Chapter 745: Chapter 745

Pingxin Niangniang’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement as she said calmly, "I’ve heard that you sent Nuwa a hundred Immortal Dresses, all of which you crafted by hand."

Bai Jin was shocked. Had Nuwa Niangniang betrayed me? He quickly trotted forward and sat on the green stone beneath Pingxin Niangniang’s Cloud Bed, massaging her legs and lamenting, "It would have been fine not to mention this, but thinking about it fills my heart with grievances that have nowhere to be voiced!"

"Grievances? What grievances do you have?"

"Niangniang, I am in such a difficult position! As a proud Heavenly Emperor and also one of the leading figures among the Mysterious Sect’s third generation disciples, just because I unknowingly offended Nuwa Niangniang, she actually punished me to weave Immortal Dresses for her, insisting that I must do it with my own hands and not delegate the task to anyone else.

Niangniang, wouldn’t you say Nuwa is humiliating me? I have my pride too!"

"Indeed, it is quite humiliating. Have you not sought the support of your Master and two Masters Uncles?"

Bai Jin sighed and said, "No, after thinking about it, reporting to my Master and Masters Uncles might provoke them to protect me and question Nuwa Niangniang out of affection. But the consequence would be Nuwa Niangniang’s grudge against me, and being remembered with disdain by a Saint is not a good thing.

Moreover, as a neutral Saint, Nuwa Niangniang’s position can sway the balance in the Primordial World, so I can only endure it."

"Hmph, Nuwa is becoming more and more unreasonable."

Pingxin Niangniang reached out and touched Bai Jin’s head, saying reassuringly, "Indeed, you’ve been wronged. I will seek justice for you in the future."

Bai Jin said firmly, "I am not suffering," and began to massage Pingxin Niangniang’s legs with even greater effort.

Bai Jin then curiously asked, "Niangniang, how did you know I sewed a hundred Immortal Dresses?"

"Nuwa told me herself, you sent me ’one’ bag, but gave Nuwa ’a hundred’ Immortal Dresses. I thought you had forgotten about me!" Pingxin Niangniang smiled at Bai Jin, emphasizing the difference in the numbers.

Bai Jin immediately replied solemnly, "Niangniang, I did sew a hundred Immortal Dresses for Nuwa Niangniang, but it was all under duress, completely different from the bag I gave you. That bag was carefully designed by me, forged with effort, and contained my sincere affection."

"Hmm," Pingxin Niangniang nodded in satisfaction. Bai Jin’s explanation made it clear to her. Nuwa actually lied to me, claiming it was Bai Jin’s filial piety when in fact she had forced them from him. That’s shameless.

Pingxin Niangniang said, "Next time something happens, come tell me, and I’ll stand up for you."

Bai Jin expressed his gratitude, "Niangniang, you are really good to me."

Pingxin Niangniang showed a gentle smile and said, "Don’t worry, I will support you from now on."

"Ding ding ding—" A clear sound rang out.

"Master, Shiji Fairy is requesting a video call," Xiao Jin’s voice sounded.

"Niangniang, I’ll take a video call first; there may be something happening in the Heavenly Court."

Bai Jin stood up and walked to the side, saying, "Xiao Jin, connect the video call."

A screen unfolded before him, and in it appeared the figure of Shi Ji.

"Shi Ji, is something the matter?"

"Senior Brother, the Blood Sea Asura Princess has arrived."

Bai Jin revealed a smile, "A year has passed in the mortal world, hasn’t it? She’s finally here. This time, let’s be the bad guys.

Shi Ji, listen to my plan. If the Rashamon Princess wants to see the Bull Demon King, take her to see him. Make sure the Bull Demon King appears miserable and shows sincere repentance.

If she asks for the release of the Bull Demon King, refuse directly, say that the Bull Demon King violated the Jie Sect’s rules, and must undergo family punishment, facing annihilation of his Divine Soul under the Heavenly Thunder. If necessary, use force to expel him from the Heavenly Court."

Shi Ji hesitated and said, "What if the Ming He Sect Master intervenes?"

Bai Jin said with a smile, "Don’t worry! The Ming He Sect Master won’t intervene for now, and in the end, he will even thank us."

"Yes! I will do as elder brother instructed."

The projection shrank, and the video call was disconnected.

Bai Jin returned to the green stone beneath the Cloud Bed and sat lazily against it.

"What are you conspiring about with the Ming He Sect Master this time?" Ping Xin inquired curiously.

"Reporting to Her Majesty, it’s : back when Luo Cha Princess chose the Bull Demon King, the Ming He Sect Master disagreed, causing a rift between father and daughter.

Now, to mellow the relationship between father and daughter, and at the request of the Ming He Sect Master, I’ve taken it upon myself to help by having our Heavenly Court play the villain this time.

We now reject Luo Cha Princess’s request to release the captive and will carry out the death sentence on the Bull Demon King. When Luo Cha Princess is at her wit’s end, the Ming He Sect Master will then make a high-profile entrance, becoming the Holy Light in Princess Iron Fan’s desperate moment, and then he’ll boldly enter the Heavenly Court and save the Bull Demon King.

By then, the father-daughter relationship will naturally improve, and the Bull Demon King’s family can reconcile, resulting in joy for everyone."

Ping Xin gave it a thought and realized the intricacies, then said thoughtfully, "You’ve calculated a good scheme, making the Ming He Sect Master an ally from now on."

"Hehe~ Your Majesty, I didn’t think that far. I simply wished to help others for the sake of joy."

"Would you be willing to do me a favor then?"

"Your Majesty, I’m at your command. I’m willing to risk a thousand deaths, let alone one favor—if you ask for a thousand, ten thousand, it won’t be a problem either."

Ping Xin smiled and said, "There’s no need for ten thousand. I really like the handbag you gave me last time, but just one is too few, I have no replacements."

"If Your Majesty likes it, it’s my honor. I will make another one for you when I return." Read complete versıon only at novel⁂fire.net

Ping Xin shook her head slightly.

"Two would also work; I’ll make them when I return."

Ping Xin shook her head again.

"Two won’t suffice, huh! I will gift you three, no matter the effort required."

Ping Xin still smiled and shook her head.

A foreboding feeling rose in Bai Jin’s heart, and he cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, how many do you need? These handbags aren’t easy to make; they are crafted from dragon skin, phoenix feathers, and mixed with Shoushan Copper."

Ping Xin smiled and said, "Not too many, just nine hundred and ninety-nine, that’s all."

Bai Jin shivered, exclaiming in shock, "Your Majesty, that’s not a lot? Nine hundred and ninety-nine will exhaust a Death God."

Ping Xin smiled and said, "I haven’t finished yet!"

"Your Majesty, what else is there?"

"I would also like a hundred Immortal Dresses!"

Bai Jin’s face turned pale, and he looked at Ping Xin desperately, saying, "Your Majesty, I’ve already explained! Those one hundred Immortal Dresses, they were forcibly demanded from me by Nuwa herself, I truly don’t know how to make them!"