Chapter 545, The First Day of the Deities and Demons
Clearly.
Sang Zhe still underestimated Xu Hongyi’s level of unreasonable troublemaking.
Looking at her bright eyes and pearly teeth, excitedly waiting for him to make her pregnant, Sang Zhe just couldn’t take it anymore.
The craziest women were what he feared the most in this life.
Casually opening a rift in the nearby space, Sang Zhe didn’t give Xu Hongyi a chance to say another word. He yanked her by the collar and tossed her back into her room, then quickly shut the rift to keep his mind at ease.
“Are these deities and demons all brainless?” Sang Zhe grumbled as he left.
After Sang Zhe departed, the dazed Yu Xia peeked her head out from the other side of the garden, with Si Jingzhu quietly approaching beside her.
“Um… Did we just witness something we shouldn’t have?”
“What do we do?” Yu Xia turned anxiously, “Should we tell Little Ying’s lady about the old master having a love child?”
“Don’t ask me,” Si Jingzhu pouted in frustration, “How would I know? It’s a lose-lose situation.”
If they tell Zhang Xiaoying, they offend Sang Zhe. If they don’t tell her, they offend Zhang Xiaoying.
After a long silence, the two exchanged glances and understood each other’s thoughts.
“Let’s both pretend we haven’t heard or seen anything tonight.”
“Okay.” Yu Xia nodded seriously.
“But,” Si Jingzhu couldn’t help but raise her head, muttering, “That little secretary seems quite ambitious. Feels like she wants to force her way to the top.”
“Is she dissatisfied being a side piece and trying to compete with Zhang Xiaoying for the main wife position?”
“Ah?” Yu Xia tensed up, “Then won’t the Sang family be in chaos?”
“What if both ladies actually get competitive? What are we supposed to do then…”
Si Jingzhu: “… Aunt Yu, you’ve been watching too many dramatic palace intrigue shows lately.”
“… Uh. I just occasionally watch an episode or two for entertainment.”
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Meanwhile.
Exhausted from a full day of busyness, Ancestral Cang dragged his weary body back to his room.
To be honest, in billions of years,
No being had dared to make the mighty deity Ancestral Cang do something as exhausting and boring as writing reports.
Ancestral Cang was known for his bad temper. If not for his slightly competitive streak, he would have shredded the entire office along with Cheng Da Yong and Sang Zhe already.
Now, after a whole day of organizing reports,
Ancestral Cang returned to his place and opened his communication device.
The only comforting thing was that his hard work throughout the day resulted in a fifty-point increase in his score.
… At least that kid didn’t lie to me. Ancestral Cang thought.
After a day of observation, Ancestral Cang had roughly figured out how this game worked.
Truth be told, it wasn’t very difficult. Playing the part of an ordinary, mundane ant was just a bit exhausting and tedious.
If Ancestral Cang wanted, he could still continue to play his role effortlessly.
Although he still didn’t know what tricks Sang Zhe planned to pull through this game, at least for now, he had kept his promise.
Bored out of his mind, Ancestral Cang also looked at the scores of the other deities and demons.
To his surprise, everyone else’s scores had increased to varying degrees.
Those with lower increases, like Hong Yi and Foolish Child, had only gained fewer than ten points.
Those with higher increases, like Jiang Mei and Long Yuan. Jiang Mei’s score had increased by forty points, while Long Yuan’s was even more exaggerated, gaining almost eighty points in just one day.
“Tsk. Damn overachievers.” Ancestral Cang felt frustrated.
He didn’t expect that after working hard all day, he wouldn’t have the highest score.
But that’s okay. The first day was just about finding the rhythm. Ancestral Cang was confident he would surpass that Long Yuan guy in the coming days.
He just wondered what tasks those guys had been assigned to?
And when could he start doing his favorite torture work?
In the world of Primordial Deities, there wasn’t really a concept of rest or sleep.
But Ancestral Cang thought Sang Zhe was right. If he wanted to play a role well, he should fully immerse himself in it.
Or maybe,
He should learn how these mortals take a break.
So, Ancestral Cang tried to clear his mind and closed his eyes.
He didn’t expect sleeping to be so easy for him.
As if all the daytime exhaustion rushed in at once, Ancestral Cang fell into a dream in just a short while.
And he did it without using dream essence.
He didn’t go to the Dream Court for pleasure.
He just simply fell asleep.
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Similar situations were happening elsewhere.
In the Canghong Pavilion, Jiang Mei smiled sweetly at the screen, “Alright, everyone~ Today’s livestream ends here! I am the new anchor, Xia Yulian. If you like the anchor, please give a follow, and we’ll see you tomorrow!”
In the restaurant under the Floating Splendor Commerce, Xu Yao was seated with several department executives, each hugging a stunning beauty, toasting and enjoying the music and dance, building connections.
When it was lights out in Foolish Child’s dorm, he crawled into bed with his roommates, sneaking out his communication device to play “Original Immortal.”
Old Woman Xi was in Zhen Fu’s lab, contentedly admiring various cleverly designed and uniquely functional poisons.
In the Holy Country’s Master’s office, as the candles flickered out, Huo Longyuan suddenly looked up and noticed the bright moon outside.
“… Is it this late already?” he murmured.
He didn’t even bother to replace the candle. Instead, he closed his documents, rose in his black robe, and walked out, slowly merging into the night.
He headed to the Holy Kingdom’s royal mausoleum.
When the guards saw it was the newly appointed Master of the Holy Kingdom, they hesitated whether to stop him. Finally, a bold guard mustered the courage to say, “Master, entering the mausoleum requires the Emperor’s permission, even for you—”
Unexpectedly, Huo Longyuan merely said with indifference, “No problem.”
“I’m not going in.”
“I’m just here to take a look.” His ink-black eyes gazed deep into the mausoleum.
It seemed he was searching for a familiar tombstone.
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In the Sang residence, in Sang Zhe’s room.
Sang Zhe leaned against the headboard, monitoring the situation of each deity and demon through the communication device.
At that moment, a soft body snuggled into the quilt, gently leaning against him.
“Did Little Ying You fall asleep?” Sang Zhe asked without looking up.
“Mm.”
Zhang Xiaoying, looking slightly tired, gently wrapped her arms around Sang Zhe’s neck, resting her head against his shoulder.
“This little girl has been getting more troublesome lately, refusing to sleep after eating, as if she’s crying on purpose to get our attention.”
“And that Dragon Huan sister is busy taking care of two kids every day. Otherwise, I really couldn’t manage it alone.”
“You’ve worked hard.” Sang Zhe tenderly held his wife’s face and kissed her.
Zhang Xiaoying’s beautiful eyes softened. She said gently, “Husband, watching over the deities and demons and being on edge all the time is truly hard work.”
“Are the deities and demons doing fine now?”
“Well, they’re fine, at least….” Sang Zhe stared in silence at the communication device in his hand.
It was already very late. Most people, including Ancestral Cang, had fallen asleep.
But in the video, there was still one figure humming a tune, cheerfully pacing back and forth.
It was Xu Hongyi.
… She was learning to make fish-flavored shredded pork.
