Chapter 1777 - 1076: Sleeping Together?

"So you mean, you want us to give you those people’s heads?"

The brainstems of over a hundred thousand high-ranked cultivators—just the essence contained in them was enough to make every Foreign Race King Supreme’s heart stir.

Blade Shadow King’s tone was a bit cold.

"At most a quarter." Blade Shadow King didn’t haggle. Ten Thousand Year Ice Toad was silent for a while, then agreed as well.

"I’ll coordinate with it. Our poison can cut all the Admirals’ strength by thirty percent... then you guys follow up with the attack, and you’ll be able to subdue them in a short time... and most importantly, we still have a secret weapon..."

Ten Thousand Year Ice Toad running with this crowd was different from Sui Yi, but that secret weapon...

Sui Yi followed Poison Vein King’s pointing finger...

At some unknown point, a pitch-black figure had appeared in the corner of this place that only top Foreign Race elites could enter.

That soul fluctuation...

Sui Yi’s heart jolted.

But her face didn’t change, because that person was currently probing the space...

Yes, quite an extraordinary soul Talent.

And when the other swept past the place where her Runes were, Sui Yi could even feel the Demonic Qi contained in his body.

Demonic Qi? Sui Yi frowned.

The Night Demon Clan?

Behind him were two more people.

Meng Jia King and the other two all let out low laughs.

Sinister and eerie.

"Since everyone’s here... then tomorrow it is... when the time comes we’ll..."

Sui Yi blinked. After listening to their plan, her gaze returned to the dark night.

Behind her, in the big formation of tents, everyone was still resting, completely unaware that there would be a great battle tomorrow morning...

Should she warn them?

Sui Yi still gave up on it.

From spying on these Foreign Race people, she guessed that the Human Race army also had their spies on the other side, and their rank wasn’t low. If she gave the Human Race army a warning, that side’s people might detect it as well, which would only bring more trouble...

Let’s just see how things play out tomorrow.

Sui Yi turned the Arrow of the Witch Emperor in her hand, lost in thought.

Inside Yun Tiankong’s tent, Liew Bai finished packing, glanced at Yen Yileng and the newly awakened Yun Tiankong, then smiled, "Yo, I’ll stop disturbing you two."

Yen Yileng frowned.

Liew Bai, however, just walked off.

Yun Tiankong’s complexion was already much rosier. He turned his head to look at Yen Yileng.

"Liew Bai’s just like that... don’t mind him."

"Mm."

"Thanks for this time..."

Yen Yileng inevitably had to bring it up again: "It wasn’t really me... I just happened to run into someone then."

She gave a light, brief description of the situation. Yun Tiankong, however, was astonished: "That person must be a Master... and a good person..."

Clearly could have kicked a man when he’s down, yet instead reached out with generous help—on the Outer Domain Battlefield, that was especially rare.

"He is very good," Yen Yileng said subconsciously as she poured him water.

Yun Tiankong froze, looking at Yen Yileng.

"What are you staring at me for?" Yen Yileng was a bit ill at ease.

"Nothing... just thinking my junior sister’s grown up. If you see someone you like..."

"Master said you’re too steady and composed. I don’t think that’s necessarily true," Yen Yileng said lightly, handing him a cup of water.

Then she rose and walked out of the tent...

A dim look flashed in Yun Tiankong’s eyes.

Outside the tent, in the glow of scattered lamps, Yen Yileng saw that figure in azure robes walking along the road ahead...

This time it was her turn to be taken aback—it was him.

Sui Yi had known Yen Yileng would be coming to the Military Department, but was still a bit surprised to suddenly see her, so she gave a slight nod...

Yen Yileng had previously thought it was just her imagination. Now, seeing the person for real, she still felt it was very uncanny—especially someone whose strength was unfathomable...

"Hey, hey, Sacrificial Wine, over here! I was worried you wouldn’t find the place."

Yang Feng hadn’t noticed Yen Yileng, but he saw Sui Yi, so he called out enthusiastically.

Sui Yi hadn’t said anything yet before she was already dragged to a certain tent. And before she could speak, the curtain was lifted—Yang Feng on the left, the fat guy on the right, the two performing a duettelike routine.

"Dun~ dun~ dun~~~"

Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, these two idiots doing "background music" as they lifted the curtain.

Seeing Sui Yi’s dazed expression, Zhi Yuan at the side already couldn’t bear to look straight at them; his brows were furrowed so tight they could crush a fly.

This tent was Zhi Yuan’s Vanguard Officer tent. Normally, as a Vanguard Officer, he could have a tent to himself. But Zhi Yuan was on good terms with the fat guy and Yang Feng, so they all stayed in one tent—anyway, it was big enough. Sui Yi, being the last one to arrive, found that the other tents had no more spots; setting up a new tent would seem redundant. So Yang Feng and the fat guy had volunteered to have Sui Yi arranged into Zhi Yuan’s place...

Volunteer, my ass—this was just "act first, report later"!

See, they’d just hauled her straight over.

Sui Yi saw a row of four beds inside the tent; the rest was actually quite clean and tidy...

Completely different from those other tents that occasionally leaked "intoxicating odors" from inside.

Of course, this clearly had been cleaned up by someone.

"Clean, right?!"

"Neat, right?!"

"Looks good, right?!"

The fat guy was full of smug pride. "Brother Sacrificial Wine, this is because we both especially like you, think you’re super refined, obviously someone with culture. From now on we’ll fight together, eat together, sleep together, so we specially tidied the tent extra clean for you... Look, how is it?"

Sui Yi really wanted to say that she hadn’t planned on sleeping in the tents at all; she’d just happened to be passing by, and besides, the battle here in First Line Heaven wasn’t big enough to make her stay very long... but when faced with the fat guy and Yang Feng’s particularly excited, particularly eager faces...

Well, basically they were begging for praise.

"These two just get carried away on a whim. I’ll go set up another tent,"

Zhi Yuan had disapproved from the start; after all, this person wasn’t a man—how could she share a tent with them? Not to mention she was the High Priest...

He could practically imagine it—if the people close to the High Priest found out that the three of them were sleeping in the same room as the High Priest...

"It’s fine, thank you."

Sui Yi smiled faintly, and Yang Feng and Fatty immediately got smug, leading Sui Yi inside while showing off which spots were clean, which spots had "taste".

Zhi Yuan: "...."

Do you two have any idea you’re courting death?

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The lamp was lit.

Sui Yi entered the tent, sat down on a chair, and poured himself a cup of tea.

It’s fine, he’d just cultivate tonight.

Sui Yi was calm as ever; Zhi Yuan, on the other hand, was anxious. Those two idiots seeking death were happily busy making a midnight snack, dressing it up as "welcoming a new buddy".

——In reality, they were just hungry.

They sat around the square table, ate their midnight snack, and after they finished....

"Uuurp~~" Fatty let out a long burp right in front of Sui Yi, rubbed his belly, and sighed contentedly: "Finally full, now I can sleep..."

Zhi Yuan looked at Sui Yi, then at Fatty.

He felt a bit of a headache coming on, so he pressed at his temples.

Just as Fatty and Yang Feng were about to undress...

"You two."

"Eh?"

"Haven’t chatted in a while. Let’s go out and have a nice long heart-to-heart."

Yang Feng: Holy shit!

Fatty: What the hell!

Sui Yi: .....

Of course in the end they didn’t go out, nor did they have that heart-to-heart, because they were—playing cards!

There isn’t much entertainment in the army, but the Military Department on the Outer Domain Battlefield isn’t like the official Earth armies; the regulations aren’t that strict, personal freedom is relatively high. After all, when you go to war you’re fighting for your own military merits and glory, and everyone is at least a Cloud Ascendant; even a Heavenly Venerate can’t force them to bend their pride. So nobody interferes with what each person likes to do.

That gave rise to a very popular form of entertainment in the Military Department—playing cards, War Cards!.

It’s a kind of strategic number card game, all about tactics and Mind Art, minimum four players. Once you start, it’s wonderfully intense and cathartic.

"The loser tallies up the numbers under all his failure cards; the total is his loss count... however much he loses, that’s how many Thousand-Ton Fingers he has to do."

Thousand-Ton Finger means tying thousand-ton gravity devices to both legs, then using a single finger to support yourself on the ground, going up and down....

A very "manly and hardcore" punishment.

Sui Yi glanced at the lewdly grinning Yang Feng and Fatty and smiled lightly.

"All right."

Zhi Yuan just felt his heart pounding in his throat.

"Come on, let’s roll!"

Yang Feng was just about to take off his shoes and climb onto the bed...

Zhi Yuan said sternly, "You two go take a bath first... my nose is sensitive today, I can’t stand your smell."

"This is the smell of a real man..... okay, fine, it is a bit rank, then I’ll wash here; it’s already dark outside....."

"Out. My eyes aren’t comfortable either. That’s an order."

Yang Feng: Holy shit!

Fatty: What the hell!

The two of them reluctantly ran out to take a combat shower.

Sui Yi couldn’t help laughing and said to Zhi Yuan, "Thank you... though I don’t really mind it."

You don’t mind, but someone else will...

Zhi Yuan silently got up, picked up his clothes, and went out as well.

Sui Yi propped his chin on his hand and looked at the moonlit sky outside the window...

Sure enough, it was a combat shower; the three of them were back very quickly.

And they’d changed into clean clothes—but long pants and long sleeves...

"Sacrificial Wine, don’t laugh at us... our Zhi Yuan has to be a little pretentious once in a while, not sure if it’s because that monthly thing came.."

Zhi Yuan: I’m saving your lives, you know?

After washing up, the four of them climbed onto the bed.

War Cards, let’s go!

Fatty and Yang Feng exchanged a look—hehe—little Sacrificial Wine bro has never played cards before, they were sure to win this time.

If he loses a lot, later he’ll have to call them big brother, right? Hehe. Until now they’d always been suppressed by Zhi Yuan, who’s way younger than they are, and finally a delicate, gentle little junior had shown up.

Satisfying!

Two hours later.

One fat, one skinny, both wearing expressions of bone-deep "爽" staggered out of the big tent...

Inside the tent, Zhi Yuan looked at the row of numbers recorded in the notebook...

He...

"Fengzi: one thousand, Fatty: one thousand five, I lost ninety-nine."

Sui Yi was sitting cross-legged there, posture elegant, brows and eyes serene and noble. One hand lightly tapped the little teacup as he slowly savored his tea, gently asking, "Will it be very tiring?"

His voice was especially pleasant.

Zhi Yuan subconsciously looked at the person in the lamplight, clear and smooth as jade....

She had already taken off her outer robe, revealing a pure blue-green inner shirt. Her figure was slim and frail... yet had a clear-boned, spirited handsomeness.

In a flash he thought back to that day at The Gate, that slight turn of the head, that city-toppling woman leaning against the door and smiling calmly....

Even the morning light falling a hundred feet down from the pole couldn’t match half her splendor.

He knew this person’s Blood Stele usually hung casually at her waist, but before, out of respect, he hadn’t looked at it. Now that she’d taken off her outer robe, the badge was hidden underneath, so naturally he couldn’t see it at all.

All right, what he actually wanted to ask was: Grand Priest with Crown, was this really your first time playing?

Did you really have to be this brutal?