Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

The sea boiled, and turbid waves surged into the sky. Hundreds of seemingly indestructible ironclad warships of the Rakshasa Kingdom were instantly transformed into a bubbling pot of molten iron by Xiao Nianrong's breath of pure golden innate true fire. The hundred giant cannons that had once terrified the world were reduced to ashes along with the alien soldiers on board before they could even fire a single dud.

The scorching steam, carrying a strong, acrid smell, spread in all directions. General Peter's knees buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the ruins of White Cloud City Square. His magnificent velvet coat was charred yellow by the heat, and he clutched his hair tightly, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"God...this is beyond human power...this is divine punishment! It's the end of the world!" General Peter roared incoherently, his crotch already soaked.

Even the wooden Taoist, seated on the tiger-skin chair, could no longer maintain his sinister and eerie demeanor. The two shimmering green flames in his eye sockets flickered violently, like candles in the wind. He had spent ten long years in hiding, even selling his soul to alien races in the stars, to acquire this inhuman, ghostly aura of death, believing he could crush the might of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion under his feet today.

And what happened? They didn't even draw their swords. A three-year-old girl blew a breath and burned his proud Black Dragon Fleet to ashes.

"Impossible... I don't believe it! Chen Yanzhou, don't be so arrogant!" The Wooden Daoist bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto his longsword. He roared to the sky like a crazed ghost, "Since you're courting death, then stay on this Flying Immortal Island and be buried with me! Nine Netherworld Annihilation Formation, activate!"

With his roar that tore through his vocal cords, the entire crust of Flying Immortal Island emitted a teeth-grinding rumble. From beneath the plaza, countless foul-smelling, dark green pillars of light shot into the sky, intertwining to form a massive skull array that completely sealed off an area spanning dozens of miles. This array was fueled by the vengeful spirits of thousands of martial arts masters; once detonated, it would be enough to blast the entire island and the surrounding sea into a death zone.

Lu Xiaofeng's face turned pale, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown: "That old blockhead has gone mad! He's going to detonate the earth's veins! Brother Chen, quickly protect your wife and Nianrong!"

Chu Liuxiang also gripped the folding fan tightly, the ribs cracking as he squeezed them, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Faced with this devastating force, Chen Yanzhou didn't even blink. He stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white casual clothes fluttering in the wind. He turned his head to look at Xiao Nianrong sitting on the ground.

"Girl, does the smell that old man made smell good?"

Little Nianrong pinched her nose, her chubby face full of disgust, and fanned herself vigorously with her other hand: "It stinks! It smells like a rotten egg that's been sitting out for three days and three nights! Daddy, I don't want to smell this!"

"Alright. Father will have him take the flavor back." Chen Yanzhou smiled faintly.

He slowly raised his right foot, the black and gold sole of his boot facing the ground that was churning with dark green death energy, and stomped lightly with utter casualness.

"Disperse."

One word: No earth-shattering bursts of true energy, no flashy special effects.

The instant the boot touched the ground, an absolute will that disregarded all rules of heaven and earth swept across the entire Flying Immortal Island, centered on Chen Yanzhou. The Nine Netherworld Heaven-Slaying Array, which was said to be able to destroy the heavens and the earth, didn't even make a muffled sound. It was like a sandcastle encountering a tsunami, collapsing and disintegrating directly.

The deathly aura receded like a tide, and the soaring black-green pillar of light vanished without a trace in mid-air, leaving not even a ripple. Sunlight once again shone on White Cloud City Square, as if everything that had just happened was merely a hallucination of the Wood Daoist.

"Pfft—!" The formation was forcibly erased, and the wooden Taoist suffered an extremely terrifying backlash from the laws. He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His bones made a series of cracking sounds, and he slumped on the steps like a lump of mud, completely stripped of the strength to even move a finger.

"Old blockhead, is that all you've got? You dare to boast about taking half of my kingdom?" Chen Yanzhou strolled leisurely up the white jade steps, looking down at the former Wudang master.

The Wooden Daoist stared intently at Chen Yanzhou, his eyes filled with extreme fear and resentment: "You... are you a human or a ghost...? This is impossible! I borrowed the power of the Starry Sky Ruler, how could you possibly kill me with a single kick..."

"Starry Sky Ruler? You mean that fat worm in the East Sea that my daughter roasted?" Chen Yanzhou sneered, stomping his right foot directly on the wooden Taoist's face. With a slight press of his boot, the sound of the skull cracking under the weight could be heard. "Even your master has been reduced to ashes by me. What are you, a spineless stray dog, barking about?"

Before Mu Daoren could continue begging for mercy, Chen Yanzhou formed his five fingers into a claw and directly gripped the top of Mu Daoren's head. The golden-blue chaotic true energy brutally tore through the opponent's mental defenses and directly extracted the deepest memories from his mind.

A series of piercing screams echoed across the square. The surviving Rakshasa soldiers and Japanese ronin were terrified, dropping their weapons and kneeling on the ground, kowtowing desperately.

Just three breaths later, Chen Yanzhou released his grip. The wooden Taoist's eyes had turned completely grayish-white, his soul crushed into dust, leaving only a lifeless shell. A wisp of Netherworld Fire spewed from Wangcai's mouth, instantly incinerating the mangled body into ashes.

"Brother Chen, what did you find?" Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, looked at the ashes on the ground, and couldn't help but shrink back.

"That old bastard, he's never one to sit still." Chen Yanzhou took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, then casually tossed it into the wind. A chilling glint flashed in his eyes. "He not only colluded with the Black Dragon Fleet of the Rakshasa Kingdom, but also gave a batch of martial arts manuals from the Central Plains martial arts world to the remnants of the Japanese Amaterasu who fled to the Korean Peninsula. Those Japanese dwarfs, in conjunction with the Rakshasa Kingdom's garrison in the far north, are secretly excavating an ancient star vein at the foot of Changbai Mountain, attempting to create a 'Greater East Asia Divine Legion' that is not bound by the laws of nature."

"Changbai Mountain? That's the border between the Great Jin Kingdom and our Great Ming Dynasty. These red-haired devils and Japanese devils have really stretched their reach far." Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, his eyes turning cold.

"If they've reached so far, just chop them off." Chen Yanzhou turned around and looked at the remaining alien soldiers in the square who were still kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Daddy! What should we do with these red-haired monkeys and dwarfs?" Xiao Nianrong rode over on her mutated giant wolf, holding a fine gold musket she had taken from a Rakshasa soldier, and curiously peering into the barrel.

"Girl, do you remember what your father taught you just now?" Chen Yanzhou bent down, took the dangerous musket from his daughter's hand, and casually crushed it into an iron ball before throwing it on the ground.

"Remember! Don't even leave the ashes of bad people!" the little girl answered in her childish voice, then widened her eyes and pointed at the people kneeling on the ground, "Big Black, dinner's ready! Don't get the bricks in the square dirty!"

Wangcai let out a brutal wolf howl, its body transforming into a black whirlwind as it pounced into the crowd. It didn't even bother biting; instead, it opened its blood-red maw, unleashing a torrent of ghostly fire like splashed ink. The alien soldiers writhed wildly in the flames, barely managing a half-scream before being completely vaporized, leaving not even a scrap of cloth behind.

On the other side, Huang Rong had already unleashed a gentle burst of Nine Yin True Qi, freeing all the disciples of the South Sea Sword Sect who were bound to the bronze cross. Although these men were tortured and covered in wounds, the moment they landed, without exception, they forced themselves to kneel down in unison towards Chen Yanzhou.

"The entire South Sea Sword Sect kowtows to thank our master for saving our lives! We failed to defend Flying Immortal Island, and deserve to die!" The leading disciple's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted everyone up: "It's none of your business. These insects borrowed the death energy from beyond the realm, it's normal that you couldn't withstand it. Take good care of your injuries, you don't need to guard Flying Immortal Island anymore, I will have the Zhenyuan Navy send an ironclad warship to be stationed there permanently."

He looked up at the sky; the sun was already setting.

"Alright, we've been out for long enough, it's time to go back." Chen Yanzhou reached out and picked up Xiao Nianrong. "Little girl, we haven't finished our seafood lunch yet, are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry! I want to eat that really big crab claw!" Xiao Nianrong obediently leaned on Chen Yanzhou's shoulder.

The void rift was ripped open once more, and the family of three, along with the giant wolf and two henchmen, stepped into it. On the plaza of Flying Immortal Island, only a patch of molten iron, not yet dried, and the fanatical gazes of the South Sea Sword Sect disciples remained.

Chapter 500

Chang'an, Tian Ce Mansion. Inside the study of the inner quarters, a chaotic farce is currently unfolding.

On the fine rosewood desk lay a sheet of Xuelang paper, a tribute from Xuancheng. The paper, which should have been covered with the neatly written Thousand Character Classic, was instead depicted as a large, menacing tortoise. Beside it, the precious Duan inkstone was nearly empty, and the large black dog, Wangcai, lay beside the desk, its black nose smeared with ink, innocently sneezing.

Huang Rong held a feather duster in her hand, her chest heaving slightly with anger, her eyebrows raised, as she chased after the figure in the red jacket with gold patterns all over the room.

"Chen Nianrong! You stop right there! I told you to copy Zhang Xu's calligraphy, and what did you do? You took a wolf-hair brush and used it to draw dark circles under Wangcai's eyes? Look at what you've drawn on this paper! A girl like you has no manners at all! You come here, I'm going to give you a couple of slaps today!"

"I don't want to! Writing is no fun at all. The brush is so soft, it can't even kill a fly!" Little Nianrong nimbly weaved between the rows of bookshelves, her short legs moving incredibly fast. Every now and then, she would turn back and make a face at her mother. "Mommy lied! You said you'd hit me twice, but you always hit me three times! It hurts!"

"You dare talk back?!" Huang Rong quickened her pace.

Just as she was about to be swept away by the feather duster, Xiao Nianrong slammed on the brakes, skillfully changed direction, and crashed directly into the broad embrace of someone who had just stepped into the study, like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Oh dear, my little darling, what did you do to make your mother angry again?" Chen Yanzhou caught his daughter steadily, picked her up, and wiped away a streak of ink from her cheek, his face full of doting affection.

"Daddy, help! Mommy's going to hit me with a feather duster!" Xiao Nianrong clung tightly to Chen Yanzhou's neck, burying her face in his neck and skillfully putting on a pitiful look.

Huang Rong, holding a feather duster, stopped three steps away, looking at the father and daughter with utter fury: "You're still protecting her! Look at the mess she's made! She deliberately added gunpowder from the Western Regions to a perfectly good Duan inkstone, almost blowing up this study! If she continues like this, she'll tear Chang'an down completely sooner or later!"

"Let them demolish it, we can just have the Shenji Battalion build another one." Chen Yanzhou smiled nonchalantly, holding his daughter in one arm and casually wrapping his other arm around his wife's waist. He kissed Huang Rong on the cheek. "Children are just at that mischievous age. As for that pedantic, scholarly thing like writing, it's fine if they don't learn it. Even if my daughter, Chen Yanzhou, can't read a single character, who in this world dares to say a bad word about her?"

"You...you're just spoiling me! You'll never get married in the future, you'll have a lot to worry about!" Huang Rong's cheeks flushed slightly, she glared at her husband, and finally put down the feather duster in her hand.

"Who said I'm going to get married? I'm going to go with Daddy to fight bad guys and set them on fire for the rest of my life!" Little Nianrong poked her head out as soon as the danger was over and waved her chubby fists to declare.

Chen Yanzhou laughed heartily, "Did you hear that? My daughter is so capable! Like father, like daughter. Come on, Daddy will take you out to play. We won't have to smell the ink here anymore."

Just then, steady footsteps sounded outside the study. Song Que, the Pavilion Master of the Northern Pavilion of the World Alliance, clad in light black iron armor, strode into the courtyard. Seeing his master soothing a child, he stopped at the door, knelt on one knee, and reported in a deep voice:

"My lord, urgent message from the north. Something has happened in the Liaodong Peninsula and the Changbai Mountains area."

Chen Yanzhou's smile faded slightly. He placed Xiao Nianrong on Wangcai's back and walked out of the study: "Speak."

"Following the clues you obtained from the soul-searching, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's spies investigated deep into the border area between the Korean Peninsula and Changbai Mountain. They discovered that the remnants of the Japanese who escaped from the East Sea, in alliance with the Rakshasa Kingdom's garrison in the Far East, established a fortress there called 'New Takamagahara.'" Song Que's tone was laced with suppressed murderous intent. "They not only enslaved tens of thousands of people from the Ming and Korean empires there, mining ancient star veins day and night, but they also captured a large number of young boys and girls to sacrifice to the mutated 'Yata no Origami' brought down from the stars. Dozens of local martial arts sects were slaughtered last night, their heads displayed as a warning on the snow-capped peaks of Changbai Mountain!"

"New Takamagahara? Yatagarasu?" Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into an extremely cold smile. The temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, and even the koi in the pond were frightened and sank to the bottom of the water.

"These Japanese dwarfs, they never learn their lesson. I crushed one of their emperors in the Bohai Bay, I roasted their creator in the East China Sea, and now they dare to come to my northern border to claim territory and declare themselves kings?"

"Daddy! Is some ugly monster bullying me?" Little Nianrong, riding on her big black dog, poked her head out of the study, her big eyes shining with excitement. "They're digging for stones over there? I want to go too! I'm going to turn all their stones into lava!"

Chen Yanzhou turned to look at his daughter, his murderous aura instantly transforming into extreme tenderness. He walked over and ruffled her hair: "Alright. Since they like to hide in the snow and ice, then Daddy will take you to bring them some warmth. Go, have your mother put that snow fox fur cloak on you, and we'll go to Changbai Mountain to set off a big firework display."

"Yay!" The little girl cheered and ran into the inner room, tugging at Huang Rong's clothes.

Song Que stood up and asked, "My lord, should we mobilize the Great Snow Dragon Riders to march north? It is said that the fortress is garrisoned with 30,000 Rakshasa Musketeers and several thousand Fusang warriors who have been mutated by consuming star minerals."

"Thirty thousand insects, do they even deserve to make the Great Snow Dragon Riders draw their swords?" Chen Yanzhou looked up at the northern sky with his hands behind his back. "Go and bring out that 'Zhenyuan' mechanical flying boat that the Divine Machine Battalion just built. My daughter and I will go. While we're at it, let's inform Zhang Juzheng to prepare to take over the administration of the Liaodong Peninsula. After today, no foreign tribe will dare to set foot there again."

Half an hour later, a deep rumble echoed across the sky above Chang'an. A massive mechanical flying ship, hundreds of feet long and forged entirely from meteorite iron, pierced through the clouds like a giant, black Kun (a mythical fish), speeding towards the northeast. At the bow of the flying ship, Chen Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, while Xiao Nianrong, wearing a fluffy snow fox cloak, rode on the back of Wangcai, who had transformed into a three-foot-tall creature, excitedly shouting and yelling against the fierce winds high in the sky.

The heavens over this land are about to change again.

Chapter 501

Changbai Mountain, beneath Tianchi Lake.

The once pristine, snow-capped mountain is now shrouded in a nauseating, dark red aura of death. A massive crater has been blasted open in the mountain, exposing a vast mineral vein that runs deep into the earth. The ore emits a ghostly green glow; it is "meteorite," containing a high concentration of cosmic death energy.

Surrounding the mine is a vast and sturdy fortress—"New Takamagahara". The fortress walls are densely packed with the latest adamantite cannons of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and tens of thousands of Rakshasa musketeers wearing heavy cold-weather armor patrol back and forth on the walls.

At the bottom of the mine, tens of thousands of ragged, emaciated Chinese and Korean laborers were driven day and night by Japanese ronin wielding barbed whips, digging for ore. Anyone who slowed down or collapsed from exhaustion was immediately beheaded by the ronin, their body carelessly kicked into a large pool of blood nearby.

In the center of the blood pool stood a white bone altar. Perched on the altar was a gigantic, three-clawed, black-feathered monstrous bird. This was the Yatagarasu, a mutated demon beast corrupted by the deathly aura of the starry sky. It greedily absorbed the blood energy emanating from the blood pool.

Inside a luxurious wooden building in the center of the fortress, the current supreme commander of Fusang, known as "Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami" and the successor of the Sword Saint, sat cross-legged on a tiger skin. Before him was a small table with a pot of warm sake and a plate of sliced ​​sashimi. Opposite him sat Grand Duke Ivan, commander-in-chief of the Far East Fleet of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

A chilling smile played on Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's lips as he raised his wine cup. "Grand Duke Ivan need not worry. Ancient formations are hidden within the ley lines of Changbai Mountain. We will offer the blood of the Chinese as a sacrifice to the Yatagarasu. Once the divine bird fully awakens, its celestial poisonous flames will be enough to instantly melt even a Celestial Realm expert. No matter how strong Chen Yanzhou is, he is still just a mortal. Once we gather enough ore…"

Before he could finish speaking, the wine glass on the table suddenly began to shake violently without warning, and the sake inside rippled in dense circles.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening thunderclap exploded over Changbai Mountain!

It wasn't thunder, but a sonic boom produced by some extremely large object forcibly tearing through the clouds.

The two suddenly stood up and rushed out of the wooden building. Looking up, they saw the gloomy snow sky split in two. A hundred-foot-long, jet-black flying ship, exuding a terrifying aura, hovered silently above the fortress like a world-destroying beast. The enormous shadow of the flying ship completely shrouded the entire New Takamagahara Fortress in darkness.

"Enemy attack! Fire! Shoot that wrecked ship down!" Grand Duke Ivan roared hoarsely.

The 30,000 Rakshasa musketeers and artillerymen on the city wall seemed to awaken from a dream, frantically turning the cannons. Hundreds of adamantine cannons roared simultaneously, and a dense barrage of shells, trailing green flames, rained down on the flying ship in the sky like a reversed meteor shower.

Just then, a clear, childlike voice, yet filled with boundless arrogance, came from the bow of the flying boat.

"Listen up, you ugly freaks who look like red-haired monkeys and short, scrawny monsters! Hand over your iron pipes, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse! Otherwise, I'll roast you all into charcoal!"

As the words fell, a small figure wearing a snow fox cloak rode a mutated black giant wolf that was three zhang long and leaped directly off the flying boat a hundred zhang high in the sky.

Facing the overwhelming barrage of death energy shells, Xiao Nianrong didn't even blink. She opened her small mouth and took a deep breath.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A pure golden innate true fire, even more dazzling than the sun, transformed into a golden fire dragon hundreds of feet long, roaring as it met the barrage of cannonballs.

There was no suspense whatsoever. Those cannons, powerful enough to shatter the city walls, were instantly vaporized into nothingness in mid-air the moment they came into contact with the innate true fire! The fire dragon continued its momentum, like a celestial river pouring down, and slammed heavily into the fortress's sturdy bluestone walls.

"Sizzle—!"

A series of agonizing screams echoed through the snow-capped mountains. The tens of thousands of Rakshasa soldiers on the city wall had no chance to escape. Their heavy armor instantly melted into molten iron, scalding them alive. Then, along with their bones and blood, they were burned to ashes by the Daoist fire. A section of the city wall, hundreds of feet long, was completely flattened from Changbai Mountain by this single blow.

"Amaterasu Omikami... that's the golden fire that wiped out our main force in the East Sea! That little demon has arrived!" Yagyu Tajima-no-kami looked at the terrifying golden wall of fire, his legs trembling so badly that he lost even the courage to draw his sword.

Grand Duke Ivan was so frightened that he sat down on the snow with a thud, his fat body trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Nianrong, riding Wangcai, landed steadily on the edge of the mine pit. Looking down at the terrified Japanese ronin and overseers, she waved her little hand: "Dahei, bite those bad guys with whips to death! Don't let them hurt the people digging stones inside!"

Wangcai let out a brutal wolf howl and transformed into a black lightning bolt, plunging into the mine. Its sharp claws and fangs imbued with ghostly fire made it a one-sided massacre against these ordinary Japanese ronin. In just a few breaths, hundreds of overseers at the bottom of the mine were torn to shreds.

"Insolence! How dare you destroy my sacred land!"

In the center of the blood pool, the mutated Yatagarasu was finally awakened by the commotion. It let out a piercing screech, suddenly spread its ten-zhang-long wings, whipping up a foul-smelling gust of wind, and soared into the air. Dense starlight death energy swirled around its three claws, and it opened its sharp beak, spitting a ball of ghastly green poisonous flames at Xiao Nianrong at the edge of the mine.

"What an ugly crow!" Xiao Nianrong frowned, just about to unleash her fury.

An extremely calm voice suddenly rang out over the entire Changbai Mountain.

"How dare that bristling, death-tainted beast spit on my daughter?"

Chen Yanzhou had left the flying boat at some point. Dressed in black robes, he stood with his hands behind his back in the void, quietly watching the giant demonic bird swooping down. Without any fancy movements, he simply raised his right index finger and gently pressed it down on the Yatagarasu.

"fall."

Words spoken become law, resonating with the Way of Heaven.

An irresistible and terrifying force of law instantly descended upon the mutated Yatagarasu. The pale green poisonous flames were instantly annihilated in mid-air, and the Yatagarasu's proud mutated body crashed into an unseen ancient divine mountain. With a loud "crack," its hard bones shattered inch by inch, and it fell straight down from mid-air with a mournful cry, crashing heavily onto the white bone altar beside the blood pool.

The altar collapsed, and the Yatagarasu was pressed firmly to the ground by the terrifying gravity, unable to even flap its wings, and blood gushed out from its feathers.

Chen Yanzhou strolled down from the void as if walking in his own backyard. He landed at the bottom of the mine, not even glancing at the demonic bird struggling for its life, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Yagyu Tajima-no-kami and Grand Duke Ivan in the distance.

"Did they ask for my permission to mine on my turf?" Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a deathly smile.

Knowing he was doomed, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami drew his famous sword, "Yubashiri," from his waist, channeling all his inner energy into the blade, and charged at Chen Yanzhou like a madman: "Chen Yanzhou! I, a great Japanese samurai, would rather be destroyed than live in dishonor! I will slay the god of death with one strike!"

A fierce blade of light, ten zhang long, cleaved through the air amidst the wind and snow.

Chen Yanzhou stood still, without even raising his hand. He merely glanced at the blade's edge.

"Bang!"

The blade's aura, supposedly capable of cleaving waterfalls, shattered instantly, as if striking an invisible iron wall, just three feet away from Chen Yanzhou. The force of the recoil instantly turned Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's hands, gripping the sword, into a bloody mist. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall and turning into a pile of minced meat.

Grand Duke Ivan, seeing this, completely broke down. He scrambled towards Chen Yanzhou, kowtowing repeatedly: "Great Ruler of the Divine Land... I surrender! I am the Grand Duke of the Rakshasa Kingdom, I can buy my life with gold! Please have mercy!"

"Mercy?" Chen Yanzhou walked up to him, looking down at the red-haired fat man. "You treat my people like slaves, mining here, and now you're talking to me about mercy?"

Chen Yanzhou raised his foot and stomped directly on Grand Duke Ivan's chest. A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the heart of this high-ranking general from the Rakshasa Kingdom was crushed, and he was dead.

After doing all this, Chen Yanzhou turned his head and looked at the huge star vein that exuded deathly aura.

"This kind of filth is really an eyesore to leave on this land."

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, and suddenly lifted it upwards towards the vein that stretched for miles.

"rise!"

The earth trembled, and the snow-capped peaks roared. Before the horrified eyes of tens of thousands of laborers, the meteorite vein, buried deep underground and weighing millions of kilograms, was actually uprooted from the ground by Chen Yanzhou using pure law power! Countless fragments of stone tumbled down, and the huge vein, emitting a ghostly green light, floated in mid-air, like a dead dragon.

"Girl, burn this pile of broken stones clean and use them to warm our people," Chen Yanzhou instructed casually.

"Alright!" Xiao Nianrong rode Wangcai over at breakneck speed, her little belly bulging out as a ball of innate true fire, even purer than before, burst forth.

The Dao Fire enveloped the massive mineral vein, preventing an explosion and instead forcefully vaporizing the deathly energy of the starry sky within. The seemingly indestructible meteorites melted under the extreme heat into drops of crystal-clear spiritual liquid, transforming into a warm spiritual rain that showered upon the rescued laborers. The frostbite and whip marks on the laborers' bodies miraculously healed the instant they came into contact with the spiritual rain.

Tens of thousands of people knelt down in the snow, weeping uncontrollably, worshipping the man who was like a god.

Chen Yanzhou picked up Xiao Nianrong, who had just set the fire and was now boasting about her accomplishment, glanced at the falling snow, and turned to walk towards the flying boat.

"Let's go home. The pork rib soup your mother made is getting cold."