She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 109

◎"Convergence of All Realms"◎

As it turns out, in the legal terminology of the Spirit Realm, the word "Fei" is a fixed term referring to something akin to comrades-in-arms, brothers-in-arms, or the bond forged through shared battles.

Although later events made Yan Luoyue realize that Cen Mingxiao wasn’t particularly fond of studying, his usage of titles like "Dun Fei" and "Meng Fei" wasn’t incorrect.

...Still, being suddenly dubbed "Dun Fei" felt utterly absurd to Yan Luoyue!

Upon reflection, Yan Luoyue later traced the evolution of the word "Fei" to the unique writing system of the Spirit Realm.

As a two-dimensional pictographic script, the character for "Fei" in the Spirit Realm’s language lacks the "female" radical.

Its shape resembles two figures with arms slung over each other’s shoulders—no wonder it came to symbolize a bond akin to camaraderie.

For example, this was similar to how the phrase "Hold your hand, grow old with you" originally described the life-and-death loyalty between soldiers, but later generations reinterpreted it as a romantic vow—a cultural evolution of meaning.

Returning to the present, Yan Luoyue hadn’t yet studied the Spirit Realm’s language.

Realizing that she and Wu Manshuang wouldn’t shake off these nicknames anytime soon, she asked with a hint of playful retaliation, "Then, what kind of 'Fei' is Brother Cen?"

If there were titles like "Sou Fei" and "Diao Fei," surely Cen Mingxiao had one too, right?

Given how he proudly listed off his "three thousand concubines," he might as well be crowned a "Noble Fei."

At this question, the deeply tanned "Ka Fei" immediately puffed up with pride and declared loudly:

"Our Deputy Alliance Leader Cen is forthright, bold, and unrestrained—naturally, he is the 'Shuang Fei'!"

Yan Luoyue: "..."

Hearing this answer, her gaze froze as if hooked by an invisible force.

She nodded stiffly and muttered, "Great. With a nickname like that, I bet he’s feeling shuang to the point of flying..."

With the city lord dead, the spies the Freedom Alliance had planted in his manor finally proved useful.

They stepped forward immediately to stabilize the situation.

Meanwhile, the Spiritualized Ones who had stormed the manor as the vanguard also breathed sighs of relief.

Their first priority wasn’t anything else—it was finding clean clothes to change into.

Yan Luoyue: "..."

Honestly, this was her first time witnessing a battle where the top priority afterward was getting dressed.

It felt incredibly surreal.

Yet in this world, everyone acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world—like stripping before a fight and dressing after were as routine as eating or drinking.

Curious, Yan Luoyue couldn’t help but ask,

"With so many of you, the manor might not have clothes in everyone’s size. Why not send someone to retrieve the clothes you left behind at your ambush spots?"

At first, Tang Fei found the question childish.

But when he saw it was Yan Luoyue—the "solid one"—asking, his expression softened.

He chuckled, "The wind’s been howling all day. Those clothes must’ve blown away by now!"

"Exactly!"

"As the saying goes, 'A good spirit doesn’t wear pre-battle clothes.' Where you win, you wear the enemy’s garments."

"Right!"

Yan Luoyue: "..."

No offense, but you all seem way too practiced at this.

A group of ghostly, nearly translucent figures drifted through the air.

Yet neither Yan Luoyue nor Wu Manshuang felt the slightest offense.

When these cultivators spiritualized, their bodies smoothed into seamless curves.

After all, with their features blurred, fingers fused into mitt-like spheres, and no discernible gender traits, they resembled a gathering of androgynous beings.

Cen Mingxiao was the most skilled among them—even in his spiritual form, his face retained its chiseled, strikingly handsome edges.

But even he had smoothed out certain areas like a mannequin, leaving only a polished, featureless curve.

...This was likely intentional, not a lack of control.

After all, Yan Luoyue had discreetly confirmed that his spiritualized form still showcased well-defined abs and pecs, completely unaffected.

For some reason, though, Wu Manshuang let out a quiet "hmph."

Then he began meticulously inspecting the tablecloths in the hall.

Yan Luoyue: "???"

Soon after, everyone found clothes to wear.

Cen Mingxiao, however, ended up with an extra woolen blanket draped over him—courtesy of his "dear brother Wu," who insisted he might catch a chill.

Surveying the scene, Yan Luoyue mused, What a gathering of heroes... or rather, a Fei-convention.

She knew the Freedom Alliance would hold a meeting after seizing the manor, so she and Wu Manshuang soon excused themselves.

The two only planned to stay in this world temporarily, not join the alliance.

But if the locals shared an irreconcilable hatred for the demonic creatures, Yan Luoyue wouldn’t mind offering some help—just to make life harder for those monsters.

After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The Freedom Alliance’s meeting lasted well into the night.

The moment it ended, Cen Mingxiao—still wrapped in his little blanket—hurried to reunite with Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.

This time, his gaze held something odd:

His leopard-like eyes sparkled with a mix of wonder, innocence, and a strangely wistful nostalgia.

It was as if Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were two rare, priceless candies he’d only ever seen in picture books.

Puzzled but composed, Yan Luoyue invited him in.

"It’s so late. Unless it’s urgent, you could always join us for drinks tomorrow."

"No, I’m not here for drinks."

Cen Mingxiao shook his head, his expression inscrutable.

He looked at Yan Luoyue, then Wu Manshuang, then back at Yan Luoyue.

Just as Wu Manshuang’s temple vein began to twitch, Cen Mingxiao tightened his blanket, leaned in, and whispered:

"Dear brother and sister... you’re not from this world, are you?"

Yan Luoyue: "!!!"

Wu Manshuang: "???"

Exchanging glances, neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, they asked, "What makes you say that, Brother Cen?"

Cen Mingxiao grinned and rubbed his hands together.

Most people would seem awkward doing this, but he managed it with the charm of a leopard playfully batting its paws—utterly disarming.

His lazy, feline smile widened.

"You’re 'solid ones,' arriving from afar, incredibly powerful, yet unfamiliar with common customs. So I figured it out afterward."

"—The Divine Envoys who descended upon the Spirit Realm long ago? They, too, came from another world."

Taking in the expressions of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, Cen Mingxiao slowly said,

"Could it be... that you and the Divine Envoys are not from the same place?"

This...

Yan Luoyue rubbed her chin. "Perhaps you could first tell us where the Divine Envoys of that time came from and what kind of people they were."

Though she said this, the familiar pictographic script—identical to the one on the mermaid silk—had already planted a faint suspicion in her mind.

...

Before beginning his explanation, Cen Mingxiao retrieved a woven tapestry from the study in the city lord's residence.

The tapestry's style differed from oil paintings or ink wash, its bold and powerful strokes embodying this world's unique artistic flair.

According to Cen Mingxiao, tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestors living in the Spirit Realm were indeed primitive beings who lived off the land.

Only a select few possessed the talent for spiritualization, much like how only a minority of mortals in the cultivation world had spiritual roots.

Yet one day, a hole suddenly appeared in their world.

Cen Mingxiao rapped his knuckles against the tapestry. "Look, just like this."

The tapestry depicted a grand, sweeping epic.

In the scene, the sky had split open, and endless hordes of grotesque demonic creatures poured through the breach.

On the frontlines, brave souls fought the demons without fear of death.

Their figures stood tall and majestic, their faces radiant with beauty, as if bathed in light—a stark contrast to the hideous demons.

Among them were those with pointed elven ears, others with elegant dragon horns adorning their foreheads, and several women whose arms and legs bore delicate, gauzy fins...

Wu Manshuang recognized the latter at once. "Mermaids," he confirmed.

Yan Luoyue, however, recognized even more.

"Mountain spirits, mirage maidens, mermaids, nine-headed serpents, bone demons..." She listed the races of the figures in the painting, then took a deep breath.

"Are they... the Divine Envoys who came to the Spirit Realm back then?"

Cen Mingxiao gave her a knowing look. "You do recognize them."

"Not exactly. It's complicated," Yan Luoyue murmured. "I’ve only seen them in a game..."

In the game Convergence of Ten Thousand Realms, these races were all classified as demonic clans.

—Demonic clans, not demonic creatures.

In Convergence of Ten Thousand Realms, humans, demons, and demonic clans were easily distinguished:

Those with no form other than human were humans.

Those who could freely shift between human and beast forms were demons.

Those who could assume human form but always retained some racial traits were demonic clans.

So when Yan Luoyue first arrived in this world and encountered creatures like mud-dwellers and green-maned fiends, she had been shocked.

In her memory, though aloof and solitary, demonic clans were often stunningly beautiful—how could they be such hideous things?

Judging by Cen Mingxiao’s reaction, he seemed to assume Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were connected to the Divine Envoys.

He smiled faintly and continued recounting the well-known historical tale.

—The gap in the sky was not a hole but an unstable spatial rift.

Through it, countless terrifying monsters had tumbled into the world.

These creatures ran rampant across the Spirit Realm, treating the land as unclaimed territory and slaughtering its native inhabitants.

The primitive people of the Spirit Realm scattered in terror, with only the Spiritualized Ones and a handful of ordinary survivors enduring.

Not long after, another group emerged from the rift.

These newcomers had pointed ears, fish tails, or dragon horns on their foreheads.

They called themselves the demonic clans, though the people of the Spirit Realm later revered them as Divine Envoys.

So it was them—the demonic clans, without a doubt.

Hearing her suspicions confirmed, Yan Luoyue clenched her fist and lightly tapped it against her palm.

The first Divine Envoys, upon arriving, discovered the Spirit Realm natives' unique talent for spiritualization.

They organized these people, taught them a new language, imparted a rich system of writing, and even laid the foundation for the first generation of cultivation methods tailored to their constitution.

At this point, Yan Luoyue interjected, "And that writing—you’ve used it ever since?"

Cen Mingxiao nodded. "Yes."

—So the bloody script on the mermaid silk now had a clear origin.

Gazing pensively at the tapestry, Cen Mingxiao recounted in a measured tone:

"According to the Divine Envoys, those grotesque demonic creatures were also their enemies."

"They had ventured deep into the monsters' territory during battle, discovered a spatial rift the creatures had opened, and thus arrived in this world."

Even when revered as Divine Envoys by the Spirit Realm’s natives, the first demonic clans who came here made no attempt to embellish their origins.

They even admitted, with a touch of self-deprecation, to their dire circumstances in their original world.

Yet their plight had not broken their will, nor had it erased their glory.

No one could deny the immense contributions these demonic clans from afar had made to this world.

The first Divine Envoys had not woven false halos for themselves.

And so, those halos instead rested upon their heads in a far nobler manner—enduring for ten thousand years and counting.

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue slowly closed her eyes.

Now, she understood.

To the Spirit Realm, the demonic creatures were invaders.

And to the cultivation world, the demon realm, and the spirit realm, they were equally unwelcome guests from beyond.

...This explained why, when Wei Qingsi self-destructed before her, the aura Yan Luoyue sensed had been so bizarrely complex.

At the time, her hair had stood on end, and she couldn’t suppress a shiver.

She imagined a kitten’s first encounter with a whirring washing machine would evoke similar thoughts.

—Because it was something that fundamentally did not belong in this world, defying all logic.

Following the Divine Envoys' account, the demonic creatures had first invaded the demonic realm.

Yet, by sheer coincidence, the three most ancient divine artifacts—the Moonfall Wood, the Frostclad Stone, and the Crowcry Flame—all resided in the demonic realm.

The creatures had sought to extend their claws into the cultivation world, only to be repelled by the united forces of humans and demons, sealed within the demonic realm.

And though the demonic realm had nearly become the creatures' stronghold, the Moonfall Wood and Frostclad Stone had never surrendered, battling them relentlessly to this day.

Cen Mingxiao continued, "The first Divine Envoys spent their lives guiding our ancestors, and in the end, they passed away in the Spirit Realm."

Here, as if recalling something both amusing and bittersweet, he gave a faint, wry smile.

"According to The Sayings of the Divine Envoys, one of them once remarked that though our ancestors were few in number, with limited Spiritualized Ones, somewhat slow-witted, and lagging far behind the divine nation’s progress... they possessed one quality the Envoys deeply admired."

Yan Luoyue was momentarily stunned and instinctively asked, "What?"

Listening to this description, it seemed the first generation of Spiritualized Ones were being thoroughly criticized.

Cen Mingxiao sat upright with solemn dignity: "—We're weak, our entire family is weak, our whole world is weak."

Yan Luoyue: "…"

It took her three or four seconds to grasp the true meaning of those words, simultaneously tasting both optimism and bitterness.

"Yes, you are comparatively weaker…"

The spiritual energy in the Spirit Realm was far scarcer than in the other three realms.

Thus, apart from anomalies like Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, whose powers grew with age, no one in this world could attain greater strength.

As a result, the cultivation ceiling in the Spirit Realm was much lower than elsewhere.

This made the Spirit Realm akin to a tasteless chicken rib—unappetizing to eat, yet a pity to discard.

Over the years, demonic creatures had repeatedly invaded the Spirit Realm, only to retreat each time without success.

They never committed the same intensity of force as they had when attacking the Human and Demon Realms.

Because the Spirit Realm wasn’t worth that much effort.

Thus, the Spirit Realm resembled a festering wound, flaring up repeatedly.

When the demons invaded, conditions worsened for a time.

Once they were repelled or exterminated, the people regained a chance to breathe.

Like tenacious moss, they flourished once more with stubborn vitality.

Yan Luoyue noticed that when topics related to demons arose, her golden consciousness bar showed no depletion.

This was likely because hearing about the Spirit Realm’s history from Cen Mingxiao felt like reviewing a summarized record left by predecessors.

These old tales concerned only the past—not the state of the Moonfall Tree, nor Yan Luoyue’s "previous life."

The mention of a "previous life" inevitably led Yan Luoyue’s thoughts to Worlds Unite, and from there, to the three races described in the game.

Viewed this way, the essence of Worlds Unite was…

Almost as soon as this thought surfaced, Yan Luoyue’s head began to throb predictably.

She sighed, forcibly interrupting the sudden blankness flooding her mind.

Casually, she asked, "After ten thousand years, do you still believe in the Divine Envoys?"

Cen Mingxiao answered solemnly, "Of course."

His usual demeanor was warm and unrestrained, making him easy to get along with.

But whenever Cen Mingxiao adopted this earnest expression, his bearing took on a rare gravity, creating a subtle distance—yet also inspiring a quiet reverence.

Word by word, he declared, "We believe the Divine Envoys will return."

"…Why do you say that?"

Cen Mingxiao smiled faintly. "Perhaps because the first Divine Envoys, for the sake of our ancestors—people who were essentially strangers to them—chose to live out their days in the Spirit Realm."

"And because the second group of Divine Envoys made us a promise. They said they wished to forge an eternal bond with us, to drive out the demons and ascend together to the Divine Kingdom."

At this, a faint tension prickled down Yan Luoyue’s spine.

It was like watching a show and sensing an impending climax.

Lowering her voice, she pressed, "There was a second group of Divine Envoys?"

"Yes," Cen Mingxiao replied evenly. "One of the first Divine Envoys took our most exceptional ancestors to the Other Realm… Some time later, he returned with new Envoys."

On the surface, this segment resembled the earlier epic tales.

Yet something in Yan Luoyue’s subconscious whispered that this held crucial significance.

Suddenly, her throat felt parched.

Unconsciously, she lifted her teacup and took several gulps, her palms growing slightly damp.

Wu Manshuang noticed her unease and shot her a concerned glance before discreetly interlacing his fingers with hers, holding her hand firmly.

At the same time, an odd expression flickered through Cen Mingxiao’s eyes.

He continued, "The second group of Divine Envoys said they urgently needed our help."

Yan Luoyue held her breath.

Cen Mingxiao said, "Because when we assume spirit form, we can directly infiltrate the 'network.'"

Compared to the precise articulation of the cultivation world, everyone Yan Luoyue had met in the Spirit Realm spoke with a thick accent.

But when Cen Mingxiao uttered the word "network," his pronunciation was flawlessly crisp.

It was clear these two syllables had been passed down meticulously, without the slightest distortion.

Finally unburdening himself of this statement, Cen Mingxiao exhaled deeply and met Yan Luoyue’s gaze with sincerity.

"We’ve wondered for years—what is a 'network'?"

Evidently, the "network" mentioned by the Divine Envoys was neither a fishing net, a spiderweb, nor the meridian system within the human body—but something the ancestors of the Spiritualized Ones couldn’t comprehend at the time.

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But Yan Luoyue knew the answer.

It was… it was…

She sucked in a sharp breath.

Merely hearing the word "network" seemed to trigger an extraordinary revelation, provoking an unprecedented reaction—her golden consciousness bar plummeted by 50% in an instant!

Yet Yan Luoyue barely registered the change.

Her expression urgent, she seized Cen Mingxiao’s arm.

"What else? Did the second Divine Envoys say anything more?"

Cen Mingxiao shook his head regretfully. "Nothing else related to the Divine Kingdom. The second group of Envoys also grew old and died here…"

"Since then, we’ve waited in vain for a third arrival."

"Of course," Yan Luoyue murmured.

Her heart pounded violently, as though she’d just unraveled a long-baffling mystery.

Distracted, she added absently, "The first 'Divine Envoys' only reached this place by hijacking the spatial tunnels opened by the demons. Those passages lie deep in demon territory, heavily guarded… Once the demons realized communication between you and the 'Envoys' posed a threat, their defenses would’ve tightened further." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"True." Cen Mingxiao studied her pallor. "We’ve considered that—Sister Yan, would you like to rest for a while?"

Before Cen Mingxiao could finish, Wu Manshuang was already in motion.

With practiced ease, he guided Yan Luoyue to lie across his lap, gently massaging the acupoints on her scalp.

The fluidity of his movements suggested this was a familiar routine.

Watching them, Cen Mingxiao belatedly realized something.

His expression first turned peculiar, then amused.

As Cen Mingxiao sipped his tea with studied neutrality, Wu Manshuang sent Yan Luoyue a private mental message.

"Did you remember something again?"

"It's not just a memory," Yan Luoyue's voice carried a faint nasal tone, an unconscious hint of coquetry she hadn't even noticed herself. "I mostly rely on my brilliant deductive skills."

Wu Manshuang chuckled softly. "Right, you’re the clever one. I’ve always depended on inherited memories—so, what exactly have you deduced just now?"

Before Yan Luoyue could answer, Wu Manshuang quickly added, "If saying it out loud will give you a headache, then don’t."

Yan Luoyue sighed. "I just... suddenly figured out the origin of the game."

For a long time, Yan Luoyue had been troubled by the question of where the game All Realms as One had come from.

If her "past life" was a native being from the cultivation world, how would she have known about the existence of massive online games?

Did someone in the demon realm somehow manage to invent Wi-Fi?

Now, Yan Luoyue knew... and, incredibly, it turned out to be true.

Except, this network wasn’t invented by the locals—it was brought by their enemies.

Yan Luoyue gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "Please don’t tell me the silver threads wrapped around the Moonwood are actually Ethernet cables... Ugh, if that’s really the case, my entire worldview might just shatter..."

After facing that thing in the Silverlight Arena, Yan Luoyue had made many conjectures.

About what that thing truly was, its methods of attack, why it had such overwhelming control over demonic creatures...

Now, looking back with a calmer mind...

—Holy hell, could the Moonwood’s greatest enemy actually be a computer mainframe?!

—No wonder she’d been racking her brain without success—who the hell would’ve thought of that?!

Frustrated, she tugged at a strand of her own hair before burying her slightly twisted expression into Wu Manshuang’s stomach.

Grinding her teeth, she muttered, "If it really is a giant computer, sooner or later, I’m yanking out its cables..."

Wu Manshuang, ever the patient one, listened attentively to Yan Luoyue’s ramblings, occasionally asking a few questions.

Even though Yan Luoyue’s explanation was jumbled from excitement, occasionally interrupted by headaches, and filled with metaphors, Wu Manshuang still managed to grasp the most crucial points.

"Demons and demonic creatures are two different beings?"

"Correct."

"Demons are our allies, and demonic creatures are our enemies?"

"Exactly."

"‘Transmigrators’ and ‘players’ aren’t enemies?"

"No, based on what I’ve seen in All Realms as One, they’re more like allies."

Yan Luoyue knocked on her own head in frustration. "If it can even infiltrate the Moonwood, this network’s capabilities are way beyond 21st-century tech..."

"Ethernet cables"—or rather, that network-like entity—could directly interface with living beings.

If this kind of technology existed in the modern era, people could just plug a cable into their temples and upload content directly. If that were the case, a certain green-lit fiction site wouldn’t have so many abandoned stories.

Clenching her fists, Yan Luoyue felt slightly better and propped herself up on Wu Manshuang’s thigh to sit upright.

Now, her thoughts grew even more composed.

"Manshuang, do you remember the demonic evolution lineage chart we compiled? The one where Round Demons and Timid Demons branched off separately?"

Wu Manshuang looked at her seriously. "I remember. What about it?"

Yan Luoyue pinched her chin, speaking with gravity.

"I suspect... this thing hasn’t just invaded the cultivation world and the spirit realm. It might have already taken over other worlds before us."

"Abyssal Mothers, Round Demons, and Timid Demons don’t belong to the same lineage—perhaps they originate from different worlds... If Spiritualized Ones can infiltrate networks, then beings from other worlds might have the same ability..."

Wu Manshuang’s expression shifted slightly. Even without seeing the full picture, he sensed an impending storm.

"You’re saying...?"

"Manshuang," Yan Luoyue lifted her gaze, enunciating his name slowly.

"I’m saying our enemy, that damned thing—it might be a stitched-together abomination."

The moment these words left her lips, Yan Luoyue’s spiritual energy reserves plummeted.

Thus, the girl who had just stubbornly sat up now instantly reverted to a "Oh, I’m so delicate" posture, collapsing back onto Wu Manshuang’s lap.

Having successfully pushed herself to the brink, Yan Luoyue laughed weakly. "Talk about reverse point farming..."

Losing so much spiritual energy at once meant her theory was valid.

Meanwhile, Cen Mingxiao, unable to hear their telepathic exchange, was left in the dark.

Watching Yan Luoyue flop around—lying down, sitting up, then lying down again—he couldn’t help but feel an awkward "I shouldn’t be here, I should leave" sensation creeping up on him.

"Ahem." Cen Mingxiao cleared his throat, tightening the fluffy little blanket around himself. "Brother, sister, you’ve both had a long day. It was presumptuous of me to intrude. Perhaps you should rest early, and we can continue tomorrow—"

"Wait!"

Seeing Cen Mingxiao about to leave, Yan Luoyue immediately performed a carp flip, bolting upright.

"Brother Cen, don’t go yet." Her expression turned solemn. "The real matter we need to discuss with you is just beginning."

This time, Wu Manshuang nodded emphatically in agreement.

Cen Mingxiao paused, studying their expressions carefully before slowly sitting back down.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang exchanged a glance before she spoke frankly. "Here’s the thing—you guessed right, Brother Cen. Manshuang and I... we do come from another world."

"You’ve just told us about the spirit realm’s history. Now, we have a tale of the Demon-Subjugation War to share with you..."

"Let me handle it. You should rest for now." Wu Manshuang gently took over.

With practiced ease, he pressed Yan Luoyue’s shoulders, coaxing her back onto his lap to recuperate.

...For some reason, Cen Mingxiao once again felt the urge to stand up and leave.

But the next second, Wu Manshuang—top student in history—began his account.

"This story begins three thousand years ago—three thousand years ago in our world..."

...

By the time Wu Manshuang finished, Cen Mingxiao’s expression had grown grave.

He murmured to himself, "No wonder, in recent years, even as our numbers grew, the demonic creatures’ gathered strength has also increased."

The flow of time differed between the two worlds.

Thus, ten thousand years ago, the demonic forces had focused their efforts on the demon realm, the monster realm, and the human realm, sparing little attention for the spirit realm.

Later, after the human and monster realms barely won the Demon-Subjugation War, the demonic forces suffered losses.

But after three thousand years of recovery, they were now stirring restlessly once more.

As a denizen of the spirit realm—where spiritual energy was thin and strength comparatively weak—Cen Mingxiao couldn’t even predict whether the demonic forces would use them as training fodder before launching another invasion of the cultivation world... or if they’d devour the cultivation world first and then treat the spirit realm as dessert.

But regardless of the order, one thing is certain—

“How can one tolerate others snoring beside their bed?”

Since the Spiritualized Ones can invade that thing called the “network,” the demons would never sit idly by and let them grow stronger.

Cen Mingxiao raised his head and looked at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang with utmost sincerity.

He declared solemnly, “In our Spirit Realm, there’s a saying: ‘If the solid-hearted ones fall under the claws of demons, even the Spiritualized Ones will feel the chill.’ Now, your ‘Cultivation World’ and our Spirit Realm stand back-to-back like horns—”

Yan Luoyue sat up straight again from Wu Manshuang’s lap.

She continued, “Yes, our positions make us natural allies.”

This was no longer just a case of “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

If the two realms formed an alliance and aided each other, they would also be helping themselves.

Wu Manshuang gave Cen Mingxiao a deep look. “Back then, the demons brought you language, writing, and even modified your cultivation techniques, giving you the power to form tribes.”

“But from what I gather, the demons themselves focus more on honing their own abilities rather than exploring the myriad paths of the Great Dao.”

Cen Mingxiao suddenly realized that the moment he was experiencing now might hold no less significance in the future history of the Spirit Realm than when the first generation of divine envoys descended.

Wu Manshuang spoke unhurriedly:

“And we—Yan Luoyue and I—can bring you more techniques, the arts of alchemy and artifact forging, the knowledge of talismans and formations. These are abilities even the solid-hearted can learn, allowing them to wield weapons and strike down demons.”

“—But I still have one hesitation.”

At this point, even without Wu Manshuang saying it outright, Cen Mingxiao understood his meaning.

Ah, just thinking about it made Cen Mingxiao’s face burn with shame.

These two visitors from another world had barely glimpsed the millennia-old legacy of the Spirit Realm.

Instead, their first impression was of how the people of the Spirit Realm bickered among themselves when no demons were around—along with the local specialty of clothes and pants strewn everywhere…

Looking back, it was downright embarrassing.

But this embarrassment would end here.

Cen Mingxiao declared resolutely, “As long as you two are willing to offer aid, the Free Alliance will reunite the thirteen cities and forge the entire Spirit Realm into a stronger, united alliance.”

Given the disparity in their cultivation levels, only by achieving this could the Spirit Realm stand as an equal and respected ally to the Cultivation World.

Wu Manshuang raised an eyebrow. “And how does Vice-Alliance Leader Cen guarantee this?”

Cen Mingxiao flashed a grin, his teeth white as he caught the scent of resolution—like a leopard sliding gracefully down a tree.

“I guarantee it in the name of the soon-to-be Alliance Leader of the Free Alliance.”

With the serious matters settled, Cen Mingxiao no longer restrained his naturally exuberant emotions, letting them burst forth unrestrained.

He excitedly shook hands with Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang one by one.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he clasped their hands together in his own.

Just as Wu Manshuang’s mood was inexplicably lifting, he heard Cen Mingxiao’s booming laughter.

“Dun Fei, Meng Fei, you two are truly my lifelong good friends—my Fei-you!”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

A low, serpentine hiss escaped Wu Manshuang’s throat. “As my first formal request… never mention that title again.”

After watching Cen Mingxiao depart, it was now Wu Manshuang’s turn to lean back in his chair and relax.

“Give me three breaths to rest. After that, we begin our urgent study schedule.”

Yan Luoyue blinked. “What schedule? Learning to read?”

Wu Manshuang cracked one eye open to look at her. “Of course not—studying how to refine, craft, and source materials from local resources.”

He reminded her, “Yan Luoyue, the materials we brought aren’t even enough for teaching, let alone carrying out the aid plan.”

“Actually… they might be enough.” Yan Luoyue lowered her head in thought, then suddenly smiled.

“…Huh?”

Yan Luoyue pointed at herself. “When I was born, I had a backpack with me…”

Since items could only be taken out of the backpack and not put back in, a strange hoarding instinct had kept her from using its contents after she started earning her own resources.

But now, it seemed this backpack was meant for precisely such a situation.

—Yan Luoyue even suspected the backpack existed solely for moments like this!

“And the best part,” Yan Luoyue said cheerfully, “is that materials of the same type stack infinitely inside. So I really did bring a vast amount of everything…”

The assortment of materials, artifacts, talismans, and more would last until she and Wu Manshuang could research the uses of the Spirit Realm’s native spiritual resources.