Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The Empress swept across the land, pacified the barbaric wilderness, unified the world, and ended the chaotic world of cultivation. Her merits were unparalleled and would last for eternity.

Today is the day she ascends the throne.

The moment the empress ascended the throne, the heavens and earth seemed to boil, and auspicious omens descended.

The officials and the people gathered in the palace square, eager to witness the birth of history.

The palace was towering and imposing, and the altar, covered with silk brocade, shone with dazzling light.

Accompanied by majestic music, the entire palace, inside and out, was filled with solemnity and reverence.

The Empress wore a dazzling dragon robe, her countenance solemn and composed, like the bright moon in the night sky.

Holding an extremely cold spear, she stood firmly on the throne, her eyes resolute and unwavering, as if she held the power over the entire world.

With a resounding declaration, the Empress officially ascended the throne. The powerful congratulations of her ministers echoed in her ears.

"May you live a long and healthy life!"

"Heavenly might resounds!"

"Attracting worldwide attention!"

May your descendants last a thousand generations!

These words encapsulate the people's powerful admiration and worship for the Empress.

At noon, the sun hung high in the sky, shining on the empress and making her figure appear solemn and dignified.

Firecrackers crackled and fireworks burst forth, instantly illuminating the entire city. The colorful lights seemed to proclaim the glorious moment of the Empress's ascension to the throne.

The Empress rose from her throne and walked slowly along the magnificent imperial road.

Her steps were powerful and firm, each step demonstrating her determination and wisdom to rule the world.

The soldiers stood in neat rows on both sides, their resounding footsteps echoing through the sky, as if opening the door to the long history of the cultivation world.

The Empress looked up at the sky, gazing affectionately at the dazzling stars.

The scene of the Empress's ascension to the throne was glorious and solemn, and every detail exuded a powerful and awe-inspiring force.

The entire scene was like a vast and magnificent painting, showcasing the Empress's majesty and greatness, while also leading the entire cultivation world into a new era.

Just as Fan Zui was feeling rather bored, a commotion suddenly broke out around him.

Upon closer listening, it was discovered that the first thing the Empress did after ascending the throne was to recruit handsome men to expand her harem.

Such actions naturally attracted countless criticisms and condemnations.

However, no one could stop this powerful and invincible empress from taking in male concubines.

Understanding the whole story, he smiled faintly, never expecting that the witch also wanted to unify the world and build a harem to collect male concubines.

I guess many women have this dream, right?

However, he wasn't interested in these things; he'd rather find a quiet place to cultivate.

Time is precious.

The City of Daughters is truly bizarre. All he can do is cultivate as quickly as possible to improve his strength in order to cope with any possible dangers.

As for becoming a gigolo, that's absolutely impossible.

A true man, born between heaven and earth, would never compromise his principles.

If you're going to do something, be an emperor. Who wants to be a gigolo?

That is impossible.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

When he reappeared, he was being escorted to the inner palace by two skilled eunuchs.

Moreover, she had already been bathed and smelled nice, wrapped in a blanket, and sent to the Empress's palace.

"???"

Is that witch insane? What kind of daydream is she having now?

Why can't we just let him cultivate properly?

Are dreams really this illogical?

Why can't I let him go in every dream? Are they still not willing to give up?

In my dreams, I am the man you can never have!

Even if you wash it clean and put it right in front of your mouth, I don't think you'll actually eat it.

Suddenly, he remembered the teeth marks on his shoulder, and his heart skipped a beat.

Could something have changed in the dream, and there aren't so many restrictions now?

What if...?

She's taken in so many male lovers, could it be that they've already... you know?

The next moment, a murderous aura soared into the sky.

Wielding a fifty-meter-long broadsword, he leaped into the air and cleaved towards the entire palace.

With the fifty-meter-long broadsword in hand, one could immediately feel the chill of the blade, and a fierce aura permeated the surroundings.

His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he could see right through people's hearts.

With a single horizontal slash, dust billowed up, as if the world itself trembled.

With a loud bang, the stone shattered everywhere, and fragments flew like rain, turning into countless flashes of light.

Space seemed to lose its balance, and a distorted ripple spread from the blade, stirring up a terrifying wave of power.

The burst of energy pressed down on the surrounding airflow, and the heavens and earth seemed to tremble. The palace echoed with the power of the sword as it cleaved down.

That strike seemed to carry the power of destruction, earth-shattering and causing the space itself to tremble.

The air was thick with the stench of blood; corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

The entire scene was filled with an exaggerated and terrifying atmosphere, as if a messenger from hell had descended to earth, causing the world to tremble.

The eeriness and fear he had experienced in the City of Daughters over the past few days were now fully unleashed.

Wherever the broadsword passes, there is death and no one survives.

He killed all three hundred male concubines with a single stroke, separating their heads from their bodies.

Within the palace, the gathering place and residence of male concubines, was a sea of ​​heads, with blood and gore filling the air.

Finally, a figure in a dragon robe broke through the air and arrived.

The empress wore a dragon robe, embroidered with shimmering gold thread that outlined majestic dragon patterns that ravaged the heavens and earth.

The dragon's image is so lifelike, with every scale so meticulously detailed, that you can almost feel the dragon's power emanating from the robe.

Her posture was upright and powerful, exuding confidence and dominance.

Her eyebrows were curved like a crescent moon, and her eyes were like bright stars, revealing a resolute and decisive light.

His nostrils flared slightly, exuding an aura of imposing authority and domineering presence.

Her long hair was gently gathered at the back of her head, shimmering with the luster of black pearls, like a ribbon in the night.

The jeweled hair ornaments on her forehead sparkled, adorning her hairline and adding a touch of solemnity and elegance.

Looking down at the boy who was already bloodthirsty, she parted her high nose and red lips slightly, revealing a thoughtful smile.

This smile contained both a charming shyness and a majestic authority over all living beings.

He exuded a powerful aura, dominating the entire area.

The empress, dressed in a dragon robe, exuded a heroic and dignified aura, combining majesty and charm, seemingly showcasing all the allure and wisdom a woman could possess.

Seeing that the boy seemed to be glaring at him with gritted teeth, Li Hanqiu suddenly felt an indescribable joy and pleasure.

"You seem very angry about this?"

Ignoring the fifty-meter-long broadsword in Fan Zui's hand, which was already covered in blood, she floated straight over and came to his side.

She playfully hooked his chin, and immediately felt a soft and warm touch, leaving a faint electric-like sensation on his skin.

Her fingers were delicate and soft, gently gliding across his chin, outlining pleasing lines.

At that moment, his heart raced.

At this moment, the witch's unique and alluring charm was fully displayed.

Although it was just a simple action, it stirred up a deep impulse within him.

I had a thought of just letting myself sink into it.

Chapter 72 [The Witch in My Lap]

This witch is as alluring as ever, making it hard to resist her charm.

As she spoke, her charming voice was as soft and sweet as silk, full of allure and warmth.

It makes people unconsciously become engrossed in it.