460: Slave

Seeing Yang Jing's undisguised anxiety, the charming woman from before seemed to notice something, though she didn't consider the possibility that his father was dead.

After all, the death of a high-and-mighty Immortal Law Realm expert was simply too inconceivable.

The charming woman only thought something had happened to make Yang Jing unhappy.

Thus, at her signal, another woman received instructions.

With a subtle, knowing smile, she slowly walked to Yang Jing's side and leaned her body against him.

"My Lord~"

Seeing that someone still dared to ignore his orders was a direct challenge to Yang Jing's authority.

Did they really think that just because he was in a dire situation now, he was someone they could just casually deal with?

"You..."

Yang Jing was about to fly into a rage, but when he saw who it was, his tone suddenly softened.

It was because this woman had been offered as tribute by a coalition of multiple planets in the past.

Of course, that wasn't the key point; the key was that she pleased him the most, making her his favorite among all the women.

Not only that, she was loyal to him, and Yang Jing felt comfortable entrusting many tasks to her.

He had even given her a special name, calling her Nu'er, meaning she was his personal Star Slave.

This was a privilege none of the other women here enjoyed.

So Yang Jing pulled her into his arms. Nu'er snuggled into his chest and breathed out like a fragrant orchid, "My Lord~, what has happened? I see the sisters are all in a frantic rush."

Feeling the warm breath of the beautiful woman in his arms against his ear made Yang Jing's heart itch.

But he repeatedly reminded himself what time it was, to stay focused, stay focused... While his hands wandered all over her, he said, "It's nothing, Nu'er. We're just going out for a walk and will be back soon."

"Is that so?" Nu'er nodded thoughtfully, wrapping her arms around Yang Jing's neck. "I was thinking that if something happened, I could help share your burdens, My Lord."

"Hahaha!" Yang Jing laughed loudly, seemingly trying to cover his guilt, but anyone with experience could hear the lack of confidence in it.

Coupled with his behavior today, it was quite abnormal compared to before.

This caused a strange look to appear in the eyes of the women present, but they masked it perfectly.

On the surface, they continued to do what Yang Jing arranged, but underneath, undercurrents were surging, and their thoughts were no longer simple.

Nu'er was the same; she spent the most time by Yang Jing's side among all the women.

If the others could notice these things, how could she not?

But Yang Jing was completely unaware and smiled instead, "Don't worry, Nu'er, I'm just taking you out to have some fun. We'll be back before long."

Yang Jing's excuse was really poor. If they were just going out for fun, why would he need to pack up everything so thoroughly?

Not coming back?

When they went out to play before, it was never like this.

No one pointed out the flaws in his words; they just pretended it was true.

Nu'er lowered her head, burying it in Yang Jing's chest, and whispered, "If anything is wrong, My Lord, you must tell me. I... I would give my life to help you."

Her tone was full of concern, moving Yang Jing deeply. He looked down at Nu'er, and she looked up at him at just the right moment.

Their eyes met. Besides the deep cleavage, Yang Jing saw sincerity in Nu'er's gaze.

Yang Jing admitted he was moved. He decided to tell Nu'er the news of his father's death first.

Besides being moved, there was another factor: the news of his father's death couldn't be hidden forever, and these women would find out sooner or later.

Therefore, he needed an extra proxy among these women to help him keep them in line.

Of course, for now, he would only tell Nu'er.

Thus, Yang Jing whispered the news into Nu'er's ear using sound transmission.

"Ah!" Nu'er couldn't help but cry out in surprise upon hearing this. She said tremblingly, "Is... is this true? Did Immortal Lord Positive Separation really..."

Yang Jing nodded solemnly to confirm.

Then Nu'er realized something and discreetly observed her surroundings.

"My Lord, don't worry. If that is truly the case, Nu'er will protect you even if it costs my life."

Yang Jing was even more moved. He was glad he hadn't trusted the wrong person and immediately showed Nu'er the token that proved Positive Separation's death.

However, he didn't notice that with every word he spoke, the coldness in Nu'er's eyes deepened.

When he took out the token representing his father's life or death, the coldness in her eyes reached its peak.

It even transformed into... a trace of chilling killing intent!

Yet Yang Jing was still completely unaware, continuing to chatter on.

"Nu'er, look, this is the token to judge my father's life or death."

"When it's lit, it means father is still alive, but now it has gone out."

"Sigh, my life is so bitter!"

"My father left me at such a young age. I just turned 180,000 years old this year; I haven't enjoyed enough yet."

Yang Jing kept talking, but he realized that after talking for so long, he hadn't received any comfort from Nu'er, which made him feel a bit strange.

Usually, whenever he complained about something, Nu'er's comfort would reach his ears before he even finished a few sentences.

Sometimes, Nu'er would even bring him new ways to play as encouragement and a surprise.

What was wrong today?

Pfft!

Suddenly, something seemed to have sunk deep into his chest.

A look of disbelief flashed in Yang Jing's eyes as he looked at his chest, where a delicate jade hand was currently thrust.

And the owner of this jade hand was none other than Nu'er, whom he had pampered and trusted so much.

When his eyes met Nu'er's again, they were no longer filled with tenderness, consideration, and sincerity.

There was only killing intent, endless killing intent.

Yang Jing couldn't help but say, "Nu'er, you..."

But Nu'er didn't give him the chance. She pulled her hand back, actually pulling out a bright red, beating heart.

Right in front of Yang Jing, she crushed it without hesitation.

Yang Jing clutched his chest and quickly retreated.

As a Heavenly Dominion Realm Peak expert, losing a heart was only a minor problem; he could still live and grow a new one before long.

But what truly shocked and enraged him was Nu'er's betrayal.

Yang Jing couldn't help but shout orders to his women, "You, and you, get her! Tear her into ten thousand pieces for me!"

However, even at this point, he still hadn't recognized the current situation.

Not a single woman in the room listened to him; they all looked at him with strange eyes.

What was in their eyes was not hidden at all—it was killing intent!

Clearly, they also knew the fact that Positive Separation was dead.

They slowly walked toward Yang Jing, while he kept backing away.

Suddenly, he remembered he had the life-saving means his father had given him.

He felt for it, only to find that it had been taken off along with his clothes.

Now there was no way out. He could only shout, "You, you can't come over!"

However, no one paid him any attention.

"No, you can't do this."

"I was wrong!"

"My father isn't dead yet!"

At this point, whether Positive Separation was dead or not, it was impossible to stop these women.

"Ah!"

...Looking at the minced remains before them, the women all felt a sense of liberation.

The charming woman came to Nu'er's side. Seeing this, Nu'er could finally call out, "Mother!"

The charming woman nodded in response, her eyes filled with tears.

Having cultivated for over 500,000 years, she actually had a Dao companion once and even a child, who was Nu'er.

However, she was noticed by Yang Jing; her husband was killed, and she was abducted, completely powerless to resist.

But she still had a clan and family behind her. For their sake, the charming woman endured.

Today, her great vengeance was finally avenged.

The other women had various experiences: some for power, some for benefits, some for their hometowns... but without exception, none of them had served Yang Jing willingly.

The charming woman patted Nu'er's shoulder. "Alright, alright, everything is in the past now."

"It's Mother's fault for not taking good care of you, it's Mother's fault!"

"Sisters, we are all people with similar fates. I suggest we establish a power, and from now on..."

Her call received a hundred responses, and all the women present agreed.

Thus, the Goddess Palace was established.