Chapter 529: It Will Be Won
Two weeks flew by faster than expected.
As the countdown to the arrival of gods and demons began, the entire Taixu Alliance, along with the whole cultivation world, plunged into a tense state.
The Holy Kingdom, Myriad Thunder Abyss, Sword Flower Palace, and Demon Cult – almost all cultivators were dispatched to various states under the organization of Li Shanyan and others, collaborating with local sects and clans to maintain order in the mortal realm.
Initially, news of the gods and demons’ arrival caused quite a stir among mortals, and many ill-intentioned people seized the opportunity to spread rumors and fearmongering about impending doom.
Fortunately, with Li Shanyan and his crew working day and night, these minor issues were snuffed out during their initial phases.
Under strict control from the authorities and the media channels overseen by Floating Splendor Commerce, public sentiment temporarily stabilized.
Thanks to the Taixu Alliance’s propaganda, the entire world entered a peculiar state over the past couple of weeks.
Ordinary folks who usually worked on farms or in factories suddenly treated these days like a festival, ceasing work and bringing out their stashed chickens, ducks, fish, and meats to prepare for a good rest.
Students gathered in classes, discussing the potential changes to the world following the divine arrival, while those traveling afar hurried home to reunite with their families.
Formerly mortal enemies now sat together, chatting about who might kick the bucket first after the arrival; brigands who usually plundered took a few days off, waiting in their hideouts for news.
Even large groups of demon cultivators and fugitives willingly turned themselves in, merely because they heard the head of the Demon Cult’s Punishment Department was the most powerful cultivator in the realm today.
All in all, as the true apocalypse loomed, the entire world fell into a bizarre tranquility.
All attention was focused on the live broadcast of the day of divine arrival.
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Two weeks later.
At the Sang residence.
Outside, the flustered Yu Xia reported to the waiting Zhang Xiaoying at the room’s entrance:
“The live broadcast from the old master’s side has started.”
“Do we need to say anything final to the old master?”
Zhang Xiaoying paused for a moment, then shook her head.
“Bai Ming said this is called ‘flagging.’”
“Even if we don’t say anything now, there will be more chances to talk later.”
She turned her head, glancing at the agony-filled cries faintly coming from inside the room, her beautiful eyes tinged with melancholy:
“Bai Ming is working hard, and so is my husband; we can’t let them worry.”
“Everything… just let fate handle it.”
In the neighboring room, Hua Jianglian cradled the babbling Little Ying You, yet her focus was on the adjacent room.
“It seems to have already started…”
“I wonder how Sang Zhe is doing over there,” she murmured.
Next to her, Si Jingzhu anxiously held Little Ying You’s tiny hand and whispered, “God bless… as long as Sang Zhe can survive successfully, I can let Little Ying You bully me for life.”
In the corner of the room, Yan Rouwan held Jiao Jiao and Hei Xia, her beautiful eyes lost in thought.
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In the Demon Cult office.
Tang Yubbing sat amidst the noisy and busy employee hall, quietly staring at the Communication Device in front of her.
“Deputy Sect Leader, Floating Splendor Commerce has provided all channels to the Sect Leader’s live stream; the hype has now surpassed historical heights.”
“We noticed some bullet comments in the live stream are deliberately stirring up trouble; should we address this?”
Tang Yubbing blinked her beautiful eyes, then slowly shook her head.
“Let them be.”
“After all, the only thing that truly decides everything is whether Sang Zhe succeeds or not.”
Just then, a crimson ghostly figure appeared beside her, Shi Qingyan, shedding her blood demon form, leaned in to whisper:
“Your parents… it seems the Tang family wants to get in touch with you, asking you to return to the Tang family for a visit.”
“No need to care,” Tang Yubbing inhaled deeply.
“Today, I’m sitting right here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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Above the East Sea, on a solitary island far from the mainland.
The island stretched out hundreds of miles, surrounded by endless blue, while hundreds of ships of various sizes surrounded it tightly.
The people on the ships were dressed in various styles—Holy Kingdom’s Tianlang Wei, elite demon clan members, Sword Flower Palace disciples, and Demon Cult’s Heavenly Punishment Department employees, along with a mishmash of other sects and families.
Meng Qiyan stood at the bow of the Demon Cult’s ship, gazing out at the happenings on the island, frowning:
“I wonder if it has begun over there…”
“The live stream hasn’t shown any reactions yet; it’s likely still not started,” Dragon Huan from the demon clan’s ship spoke slowly into the Communication Device, “But it should be starting soon.”
On the most resplendent flower ship on the ocean, inside a magnificent palace, Huo Ningxue looked at the Communication Device held up by two eunuchs, sighing:
“It’s so oppressive… it would be better if we could just descend already; if we keep waiting like this, I’ll go mad.”
“Let’s wait a little longer,” Tang Yubbing’s voice came from the Communication Device. “The only thing we can do now is trust Sang Zhe.”
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Directly above the island.
Sang Zhe stood with his hands behind his back, gazing casually at the sky.
Next to him, Nian Nian hovered idly, munching on a lollipop with enthusiasm.
“Nian Nian, is it time yet?”
“What’s the rush?” Nian Nian pulled the lollipop out and said nonchalantly, “Whether it’s a few minutes early or late doesn’t matter.”
“But standing like this makes my waist hurt.”
“Your waist hurting is probably because you were fighting nine of them all night last night.”
“Uh, that’s one reason, sure.”
“Honestly,” Nian Nian pouted, “All the others are resting up before the big battle, while you, the foolish host, are at home living it up before facing the boss.”
“What can I do?”
Sang Zhe smiled shyly: “I’m also soothing the emotions of my harem members.”
“After all… in case something happens today.”
Nian Nian shot him a sideways glance.
Sang Zhe immediately swallowed his words, chuckling and shaking his head: “What are you talking about?”
“Today, nothing is going to happen.”
Just then, Xu Yourong’s voice suddenly came through:
“Sang Bro, how much longer? We’ve been waiting so long without any action.”
Qin Xiuyuan’s tone also chimed in: “Young Master Sang, if the seal is about to break, make sure to notify us in advance; don’t surprise us with a sneak attack.”
“Don’t worry.”
Sang Zhe said confidently: “No need to be so anxious; what’s meant to happen will happen.”
“But what about Gu Jie’s side? Is the live stream still lively?”
Gu Yingmian’s tone held a hint of complaint and weariness, culminating in a soft sigh: “Alas.”
“Even at a time like this, you’re still thinking about the live stream. Truly, you’re something, Sang Zhe.”
“I just want to broadcast my heroic figure to the world,” Sang Zhe said with a cheeky grin.
At that moment, Li Shanyan, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up:
“Little friend.”
“Do you truly… have confidence?”
The air suddenly seemed to still.
The four individuals scattered around the island appeared to look up at Sang Zhe in mid-air.
Sang Zhe pondered for a moment, half lifting his head, and a relaxed smile bloomed on his lips.
“… We will win.”
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