As Feitian led the group into the grand hall, he noticed Xiandao gawking, stunned by the spectacle outside. Caught in his excitement, Feitian assumed Xiandao was captivated by the stunning beauty of the women, a scene they'd encountered before.
"Xiandao, come here. Meet my wives, Bixue and Kapo," Feitian called. Xiandao's scalp tingled. How can this gorgeous woman be that terrifying white creature?
"What's with you? Not your usual self," Feitian remarked, finally noticing Xiandao's odd behavior. Standing here's a miracle, never mind acting normal, Xiandao thought. Seeing Duo'er Duo and the girls warmly greeting Bixue, he mused, If they're not scared, why should I, a grown man, fear? Worst case, I die. Glancing at the newcomers, Xiandao felt a pang of inferiority—even the little girl outshone his cultivation.
Once seated, Bixue asked, "Tian, you summoned millions of super warriors here. Planning to conquer this subspace?"
Everyone leaned in, curious. They'd speculated, but wanted Feitian's clear answer.
Feitian shook his head with a wry smile. "You make me sound like a warmonger. I called them not to conquer, but to prepare and defend."
The room stirred. Who could threaten our godlike Feitian? That foe must be monstrous. Kapo, anxious, said, "Who is it? If even you can't handle them, what use are we, millions strong?" She had a point. Feitian's might was legendary among them. If he couldn't win, their fifteen million super warriors, though vast, were outclassed—cannon fodder.
Seeing their worried faces, Feitian laughed heartily. "It's not what you think. I called you because they outnumber us, not because they're stronger. Fighting alone's a hassle. If they come, I'll just capture them. Haven't you noticed this subspace's rich spiritual energy? I'm thinking we settle here. Mixing with ordinary humans isn't ideal."
Relieved, they assessed the energy. Feitian was right—cultivating here could skyrocket their prowess.
"Father, who's opposing you? You've teased us long enough!" Tianxue huffed, annoyed at Feitian's evasiveness. Only this little princess dared speak to him so, spoiled as his cherished daughter.
"Haha, fine, Father will tell you, or our cute princess might cry," Feitian teased, delighted.
Tianxue pouted. "I don't cry anymore! I'm a grown-up!" She puffed out her chest, drawing amused smiles.
Feitian cleared his throat. "It all started with this old crook." He pointed at Xiandao. Eyes turned, making Xiandao squirm under such scrutiny, managing an awkward smile.
"This guy grabbed a coveted heart technique during a treasure hunt, sparking a chase until I saved him. My mistake was letting two escape, or we wouldn't have this mess. Tons of immortals showed up, and I suspect their lord, Emperor Ling, might intervene. That's why I called you—to plan ahead. I'm settling here. If they don't come, we'll go to them."
Xiandao's jaw dropped. My cheap Senior Brother's planning a takeover? Scanning the hall's cultivators, he realized the Immortal Realm stood little chance if war broke out.
"What Immortal Realm? Emperor Ling? Tian, are there really immortals here?" Bixue asked, intrigued. Feitian grinned. "At first, I doubted it, but it's true. They're like Earth's myths. So what? We're gods—way above their measly immortals."
He turned to God King. "Right, God King?" God King, dead serious, said, "Indeed. I'd love to test their strength."
Xiandao grew dizzier, fear mounting. Are immortals so weak in their eyes? His heart faltered under the blow. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes to steady himself.
"Tian, is it true? What heart technique did Xiandao take to cause such a hunt?" Bixue pressed, wanting clarity on the enemy's strength.
"Their immortal arts differ from our magic and martial skills in method, but it's all energy manipulation. With our magic element mastery, learning their heart techniques is easy. But for Tier 5+ warriors, it's pointless—just study their energy manipulation, their immortal arts. They've got decent results, some rivaling us. It'll boost our warriors' energy control," Feitian explained patiently.
Xiandao, irked but helpless, knew Feitian's might spoke for itself. Twenty thousand immortals crushed by his aura alone. He sighed inwardly, What are they? Gods, as they claim? Joy and dread mixed—joy at his powerful "Senior Brother" as a shield, dread they'd go too far. As an Immortal Realm native, he hoped to avoid disaster. Yet, recalling Feitian's "punishments"—more childish than cruel—he relaxed. He barely did anything.
"Really?" Bixue's eyes sparkled. Such a pity to miss this. Feitian fondly patted her hand. Tianxue muttered, "Big pervert," softly, but everyone—top-tier cultivators—heard, bursting into laughter. Feitian, fearless, was helpless against his princess.
Bixue blushed, scolding Tianxue, "Little girl, what do you know? Keep talking nonsense!" Embarrassed by Feitian's public affection, her heart warmed. What woman doesn't crave her man's constant care? A powerhouse and empress, she was still a woman, craving her husband's love.
Tianxue feared only Bixue—a perfect counter. At her mother's frown, she shrank, sticking out her tongue, playing the good girl. No one bought it. In the empire, this "tomboy" princess was a notorious troublemaker, wilder than boys. Even God King and Demon King, mighty as they were, fled at her approach. Her fame spread beyond the empire. Tianlong System, the capital, bustled with diverse races post-annexation. Tianxue championed foreign merchants against local thugs from annexed systems like Kameite and Pandora. Word spread—she was a justice-dealing princess. Got a grievance? Find her on the streets; she'd fix it faster than the law. Feilong was powerless over her.
"Rest today. Tomorrow, study this realm's immortal arts—it'll help. I sense a battle with the Immortal Realm looming. Train hard. As they say, 'Know yourself and your enemy, and you'll never lose,'" Feitian ordered. The generals and commanders stood, accepting the decree.
In the palace's rear chambers, Duo'er Hua nestled in Feitian's arms. "My man, how can you and Sister Bixue transform like that? So scary." She patted her soft chest.
"Nothing to fear—it's our battle form. We're Dragon Clan; we can revert to our original shape," Feitian explained.
"You're gods, but also dragons?" Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua puzzled.
Feitian chuckled. "Who says gods can't be dragons, or dragons gods? Gods are beings of great power, still human. Across cosmic spaces, races evolve toward human forms. Strong races, like us dragons, can shift between human and pre-evolved forms. Immortals like Xiandao evolved as humans, then cultivated their potential, surpassing your ancestors, becoming immortals."
"What are we now?" the sisters asked, curious. Bixue and Kapo giggled at their innocence.
"You?" Feitian tweaked their noses. "You're gods, of course."
"Your Majesty, General Tushi reports immortals approaching the planet," a palace maid announced.
"Heh, they're quick. Let's check it out," Feitian said.
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