Ma Hongjun's god-level strength, picked up the Asura Demon Sword that had fallen to the ground, and the moment he touched the hilt, a terrifying blood-red aura erupted. A strange, bloody scent spread along An Zhen's hand holding the hilt, climbing up his wrist like a living thing and spreading across his skin. A boundless killing intent surged out, like a raging torrent, constantly impacting An Zhen's consciousness.

It seemed to be trying to corrupt Anzhen's body, turning her into a sword slave puppet who only knew how to kill.

'It's a pity I never made a copy of the Asura God Tang San.'

As for Xiao Wu's sword sheath, forget about it.

The power of the world!

A glimmer of milky white light flashed, directly engulfing the crimson threads spreading across An Zhen's skin. The contact between the two forces did not erupt into any conflict; instead, they merged naturally like streams flowing into the ocean. The terrifying killing intent remained, but it offered no resistance to the power of the world, completely losing its original arrogance.

The milky white color continuously absorbed the blood color, flowing as if it were alive, from the forearm to the wrist, and finally spreading along the fingers to the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword, flowing into the Asura Demon Sword.

A nascent awareness was born.

"Buzz~"

The Asura Demon Sword swayed gently, vibrating the air and producing a buzzing sound, as if celebrating its rebirth.

The terrifying and ferocious killing intent still flowed on the blood-red blade, but at this moment it seemed to have subsided, as if it had transformed into a flawless blood-red gem.

Seeing this, An Zhen nodded slightly in satisfaction. Consciousness is an extension of life, and no being can resist the temptation of rising to a higher level of existence. The desire to possess one's own consciousness is an instinctive yearning, let alone a super artifact with a spirit.

"This..." Ning Rongrong blinked, and upon seeing this scene, she was completely stunned.

The Asura Demon Sword has been tamed by An Zhen?!

how can that be!

That's an ultimate artifact. Apart from the killing domain that the other party copied earlier, An Zhen didn't have any knowledge of the power of Asura. Fatty only managed to master it with the help of the power of the Asura God's test.

Holding the Asura Demon Sword, An Zhen used the blade to create a sword flourish, and eerie crimson light flowed in the air, leaving behind streaks of blood.

“That’s right!” An Zhen said.

Another super artifact has been added!

"Young Master is mighty!" The God of Greed exclaimed with admiration.

This is simply defying common sense. Such a dangerous and powerful artifact was subdued so easily in the hands of the young master.

“Next,” An Zhen’s gaze fell on Ning Rongrong, whose face still bore traces of tears, “it’s time to deal with you.”

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, her face showing no sign of fear. She stood up, puffed out her chest, and raised her fair neck, displaying the haughty demeanor of a nine-colored goddess. "This time I admit defeat. Kill me or do whatever you want!"

With that, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes, awaiting death.

“He’s got some backbone,” An Zhen said. “Doesn’t he want to see Oscar one more time?”

Those few simple words directly disrupted Ning Rongrong's thoughts, and intense emotions surged within her like waves. With a "whoosh," Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, which had been red from crying, and looked at An Zhen, her complex emotions struggling within them, ultimately turning into a helpless sigh.

"You...what do you want?" Ning Rongrong finally chose to compromise, her trembling voice revealing a humility she herself was unaware of.

“There are only three outcomes for an enemy in my hands.” An Zhen’s tone was calm, as if he were facing an ordinary enemy. “Either be completely annihilated, or be half-dead and drained of their remaining value before being eliminated, or be shackled and forced to submit.”

"You—" A flash of anger crossed Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes. The other party's meaning was clearly to make her submit. Since childhood, she had been the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and now she was the high and mighty Nine-Colored Goddess. Even the trials she had experienced when she first entered Shrek Academy had never caused her such humiliation. Her pride had always been etched into her bones.

"If it weren't for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the sausage's auxiliary abilities," An Zhen's indifferent gaze fell on Ning Rongrong, with a hint of impatience, "you would already be with Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing."

It must be said that this couple's ability to support each other is truly top-notch.

Of course, Anzhen refused Oscar's sausage.

As for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, although An Zhen gave Ning Yunzhi quite a few Qiluo Tulips, both openly and secretly, growth takes time. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't have that many disciples with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, so later, some of the immortal herbs were replaced with other types of immortal herbs that could enhance talent.

Moreover, there are differences between different Nine Treasure Glazed Pagodas.

The god of greed's amused gaze fell on Ning Rongrong.

Gods submitting to mortals? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing.

"Nine-Colored Goddess." The God of Greed looked at Ning Rongrong with amusement, his tone carrying a hint of threat, "Don't be ungrateful."

However, if they could win over this couple, they would indeed have some use. Could they assist a God-King beyond their level? If what the young master said is true, then the value of this Nine-Colored Goddess is no less than that of a first-level deity.

"You'd better keep your word." Ning Rongrong said through gritted teeth. The Nine-Colored Goddess finally lowered her proud head, her long black hair cascading down, her knees pressing her blue skirt against the ground, a deep sadness welling up in her eyes.

Third brother, I'm sorry.

“The power of the seal,” Anzhen said.

"Hoo~" Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, then activated her soul power. Five-colored light rose from her body and finally condensed into a five-colored rhombus-shaped crystal in front of her chest.

An Zhen put away yet another divine crystal core and said in a commanding tone, "Release the Sea of ​​Spirit."

Ning Rongrong closed her eyes with a humiliated expression and obediently did as she was told.

An Zhen used her divine sense to imprint a spiritual mark on Ning Rongrong's spiritual sea.

"Alright," An Zhen said calmly. "Nine-Colored Goddess, I hope you still remember the etiquette you learned in the sect that was then called the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and know what you shouldn't do."

Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, glistening tears clinging to them, and her bitten lips uttered a few words, "Yes, Master... Master."

An Zhen frowned slightly, looking at the extremely beautiful goddess in front of her, feeling that something was a little strange. "The old ways are no longer in use. Call her Your Majesty. Stand up."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ning Rongrong stood up as instructed, trying her best to suppress her emotions and hide the deep sorrow and humiliation in her eyes, recalling how the servants she had seen at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had behaved.

Next up is the Oscars.

When the bloodied, battered man fell out, Ning Rongrong's barely contained emotions overflowed. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful eyes looked at An Zhen with a hint of humility.

Based on her understanding of the laws of life, An Zhen casually transformed a ball of soul power into life power and injected it directly into Oscar's body, then released his imprisoned consciousness.

Oscar opened his eyes and saw Jiaren and Anzhen beside him. His tone was slightly complicated as he said, "Rongrong."

So, Rongrong was arrested too?

Oscar wanted to say that if she had a problem, she should come at him, but thinking of how Xiao Wu and Tang Hao had insulted An Zhen earlier and how she was still tied to that pillar, having experienced two extreme emotions, he was worried that Ning Rongrong would get hurt because of it, so he pleaded in a humble tone, "Don't hurt Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong explained what had happened.

"This is also a good thing for the fat guy." Oscar forced a smile, but his eyes instantly reddened, and large tears streamed down his face.

He and Ma Hongjun were both adopted by Dean Flander. Among the Shrek Seven Devils, he knew Ma Hongjun the best. He knew how Fatty had survived all these years, but he was powerless! He couldn't save his younger siblings; he could only watch helplessly as Fatty lived like that. They had all become gods thanks to Tang San's kindness, so how could they ask for more?

Meanwhile, An Zhen was reporting what had happened to his master's wife. He had suddenly felt the spying gaze disappear. An Zhen was unaware that his actions had almost ignited a war in the divine realm. (End of Chapter)