Chapter 193

Chapter 193: The Female Immortal of the Seventh Heavenly Layer

"Heavenly Emperor Fang Ming, there’s something we need to discuss," You You said seriously. Since they showed no hostility, she preferred resolving the Huan Yan matter peacefully.

"Yes, yes!" Fang Ming bobbed his head vigorously, eyes glued to her.

You You stepped aside and gestured to a chair. "Please sit, Emperor."

"Yeeeees!" Fang Ming’s gaze turned dreamy as a goofy grin split his face. He floated toward the chair like a drunk cloud, sitting ramrod straight before smugly glancing back at the envious crowd in the doorway. Their frantic Voice Transmissions erupted like geyser sprays:

"Aaaaaah! She asked HIM to sit! Just HIM! Have you ever seen such a squishable face up close?!"

"Pfft! She’s just being polite to the Emperor. Don’t flatter yourself, baldy!"

"Ugh! Why did I ever respect that clown?!"

"Traitors! All traitors! I’m defecting to the lower realms!"

"Move your big head! You’re blocking the view!"

"Hmph! Let the peasants seethe." Fang Ming’s Voice Transmission boomed. "While you lot wallow in jealousy, I’ll be chatting with- AHEM."

*Collective groan*

You You cleared her throat as Fang Ming’s eyes began glazing over again. "My arrival here was accidental. Actually-"

"Understood!" Fang Ming interjected like an eager student. "We’ll contact the Seventh Heavenly Layer immediately! You’ll stay safely here until then. Not one of these mutts," he glared pointedly at the doorway, "will disturb you!"

The mob at the door twitched.

"Seventh Layer?" You You blinked. "Why there?"

"All newly ascended female immortals go to upper heavenly layers," Fang Ming explained. "The Seventh Layer’s ruler is female. We middle layers," he gestured mournfully at himself and the doorway crowd, "rarely get visitors. But!" He perked up suddenly. "Our Fourth Layer has majestic peaks! Fluffy clouds! And uh… sturdy, handsome immortals! Like me!"

The doorway mob instantly puffed chests, smoothed hair, and promptly tripped over each other.

You You massaged her temples. "I didn’t ascend. Your tracking spell on Huan Yan dragged me here."

"What?!" Fang Ming shot upright. "You’re not…"

"Not an immortal."

The room froze.

Fang Ming suddenly teleported into the doorway mob, which parted to reveal a cowering blue-robed immortal.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Fang Ming roared, tackling the man. "Your ‘foolproof’ tracking spell almost killed her!"

"Owww! You can insult Grandpa but not Grandma! Aiyeee!"

The mob formed a protective screening circle around the beating while helpfully contributing:

"Punch his third eye!"

"His talisman skills were always trash!"

"Let me kick him! I studied pressure points!"

Amid the chaos, someone gasped: "Wait! Mortals can’t survive celestial energy! How’s she alive?!"

Every head swiveled toward You You.

"……" She sighed. "The energy doesn’t affect me. More importantly – let’s discuss Huan Yan."