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Forty-eight hours.

For immortals, it's just a snap of the fingers.

Time passes quickly whether you meditate, refine elixirs, or simply daydream.

But for Yang Jian now...

These forty-eight hours were even more agonizing than when he split the mountain to save his mother.

The air pressure at the mouth of the Guanjiang River has dropped to a suffocating level.

Those 1,200 grass-root gods dared not even breathe loudly now, walking as if they had to tiptoe, for fear of making the slightest noise and triggering the volcano in the temple that was about to erupt.

In the center of the hall.

That once majestic and awe-inspiring celestial hound, capable of swallowing the moon whole.

At this moment, it's like a black carpet, slumped down in that memory foam doghouse.

It has lost weight.

Although the divine beast's constitution prevented it from actually starving to death, its mental decline was clearly visible.

Its fur was no longer glossy, and the sparkle in its eyes had disappeared.

It lay there like that, occasionally letting out a faint hum.

That voice didn't sound like she was being coquettish.

It looks like she's crying.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the divine throne, his eyes closed, seemingly engaged in cultivation.

But the red third eye mark between his eyebrows kept twitching slightly.

I simply can't calm down.

All he could hear were those irritating humming sounds.

"Damn it..."

Yang Jian cursed inwardly.

He tried to forcibly infuse spiritual power into the Celestial Hound.

The pure spiritual energy flowing into the dog's body can indeed sustain its life functions.

But this cannot fill the emptiness in my stomach.

It can't fill the void left by the unforgettable taste memories that make you feel like "once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing."

The Celestial Hound does not need spiritual power.

It needs oil.

It needs that kind of mundane pleasure of eating heartily and having a good time.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at his beloved dog, who was lying in a puddle of mud, and his eyes betrayed his barely suppressed anxiety and...heartache.

He eventually softened.

Yang Jian was a proud and aloof man throughout his life, and he had few friends.

Only this dog has accompanied him from the War of the Gods to the present.

He was a comrade-in-arms, a family member, and the only solace in his long and arduous life.

Looking at its half-dead state, Yang Jian felt as if his heart was being gripped by something.

He took a deep breath and took out his phone.

The chat group he had ignored for two days was now bustling with activity.

Because that mortal Chen Xi has started causing trouble again.

[Chen Xi]: Oh, what a worry!

[Chen Xi]: [Images][Images][Images]

Three consecutive high-definition images bombarded the visual senses of the entire Heavenly Court.

The first picture shows a piece of salmon being slow-cooked at a low temperature.

The orange-red fish meat has a distinct texture, topped with black pearl-like caviar, and garnished with emerald green dill.

The second picture shows a tomahawk steak sizzling and dripping oil over charcoal.

The burnt brown shell and the pink interior—you can almost smell the intoxicating aroma of the burnt food through the screen.

The third picture shows a bowl of milky white bone broth with a few bright red goji berries floating on top, so rich and thick it's almost overwhelming.

The accompanying text was even more infuriating.

[Chen Xi]: I don't know when the logistics will be restored.

[Chen Xi]: These were originally "molecular gastronomy" set meals prepared for a certain VIP client.

[Chen Xi]: It's a pity, it won't be fresh if it stays any longer.

[Chen Xi]: It can only be used to feed stray cats, what a waste.

The group chat exploded instantly.

[Marshal Tianpeng (Pigsy)]: @Chen Xi!!! This is a crime!

[Marshal Tianpeng (Pigsy)]: Stray cat?! You feed cats this stuff?!

[Marshal Tianpeng (Pigsy)]: I'm still here! I don't mind being a cat! Meow!

[Lei Gong]: This quality...tsk tsk, it looks much more appetizing than the dragon liver and phoenix marrow at the Peach Banquet. That dragon liver is too fishy, ​​this steak looks delicious.

【Nezha】: @Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, Three-Eyed Boy, doesn't your dog love eating meat the most? How can you tolerate this?

[Nezha]: If you don't want it, have Chen Xi give it to me! I'll use it to feed my Wind Fire Wheels!

Yang Jian gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles bulging from the excessive force.

Those pictures on the screen weren't food for him.

It's poison.

It's a blatant provocation.

He glanced at the celestial hound at his feet.

Even from several meters away, the dog's nose seemed to detect the "electronic scent" emanating from the phone.

It suddenly raised its head, and its originally cloudy eyes instantly shot out two beams of green light.

It stared intently at Yang Jian's phone.

The throat emitted that rapid, eager swallowing sound.

Saliva dripped down the corner of its mouth, wetting the expensive doghouse.

It is begging him.

With that extremely humble look in his eyes.

Yang Jian felt his face burning.

How could he, the mighty God of War of Heaven, be driven to this point by a mere dog?

He's supposed to ask a mere mortal for help?

How many pieces of meat do you want?

If word gets out, where will Erlang Shen put his face?!

No.

Absolutely not.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, his finger hovering over the input box, and typed a line of text:

"Extremely boring."

But before he could send it...

"Awooo—!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out in the main hall.

The Celestial Hound has gone mad.

It could no longer endure the torment of seeing something but not being able to eat it.

It suddenly leaped up, not towards Yang Jian, but towards the huge golden dragon pillar in the main hall.

It opened its mouth, revealing its gleaming white fangs.

He fiercely gnawed at the golden nanmu pillar that had existed for countless millennia.

"Snap!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The hard, iron-like Phoebe zhennan wood was bitten off like a crunchy biscuit by the divine dog's fangs.

The celestial dog gnawed at the food while whimpering.

It's hungry.

It's greedy.

It was bitter inside.

It needs to vent!

"Xiaotian! What are you doing?!"

Yang Jian was shocked and stood up abruptly.

But the Celestial Dog completely ignored him.

It was like a runaway shredder, frantically tearing at the pillars, then the prayer mats, then the corners of the tables.

The entire hall was instantly turned into a mess.

Wood chips, cotton wadding, and scraps of cloth flew everywhere.

That's hardly a divine dog.

That's clearly a husky sent by the demolition office!

Yang Jian stood in the eye of the storm, watching this scene, completely stunned.

He wanted to stop it, but he had raised the dog since it was a puppy, and he couldn't bear to hit it, nor could he scold it.

That profound sense of powerlessness made him even more desperate than when facing 100,000 heavenly soldiers.

"My Lord! My Lord, something terrible has happened!"

A grass-roots god rushed in, tumbling and crawling.

"That amazing dog... that amazing dog chewed the crane in the backyard bald!"

"It insisted it was a free-range chicken! It wanted to pluck its feathers and roast it!"

Yang Jian's vision went black, and he almost fell off his divine throne.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This is not a hunger strike.

This is a rebellion!

He glanced at his phone screen.

The profile picture of that mortal named Chen Xi is still lit up.

Like a quiet spider, it waits in the center of its web, watching its prey struggle to its death.

Yang Jian took a deep breath.

The breath was so deep that my lungs ached slightly.

dignity?

face?

In the face of dog hair and wood chips flying everywhere, in the face of that beloved dog that was about to go crazy.

worthless.

With trembling hands, Yang Jian deleted the phrase "utterly boring" from the chat box.

He closed his eyes, as if using all the strength he had in his life, and typed out three words.

send.

[Erlang Manifests His Divine Power]: Name your price.

Meanwhile, at Base 001, thousands of miles away.

Chen Xi looked at the three words that popped up on the screen.

He put down the teacup he was holding.

Turning his head, he smiled broadly at Li Guobang, who was standing nervously in front of the monitor.

"Old Li."

"Prepare the contract."

"Our instructors have arrived."