"Xiao Fang, what nonsense are you talking about? How is this possible..."
Before Fang Miaomiao could finish speaking, Fang Xian pressed the "teleportation command" for them.
"Whoosh!"
"I said, Xiao Fang, how could you possibly have 22 wives? Don't talk nonsense..."
Fang Miaomiao was only halfway through her sentence when she saw the 22 stunningly beautiful women suddenly appear before her and couldn't help but take a step back.
"This..."
Cai Cuicui was equally shocked and quickly helped Fang Miaomiao up.
"Xiao Fang, what's going on?"
Fang Xian slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui with a mischievous smile, and loudly introduced them.
"Dad, Mom! They are all my wives."
"Wives, call them Dad, Mom!"
The 22 stunningly beautiful women stood respectfully and called out in unison in sweet voices:
"Dad—Mom—"
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui had never seen anything like this before and couldn't help but swallow hard.
They only breathed a slight sigh of relief when they saw Xue Nai, Lin Mengqian, and the other eight.
"It's Xue Nai, Meng Qian, and the others... I'm not dreaming..."
"Hey kid... next time you make such a big fuss, prepare some 'quick-acting heart medicine' beforehand, lest you scare your old man to death."
Fang Xian smiled slightly, a mischievous grin on his face:
"Mom and Dad, are you satisfied with your 22 daughters-in-law?"
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui looked at them; how could they not be satisfied? In fact, they were extremely satisfied.
They all looked at Fang Xian, eagerly asking,
"When can we hold our grandchildren?"
The women blushed upon hearing this, all looking at Fang Xian.
Fang Xian was speechless, silenced and broken by Fang Miaomiao's words.
This... conversation couldn't continue.
...
Under the towering "World Tree," the whole family happily enjoyed their picnic.
Joel: "Mom and Dad, this is delicious, have some."
Lin Mengqian: "Dad, let me massage your back."
Chen Tingxuan: "Mom, let me massage your legs."
Nami: "Mom and Dad, have some juice."
Fang Xian watched as 22 stunningly beautiful women fawned over his parents, shaking his head and smiling wryly.
It was truly unique to have so many daughters-in-law showing such filial piety.
He felt immensely gratified, then saw Qinglong shout.
Qinglong: "Mom and Dad, I'll perform 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' for you."
With that, Qinglong transformed into its true form, soaring into the clouds, its power awe-inspiring.
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui were completely dumbfounded; they had never heard of such a performance.
Zhuque, not to be outdone, immediately stepped forward.
"Mom and Dad, I'll perform 'Soaring Dance in the Sky' for you."
She turned, transforming into a giant fiery divine bird, soaring through the sky, dancing across the heavens.
"Clatter."
Fang Miaomiao dropped the fruit from her hand, staring dumbfounded at the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird, who had been human just moments before, transforming in an instant.
"Why are talent shows so elaborate these days? They've even brought out divine dragons and birds!"
Cai Cuicui nodded blankly, then shook her head, feeling like she was dreaming.
The other 20 beauties looked at the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird, their teeth itching with envy.
[Go ahead and be elaborate! Who can outdo you!]
[You've stolen all the limelight.]
They were jealous for a moment, then thought of the "Six-Winged Holy Angel" physique.
Two of them unleashed their "Six-Winged Holy Angels" in one day, spreading six pure white wings, radiating holy light, soaring through the heavens, dancing gracefully.
Fang Miaomiao's mouth gaped open, unable to close.
Cai Cuicui was completely stunned, her eyes filled with envy.
"What beautiful angels!"
Tatsumaki, Fubuki, and Mu Yunzhi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
They had neither the true form of a divine beast nor the "Six-Winged Holy Angel" physique; they were simply background figures.
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui watched the singing and dancing performance in the sky, subconsciously glancing at Tornado, Fubuki, and Mu Yunzhi.
As if to say: What about you? Aren't you going to show us your talents?
Tatsumaki, embarrassed and angry, looked at the women in the sky, her temper flaring up.
She flew into the sky, spreading her arms, two tornadoes emerging from her palms.
And began her aerial performance—spinning a top.
Fubuki and Mu Yunzhi were stunned. This was possible?
"Fine, fine, fine, so that's how you do it!"
Fubuki stood up angrily, summoning a localized blizzard that instantly created an ice castle.
Fang Xian shook his head with a wry smile. Mu Yunzhi was an assassin; what could she possibly perform?
Slicing fruit?
Everyone else looked at Mu Yunzhi; she was the only one who hadn't shown her talent.
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui seemed to sense Mu Yunzhi's embarrassment and were about to offer some words of comfort when they noticed something amiss.
Mu Yunzhi lowered her head, her whole body trembling slightly, her hands clenched into tight fists.
Her face flushed red, and she decided to go for it.
"I—"
"I can give birth!"
Fang Xian: ???
21 wives: …
Fang Miaomiao and Cai Cuicui: "Okay!"
…
Night.
The "Concealment Array" was already packed with people. Some had pitched tents, some had brought out bunk beds, and some slept on the ground. Everyone made do with whatever space was available, without a single complaint.
Fang Xian gazed into the distance, seeing that everyone had found a place to rest, and then asked,
"Elder Zhong, where are the leaders?"
Zhong Shenxiu sighed softly, his eyes filled with reverence.
"The leaders, the various commanders, and the high-ranking officials all declined. They said they wanted to stand with the people through thick and thin, but really they just wanted to give more vacant positions to younger people."
Fang Xian nodded slightly, inwardly admiring the leaders and others.
As national leaders, they did not abuse their power for personal gain, nor were they afraid of death; they were already a hundred or a thousand times better than the current leaders of Western countries.
Zhong Shenxiu looked up at the increasingly crimson moon, his brows furrowed.
"This calamity will surely bring devastation to all living beings…"
Fang Xian silently gazed at the red moon, his eyes resolute, and spoke in a deep voice.
"I will definitely protect this pure land."
Zhong Shenxiu felt a mixture of melancholy and relief.
He took out a sword box from his storage ring and handed it to Fang Xian.
"Fang Xian, this is our nation's most powerful 'divine artifact,' which I now entrust to you."
Fang Xian's expression was solemn as he slowly accepted the sword box.
The sword box was forged from ancient and sturdy ebony, its surface engraved with mysterious runes and ancient patterns, exuding an aura of age.
Gold trim adorned the edges, subtly radiating an aura of majesty, protecting this legendary sword.
In the center of the sword box were four large characters—Xuanyuan Treasure Box.
"What is this?"
Zhong Shenxiu smiled kindly.
"Open it and see."
Fang Xian glanced at the name on the sword case and had already guessed what was going on.
Although he didn't use a sword, he hadn't expected the nation to entrust him with such a "national treasure," a testament to their immense trust in him.
Fang Xian carefully opened the sword case; inside was a sword.
The scabbard was exquisitely designed, mirroring the style of the case.
Engraved on the scabbard were three large characters:
—Xuanyuan Sword.