Standing at the pinnacle of the mile-high pink hypnosis spire. Nineteen-year-old Holy Son Chu Tian (Unstable Rank 5 Early) stared up at the two colossal 10,000-foot 8K Sky-Projector Screens filling the afternoon heavens. His entire body turning as stiff as a petrified log.
On the left screen, his own voice was booming across a thousand cities on an endless loop:.
> “You and these ninety-nine senile old dogs are nothing more than WALKING BATTERY PACKS for my Peach-Blossom Harem System!”
On the right screen, a hundred-times magnified close-up showed his greasy, dandruff-speckled hair, his sunken purple kidney-deficient eye bags. The coarse, onion-stained hemp rag clinging to his scrawny chest—completely stripped of his [Divine Prince Glamour Filter]!
And less than a hundred yards away, standing on the sunlit deck of the [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage] beside Gu Changsheng, seventy-eight-year-aged Senior Elder Jian Cang , at Rank 5 High. All ninety-nine Teaching Elders—whom Chu Tian thought were being sucked dry in the cavern below—were glaring at him with eyes burning with a hundred percent blood-hatred!
“N-no! How are those hundred old dogs standing up there unscathed?!”
Chu Tian’s voice cracked into a high-pitched shriek. He looked down at the intake pipes of his hypnosis spire—only to realize that the bubbling liquid rising through the crystal tubes wasn’t Rank 5 Foundation lifeblood at all. Ten-year-old Gu Nian’s fermented stinky-tofu brine dyed pink with beet juice!
