Xiao Mirui said, "So you have favorites. Even with many beauties, you dote on one person and leave me aside?"
Ming Zhitian said, "I admit I haven't taken good care of you. I'm sorry, I... I'm so sorry."
Xiao Mirui waved her hand and left, "I need a man, I need to be loved, not like the king during the Hongma Empire. You're no different from him, too many women, not enough care. How ironic."
Ming Zhitian gently pulled her back, "Mirui, I'm sorry."
Xiao Mirui turned and threw herself back into his arms, lightly punching him twice, "I hate you."
Ming Zhitian held her slender jade hand, "Hate me, I like your hate."
Xiao Mirui looked up at his heroic and dashing appearance, "Can I stay tonight?"
Ming Zhitian stroked her shy face, "Yes."
Xiao Mirui happily shed her clothes, and the two battled for three hundred rounds, sleeping soundly through the night.
The next day, Ming Zhitian led a rosy-cheeked Xiao Mirui to the main hall. The other women were having breakfast, their eyes fixed on the couple.
Xiao Mirui shyly let go of his hand. Ming Zhitian smiled and said, "Good morning."
Yan Lixue said, "Husband, good morning. Did you sleep well with Sister Mirui yesterday?"
Ouyang Nifeng gritted her teeth in hatred. The other women looked at Ming Zhitian and Xiao Mirui with curiosity, their faces showing a knowing "As expected."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "It was good. Come, Mirui, let's eat breakfast together."
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For three days, Ming Zhitian spent his days accompanying the women on outings and his nights diligently practicing his cultivation techniques and studying mechanical arts. At the Awakened Realm first-level, his strength was practically nonexistent.
Three days later, Ming Zhitian returned to the mountains, retrieved the Nine God Dragon Roar, and upgraded its charging to twice. Xiao Biwang also replicated the Nine Dragon Divine Roar and made a schematic. He said that after careful study, he might be able to increase the usage count after charging, but it would take time. He also promised that from now on, Ming Zhitian could find him anytime for charging, free of charge.
With the two uses of the Immortal-grade hidden weapon, the Nine Dragon Divine Roar, Ming Zhitian's confidence increased significantly.
Upon returning to the Divine Sect, a Demon Sect disciple, who had desperately come through a chaotic battle to deliver a message, handed him a letter. Ming Zhitian confirmed it was Tian Nanjie's handwriting.
He quickly opened and read it. The messenger finally said, "Quick... quickly save Master... Master was sentenced to treason by the Demon God and imprisoned for revealing information to various sects..." and then died.
It seemed this person was Tian Nanjie's confidant. After days of arduous travel without rest, he overworked himself to deliver the message and ultimately died.
The letter's content was roughly: "The Demon Ancestor of the Demon Gate Sect, the Demon Master, is leading a ninety-million-strong demon army to attack the Twenty-Three Sects and Thirty-Nine Gates! War is imminent! I beseech you, Brother Zhitian, to stop this merciless slaughter. Sincerely, Tian Nanjie."
Ming Zhitian said, "Bury him properly. Tian Nanjie sent a letter saying that the ninety-million-strong army of the Demon Gate Sect is attacking and intends to strike the Twenty-Three Sects and Thirty-Nine Gates. Hong Liefeng, come with me. I need to handle this."
Hong Liefeng frowned, "The command of the ninety-million-strong army is in my father's hands. My father would never deploy such a large army to attack the Twenty-Three Sects and Thirty-Nine Gates."
Ming Zhitian pondered for a moment, "Tian Nanjie would not lie to me. True or false, we'll know when we go."
The women then gathered around, "We want to go too, let's all go together."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "No, that's an immortal-demon war, too dangerous. And we know nothing about the Demon Gate Sect. Liefeng, you are a general of the Demon Gate Sect, you know best. Can you tell me their overall strength?"