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Base 001, three underground floors.

This was originally a closed laboratory used to test depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles.

The walls even still bear the marks of high-temperature ablation left from the previous test.

At this moment, however, this place has been transformed into an extremely bizarre top-notch film studio.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no smell of gunpowder.

The air was filled with a pungent, expensive perfume scent, which had been deliberately applied to get everyone in the room into the right mood.

Dozens of top-of-the-line, expensive photography lights, like heavy artillery, were set up around the track.

The beams of light intertwined, illuminating the small central booth as if it were a sacred altar.

"Make the lighting even harsher!"

Chen Xi sat in the director's chair, still holding the chipped enamel mug in his hand.

He crossed his legs, his tone even more stern than when commanding a battle involving ten thousand men.

"I want that metallic texture, that cold, aloof, and unapproachable sharpness."

"Don't give me any soft focus filters, those are for minor online celebrities."

"What I want is the Queen's scepter, a blade that can pierce the heart!"

In front of him.

Zhang Yi, China's highest-paid director who has won numerous international gold awards, is currently lying face down on the cold track car with his butt sticking out.

He was covered in sweat, his clothes were soaked through and stuck to his back.

The macro camera in his hand, worth millions, was moving slowly with micron-level precision.

The camera wasn't focused on any big star, nor on any national treasure.

Instead, it was a small lipstick lying quietly on black velvet.

TF16, Tomato Red.

Under the spotlight of several kilowatts, the almost invisible oil film on the surface of the ointment refracts a captivating ruby-like luster.

"Mr. Chen, this is the 108th time."

Zhang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead; his hands were trembling.

"This is just a lipstick promotion video, is it really necessary to use the same level of production quality as filming a National Day military parade?"

"Even filming a rocket launch isn't this exhausting!"

Chen Xi lowered his head and gently blew away the tea leaves floating in the teacup, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Director Zhang, you have vision."

"In your lens, it's lipstick, a chemical product, a mixture of oils and pigments."

"But in the eyes of my clients."

Chen Xi put down his teacup and leaned forward.

Those dark eyes stared intently at that splash of red through the monitor, as if it weren't just a color, but a flowing desire.

"That's a scepter."

"It is the scepter to rule the harem, outshine all other beauties, and make rivals kneel on the ground singing 'Conquest'."

"What you're photographing isn't a commodity, it's the dream they've been missing for thousands of years."

Li Guobang stood in the corner, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

He was completely unaware that the cigarette ash had fallen onto the floor.

As he watched this scene, he felt that his materialistic values, which he had upheld for decades, had been shattered once again.

Utilize national-level strategic resources.

Please hire the best director.

They even brought in the principal cellist of the Berlin Philharmonic to provide live accompaniment.

Just to make a product promotion video for a bunch of gods?

This world is crazy.

"Old Li, stop making that face."

Chen Xi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, speaking without turning around.

"Is the new production line ready?"

Li Guobang was taken aback, and subconsciously straightened his back, as if he had returned to basic training.

"Ready! The fully automated cosmetic filling line has been tested and commissioned by Nissan..."

"Who said it was cosmetics?"

Chen Xi turned around, a meaningful smile on his face.

That smile revealed a greed that would make even capitalists weep, yet also concealed the cunning of a strategist who schemes to dominate the world.

"Preheat all the military smelting furnaces for me."

"Turn the temperature up to the maximum, as high as possible."

"What we're about to take on is a tough nut to crack, one that even Lao Tzu's furnace couldn't melt."

Li Guobang's eyes widened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He vaguely guessed what it was, but he couldn't believe it.

The video production is complete.

The entire episode lasts 45 seconds.

There are no lines of dialogue, only stirring symphonic music, which builds up layer by layer with the progress of the scenes until the climax.

In the scene, her red lips burned like a raging fire, as if they could ignite the entire screen.

Every frame is as beautiful as an oil painting.

Finally, a line of gold-embossed text, accompanied by the heavy strike of a timpani, appears on the black background:

This is more than just a lipstick.

This is the glory of your coronation as king.

Chen Xi's finger hovered over the send button, pausing for a second.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

Click.

send.

Target: [Heavenly Court Chat Group].

The chat group, which was originally as lively as a vegetable market, instantly became quiet the moment this video was posted.

Dead silence.

An eerie silence.

There were no emojis flooding the screen, no "wanting to buy" messages, and even the Giant Spirit God, who usually loved to chat in the group and would send "Have you eaten yet?" messages all the time, was silent.

But this was definitely not an awkward silence.

It was a suffocating calm before the storm.

Those were hundreds of immortals, holding their breath, staring intently at the rotating ointment on the screen, their pupils dilating in shock.

Even the little maids embroidering in the Pixiang Palace didn't feel the needle pricking their hands.

The Queen Mother, who was resting with her eyes closed in the Jade Pool and Golden Palace, tilted her jade cup, spilling nectar all over her skirt.

At this moment, their breathing rhythm was disrupted by this little lipstick.

eager.

A naked, burning desire that could burn through a phone screen.

It was a cry from the depths of my soul—it's mine! It must be mine!

Chen Xi looked at the skyrocketing number of "online users" in the background, which had already exceeded the limit for group members.

Clearly, some powerful figures are using alternate accounts to observe.

"The timing is right."

Chen Xi put down the teacup, making a soft sound.

He was like the most patient hunter, watching his prey walk step by step into the trap.

Fingers tapped slowly and deliberately on the screen.

The first bomb was dropped.

[Chen Xi]: Sisters, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

【Chen Xi】: The first set of "Supreme Man-Slaying Colors" includes one each of TF16, Dior 999, and Armani 405.

【Chen Xi】: The pinnacle of craftsmanship in the mortal world, a one-of-a-kind piece, now up for auction.

[Chen Xi]: Starting bid: One ton of "high-temperature resistant metal" that cannot be synthesized in the mortal world.

[Chen Xi]: I do not accept gold or silver, I do not accept spirit stones, and I do not accept any longevity pills.

[Chen Xi]: Auction rules: Sealed auction. Bidding will begin in half an hour.

The moment that line of text was sent.

The entire Heavenly Court was in chaos.

The Moon Palace.

"High-temperature resistant metal?!"

Upon seeing these words, Chang'e was so anxious that she jumped off the ancient laurel tree.

The jade rabbit in his arms was thrown around with a squeak and then disappeared in a flash of white light.

Chang'e paid no heed to this; she paced back and forth in the cold palace, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly.

"Metal...metal..."

"My Moon Palace is nothing but cold, nothing but osmanthus wine and osmanthus cake. Where would I find heat-resistant metal?!"

Her gaze suddenly fell outside the palace.

On that tireless, burly man who had been cutting down trees for thousands of years.

His eyes lit up instantly, a light that was somewhat eerie.

"Wu Gang! You damned woodcutter!"

Chang'e lifted her skirt and rushed out, her voice completely devoid of its usual cool and ethereal quality.

"Hand over that axe!"

"That thing hasn't warped even after being felled from a tree for three thousand years; it must be heat-resistant!"

Cuiyun Mountain, Banana Cave.

Princess Iron Fan stared at her phone screen, her brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He fanned himself idly with the banana leaf fan in his hand, stirring up gusts of hot, restless air.

"High temperature resistant?"

"My banana leaf fan can put out fires, but it's made of wood, not metal!"

She turned her head.

He glanced at the Bull Demon King, who was snoring and sleeping like a log on a recliner next to him.

The gaze slowly moved downwards.

It landed on the iron cudgel that the Bull Demon King was tightly gripping in his hand.

The stick was jet black, radiating a chilling aura. It was made from cold iron sourced from the depths of the underworld, forged through ten thousand years of earth fire.

Princess Iron Fan's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

She licked her lips.

"You rascal, this stick of yours... seems pretty durable against fire?"

"Anyway, you haven't been fighting lately, so keeping it will just cause it to rust."

"How about... you get me a new lipstick?"

Yaochi (Jade Pool).

The Queen Mother looked at the screen, a cold smile appearing on her well-maintained face.

She took a graceful sip of the nectar, letting the sweet liquid moisten her throat.

"High-temperature resistant metal?"

"Oh."

"Is there anything in this world harder than what's right here with me?"

She stood up, her phoenix robe trailing on the ground, exuding an aura of majesty.

His gaze pierced through the thick clouds and mist, looking towards the direction of the Heavenly Armory.

There, piles of the remains of weapons belonging to all the defeated demons since the ancient war between gods and demons.

There was also a pile of five-colored divine stone waste left over from mending the sky back then.

"Someone come here."

The Queen Mother's voice was indifferent, yet it exuded an overwhelming domineering aura.

"Go to the armory and dig out that pile of unwanted junk for me."

"Choose the hardest and most heat-resistant ones."

"I will show those little vixens what the true power of the Empress is."

Inside Base 001.

Chen Xi leaned back in his chair, watching the screen constantly display "The other party is typing..."

That frequency was so fast it felt like it was going to puncture the screen.

He turned to Li Guobang, who looked nervous and whose palms were sweaty, and said:

"Old Li, notify those senior experts in the Ministry of Military Industry."

"Wake up and get to work."

"Our 'divine Gatling gun' has found a barrel."

Looking at Chen Xi's calm face, Li Guobang felt a chill run down his spine.

That's not cold.

That was excitement.

This is not doing business.

This was clearly setting a fire in the hearts of these goddesses and immortals.

Moreover, it's the kind of relentless, determined effort that won't stop until they've emptied their pockets of all their treasures.