Chapter 149: Funina is absolutely gorgeous!
Snow Emperor.
Hyotei.
They are not illusory spirits, but physical entities with warm flesh and blood and full breath.
At this moment, these two ferocious beasts, who once struck fear into the hearts of countless titled Douluo, stood meekly on either side, like the most loyal maids.
"Welcome, Your Majesty."
Xue Di bowed slightly.
Her voice was clear and cold, like shards of ice colliding. Her hands, as white as jade, were clasped together in front of her, their posture flawless.
"snort."
Hyotei also bowed, but he slightly pursed his lips and let out a very soft snort.
Navelette turned her head and glanced at Hyotei.
Just one glance.
Hyotei's petite body stiffened abruptly.
The oppressive force emanating from the depths of her blood made her knees go weak, and her little bit of pride crumbled instantly. She bit her lip, lowered her head in a panic, and buried her face in her chest.
"Commander of the city defense forces, Wang Hu."
Shui Bing'er, clutching her trench coat, turned and pointed to a burly man kneeling at the front of the square. "He's been stuck at level 89 for ten whole years. According to tradition, he applied to go to the far north to hunt a 100,000-year-old soul beast in order to..."
breakthrough."
When the word "hunt" was mentioned, Xue Di lowered her eyelids slightly and gently tightened her fingers on the hem of her skirt.
"But he gave up."
Shui Bing'er continued, "He said he wanted to seek 'recognition' from Lord Navelette."
Navelette walked to the edge of the terrace.
He leaned against the marble railing and looked down.
The burly man named Wang Hu was kneeling on the ground, his forehead pounding against the bluestone slab, the blood seeping out staining the ground red.
Above the man's head, the huge celestial ranking list was still scrolling.
Golden lettering flashed, listing rows of enviable rewards: 100,000-year-old soul bones, divine-grade elixirs, fragments of divine artifacts...
That was something that people once flocked to.
But now.
Wang Hu didn't even raise his head.
He turned a blind eye to it.
His eyes were only on that lofty figure on the terrace.
"My lord... grant me glory!"
Wang Hu's voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of scalding sand in his throat. He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his upper body trembling violently—a mixture of a thirst for power and a fear of the unknown.
Navelette did not speak.
He raised his right hand and gently tapped the air with his index finger.
despair.
A drop of deep blue water gathered at his fingertip.
There was no incantation, no fluctuation of soul power, and no system notification sound.
That was a drop of pure water.
But everyone present, including the Snow Empress and Ice Empress, who were ferocious beasts, held their breath the moment the drop of water appeared. They could sense within it a power powerful enough to rewrite the rules.
"go."
Navelette flicked her fingers.
Swoosh.
The water droplet transformed into a streak of light, instantly traversing hundreds of meters and precisely piercing into Wang Hu's brow.
"Well--!!!"
Wang Hu suddenly tilted his head back.
He opened his mouth wide, and the veins on his neck throbbed wildly like earthworms.
There were no heart-wrenching screams.
The only sound was the popping sound from the rapid growth of bones.
Click click click!
A large amount of water elemental energy was frantically gathering around him, which was a higher form of energy than soul power.
At his feet, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...
The original eight spirit rings vibrated violently.
Immediately afterwards.
Buzz—
The ninth halo slowly emerged beneath his feet.
That's not the red that symbolizes 100,000 years.
It's not yellow, which symbolizes a century.
It was a deep, intense blue-black that seemed to devour light.
That's the color of the deep sea.
boom!
A powerful aura belonging to a Title Douluo spread wildly outwards from Wang Hu as the center.
What was once an insurmountable bottleneck became as fragile as a wet piece of toilet paper in the face of that single drop of water.
"It's...it's done?"
Wang Hu stared blankly at his hands.
He felt the vast, ocean-like power within him, the sense of advancement that could be gained without killing or facing death in the icy wilderness, which plunged him into a state of frenzied trance.
The next second.
Thump!
Wang Hu kowtowed heavily, the force of which shattered the stone slab in front of him.
"Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty!!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great favor!!!"
He screamed incoherently, his face covered in tears and snot.
In the square.
The deathly silence was broken.
Tens of thousands of eyes instantly turned blood red.
It was an extreme form of fanaticism.
There's no need to hunt soul beasts.
There's no need to gamble.
As long as you submit.
If that man just nods, even a dog can rise to the top in one step.
"Is this... the new order?"
Xue Di looked at the group of humans below who had gone mad, her eyes somewhat dazed.
She turned to look at Navelette's retreating figure.
This man neither enacted any laws nor established any church. He simply stood there, and with absolute power, easily erased the bloody knot that had bound humanity and spirit beasts for millennia.
.
Although domineering.
But... it was very effective.
"It's a little noisy."
Navelette turned away, no longer looking at the fanatical believers below.
He walked back to his seat and sat down.
Shuiyue immediately came over with a tray and carefully placed a cup of brewed black tea beside him.
"Sir, the temperature is just right."
Shui Yue'er's voice trembled slightly. She secretly glanced at Vilette's hand resting on the armrest. Those hands were long and strong, with distinct knuckles. It was that finger that had casually created a Title Douluo.
"Um."
Navelette picked up her teacup and took a small sip.
"Honestly, a bunch of grown men crying like that, it's so ugly."
Furnessa sat on the soft chair opposite him, a piece of strawberry cake she'd snatched from the kitchen in her hand. She stuffed it into her mouth while mumbling a complaint, "Villet, can't you make them quiet?"
The atmosphere was so intense, it felt like a cult event.
"This is a necessary procedure."
Navelette put down her teacup.
The porcelain base struck the tabletop, producing a crisp sound.
He ignored Funina's complaints, and instead raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the women in front of him.
Shui Bing'er stood respectfully, while Shui Yue'er looked at her with eyes full of admiration.
Snow Empress was aloof and compliant, while Ice Empress, though awkward, leaned closer to her.
The old realm of the gods has been destroyed.
New rules have been established.
Every corner of this continent has been permeated, marked, and controlled by his water element.
The war is over.
What followed was a long and tedious period of rule.
As he told the Asura God, order needs an anchor.
For these ordinary lives, the most direct and reassuring anchors are often grand, ritualistic events.
Navelette tapped her fingers lightly on her knee twice.
Da, da.
He seems to have made a decision.
There was no build-up whatsoever.
There was no intention to solicit opinions whatsoever.
Navelette looked at Shui Bing'er, who was helping him organize his documents, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were ordering tonight's menu.
"Pass down the order."
His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone in the room stop what they were doing.
"Preparing for the wedding."
Three days later.
The sky above Tianshui City.
There were no lanterns or decorations, no deafening drums or gongs, and none of the tedious and lengthy formalities typical of human weddings.
Suspended a thousand meters in the air is a magnificent platform constructed entirely of compressed, high-density water elements. It is transparent, and looking up from below, one can clearly see the ripples created by the soles of shoes.
Sunlight penetrates this "water base" that is tens of meters thick, and is refracted into dark blue spots of light that envelop the entire city.
The temperature is very low.
The air was filled with a salty, fishy smell, similar to that of the deep sea under heavy pressure.
In the very center of the platform, a throne made of obsidian stood all alone.
Navelette sat on it.
He crossed his legs, his chin resting on his gloved right hand, his unfocused vertical pupils staring blankly into the void. Behind him, the enormous phantom of a water dragon loomed in and out of sight, occasionally flicking its tail and creating a trail of...
The wind pressure caused by the array distorts space.
Below.
The once crowded viewing platform was deathly silent.
Envoys from the Star Luo Empire, the remnants of the Heaven Dou Empire, and various sects were all kneeling on the ground. Their foreheads pressed against the cold, slippery ground, their backs hunched, sweat dripping from their noses and pooling at their feet.
The puddle.
No one dared to look up.
No one even dared to breathe heavily.
This is not a wedding.
This was a coronation that resembled an execution.
Da, da, da.
The crisp sound of footsteps broke the silence.
The water curtain on the north side of the platform automatically separated.
There was no emcee announcing the bride's entrance.
Several figures walked against the light, wading through the ankle-deep water.
Leading the way was Qian Renxue.
She wasn't wearing the golden divine armor symbolizing the angel god, nor the long court dress belonging to the Heavenly Dou royal family. Instead, she wore a semi-transparent gauze garment woven from pure water, clinging damply to her skin.
It outlines the taut lines of every muscle.
Her face was as pale as paper.
The arrogance that once belonged to the "Angel God" had long been crushed by those few days in the dungeon of the Villette Palace.
Qian Renxue walked down the steps to the throne.
At this moment, she was only five meters away from Navelette.
At this distance, in the past, she would have drawn her angelic sword without hesitation and stabbed him. But now, she didn't even dare to look directly into Vilette's emotionless eyes.
Thump.
Qian Renxue's knees buckled, and she knelt down heavily.
The kneecap struck the obsidian with a dull, teeth-grinding thud.
"Qian Renxue... has come to serve you."
Her voice trembled, her teeth chattering softly. She clasped her hands together, palms up, and knelt down in the most humble posture of her life, pressing her forehead against Villette's boots.
To Navilette, this was not a declaration of war, but a list of spoils to be handed over.
The woman in the green dress followed closely behind.
Goddess of Life.
Or rather, she is the goddess of life whose physical body was reshaped by the waters of the primordial womb.
A ring of deep blue dragon scale patterns appeared around her neck, a mark of ownership.
She walked slowly, her eyes vacant and lost. The memories of her former divine realm remained, but the dignity that belonged to the God-King had been overshadowed by a more fundamental instinct—absolute obedience to the "source of water."
She walked to Qian Renxue's side, lifted her skirt, and slowly knelt down.
The movements are mechanical and standardized, like a pre-programmed alchemical puppet.
"call..."
Then came a series of rapid and disordered breathing sounds.
Hyotei was wearing a somewhat oversized white dress, and her legs were swaying.
For soul beasts, this kind of bloodline suppression is more deadly than for humans. Just by sitting there, Vilette's dragon aura caused Ice Emperor to experience a physiological hallucination called "being preyed upon."
She felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat tightly.
Before they even reached their designated spot, Hyotei slipped.
*Smack*
She tumbled awkwardly onto the water, splashing water everywhere.
"Waaah..."
Hyotei shuddered in fright, her eyes instantly reddening. She frantically tried to get up, using both hands and feet, but her limbs stiffened from excessive fear, making her look like a turtle turned belly up.
A cold hand grabbed her arm.
Xue Di lifted her up.
Compared to Hyotei's loss of composure, Yukitai appeared much calmer.
She expressionlessly patted the water stains off Hyotei's skirt, then pulled her to the side of the throne, bent her knees, and knelt down.
"The far north is a wild and uncivilized land, where people don't know manners."
Xue Di lowered her head, her voice cold and clear, speaking rapidly, "Please punish me, Your Majesty."
After saying that, she reached out and pressed down on the back of Hyotei's head, forcibly slamming her sister's head to the ground.
Hyotei dared not resist, burying their entire face in the water, their bodies heaving violently.
Navelette did not speak.
He didn't even glance at the two so-called Northern Heavenly Kings.
His gaze passed over the women kneeling on the ground and looked towards the entrance.
It was deserted.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually froze. Qian Renxue, kneeling on the ground, had her gauze dress soaked with cold sweat. She thought Violet was dissatisfied, and fear grew wildly in her heart like weeds.
Just then.
"Oh dear! I already told you this petticoat is too big!"
A murmur of complaint came from behind the water curtain.
Immediately following was a series of clanging and banging noises.
With the lace parasol in one hand and her huge skirt in the other, Funinna stumbled out like a colorful parrot that had wandered into a solemn funeral.
She did not wear those so-called "clothes of submission".
She was wearing her signature dark blue tailcoat, her top hat askew, and a dazzling sapphire brooch on her chest.
"Who designed this road? It's all water! Vilette, are you trying to slip me to death so you can inherit my cake?"
Fu Ningna strode over, yelling and making a complete fool of herself.
She completely ignored Qian Renxue and the Goddess of Life kneeling on the ground, and even brushed Hyotei's head to the side because her skirt was so big.
The entire room fell silent.
The tens of thousands of Soul Masters below felt their scalps tingle.
In this world, there is probably only one person who dares to speak to that person like that.
Funina walked to the throne.
She did not kneel.
She looked around and realized that no chair had been prepared for her.
"Tsk."
Funina rolled her eyes and plopped down on the wide armrest of the throne.
She crossed her legs, rubbed her heels against Villette's black trench coat, then reached into thin air and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds, cracking them open with a crackling sound.
"This whole process is so boring."
Funina casually tossed the sunflower seed shells into the water at her feet, looked at the women kneeling on the ground, and shook her head. "Vilette, is this your taste? You all look like you're going to your execution. Especially..."
That blond guy was trembling like a leaf. Am I that scary?
(End of chapter)