271: Chapter 271 Zhuge Jinyu's High Heels

"This is Xiao Yu's wish."

Hearing this, Su Chen had no more misgivings.

He reached out and firmly grasped Zhuge Jinyu's calves.

He began to (remove) her high heels.

"Mm... Sir."

"You..."

Seeing Su Chen's appearance of being unable to (control) himself.

Standing by the bed, Ye Jingjun, Cang Mingyue, and Jiang Luoli felt such jealousy that their eyes practically bled.

"Zhuge Jinyu, don't be so quick to curse that Saintess of the Hehuan Sect. You, a vixen who usually puts on an act, are the most shameless of all!"

"You actually dared to steal a march on us."

"So cunning. That Saintess of the Hehuan Sect at most consumed husband's primordial yang, but you, a master-betraying disciple, actually want to be the first to get pregnant."

The three women were driven mad with rage, and they immediately erupted with terrifying cultivation bases.

They prepared to rush forward to stop this extremely shameless woman who had even started playing with high heels (fetishism) right in front of them.

However.

The moment they took a step forward, the expressions of all three changed drastically.

They couldn't move!

Whether it was Ye Jingjun's sword qi, Cang Mingyue's Demonic Power, or Jiang Luoli's Phoenix Fate.

At this moment, it was as if they had disappeared into the sea; all were firmly suppressed in place by an extremely mysterious golden formation power.

"You... you scheming old vixen."

"You actually laid a formation under our feet?"

Ye Jingjun gritted her teeth, her heart burning with fury.

As a grandmaster of formations and a resourceful Prime Minister.

Zhuge Jinyu had actually used her talent and abilities for such a purpose.

All just to seize this extremely precious "first place" and the potential offspring that might come.

While the three women were completely off guard, she had secretly laid an extremely insidious Qimen trapping formation.

Although this formation couldn't trap the three of them for long given their strength.

On this "battlefield" where every second counted, blocking them for even an hour...

...was absolutely more than enough for Zhuge Jinyu.

But it wasn't surprising.

Among the remaining three women.

Ye Jingjun, who only enjoyed the thrill of battle, and Cang Mingyue, who was a naive sweetheart.

Their IQs in front of Zhuge Jinyu were comparable to two adult cucumbers.

The only one with some resourcefulness, Jiang Luoli, had also lost her ability to think and judge due to being enraged by Ye Jingjun's wild words.

Zhuge Jinyu seizing the initiative in this round...

...could hardly be considered a fluke.

"Sorry, you three."

On the large bed, Zhuge Jinyu gently (shed) her final (garment).

She lowered her head and sat quietly on the mattress.

The Prime Minister Zhuge, who held power over the entire court, was like a boneless, soft doll.

She allowed Su Chen's burning hands to roughly grasp her slender ankles still clad in high heels.

Amidst Su Chen's heavy (breathing) and the three women's desperate, jealous curses.

This cold Prime Minister, who had won the final victory, glanced back at the three who were unable to move.

On her exquisite face, a devastatingly beautiful, mischievous smile of a successful plotter finally appeared.

"This first bite of (meat), Xiao Yu will partake first as a sign of respect."

...

While Su Chen was joyfully yet painfully eating meat.

The city of Jianghai, which was once a place of luxury and extreme prosperity, known as the top financial center of the Blue Star.

Now, it was like an Asura Purgatory.

Rumble—!

Above Jianghai City, the originally clear sky had disappeared.

In its place were layers upon layers of densely woven, gloomy, and oppressive tribulation clouds.

Near the center of the city, a mountain nearly five thousand meters above sea level had risen from the ground.

The river that originally symbolized prosperity had also turned into a river of lava.

In a sense.

This plain city, where buildings used to be taller than the highest peaks, now had its own "snowy mountain."

In some unknown alleys, hideous and twisted spatial rifts would occasionally open like the bloody maws of ancient behemoths.

From within, the violent aura of high-level Otherworld Demons constantly spewed out.

All of this indicated...

...that these monsters would soon descend upon the human world.

In the city center, abandoned skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall would occasionally snap in half amidst wails.

Heavy reinforced concrete smashed onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky.

On the main roads of the city, which were filled with devastation and ruins everywhere.

A team of martial artists wearing the uniforms of the Huayu Association...

...were braving the smoke and lethal debris, supporting and carrying dozens of mangled, dying civilians.

They raced desperately through the ruins of buildings that were about to collapse completely.

As an important non-official martial artist organization.

After the catastrophe occurred, the Huayu Association quickly became one of the most important rescue forces besides the official Hall of Valor.

At the very front of the team...

...were two exquisite figures who were extremely eye-catching and even somewhat out of place in the apocalyptic ruins.

The older woman had a figure so hot it was enough to make any man's blood boil.

She wore a black qipao with extremely high slits that tightly hugged her skin.

It perfectly outlined her mature, plump, and alluringly proud curves.

Even in this desperate escape where flesh and blood flew, a long, slender pipe was still firmly held between her red lips.

This person was the instructor of the Demon Slaying Society, a veteran martial artist, and an important member of the Jianghai City branch of the Huayu Association.

Teacher Wang Jin.

Beside Teacher Wang Jin, clearing the way with her and even faintly bearing most of the pressure...

...was actually an exquisite girl who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl wore a slightly messy school uniform with a pleated skirt that hadn't gathered much dust in the ruins.

Her long, straight legs were wrapped in black stockings that had a few holes torn by rubble.

It exuded a temptation unique to youth and school styles.

Her delicate face was pure to the extreme; even without makeup, she was beautiful enough to cause the downfall of nations.

This, combined with her budding figure that was starting to rival the fiery body of the mature woman beside her...

...created a startling sense of contrast.

If Su Chen were here right now, his eyes would surely pop out in shock.

Because this girl was none other than his non-biological younger sister, who had suffered the backlash of a terminal illness for him and had been unconscious on a hospital bed for two whole years!

Su Wanyue.

Ten or so days ago.

That was exactly when Su Chen finished his third round of investment.

Probably even he didn't expect...

...that the investment reward he obtained, the "Human Emperor Fate"...

...while making him the Child of the Plane...

...would also cause his closest sister, Su Wanyue, to rise along with him.

Su Wanyue, who had been in a deep coma and kept alive by a ventilator, actually miraculously woke up in her hospital bed.

Not only that.

Along with her awakening, a terrifying superpower that had been suppressed for ten whole years also completely awakened within her seemingly delicate body.

Su Wanyue's superpower was inherently extremely terrifying.

Her coma back then wasn't just because of the price she paid to save Su Chen.

(Thanks to the boss 'Selim I of the Holy Dragon Palace' for the gift, there will be an extra chapter today!)

(Also, the author has been busy with their graduation thesis lately and hasn't chatted with everyone for a long time. I'll say a bit more today.)

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