Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Su An’an’s Face-Slapping Livestream
B1 Star Zone, outside the Administrative Hall.
A radiation storm whipped sand and gravel against the silvery-white building.
Su An’an stood at the edge of a high platform. Her loose, silvery-white robes draped around her like a Grecian goddess, the hem fluttering wildly in the gale.
Her butterfly wings were slightly unfurled, their Phosphorus Powder glittering with a fine, pinkish light against the gloomy sky.
"Little Pink,"
She tapped a finger, and a Holographic Screen materialized before her. "Open the Royal Family’s official live stream."
The bullet comments exploded instantly:
[LMAO, can people even live in this dump? Talk is cheap when you’re not the one living here.]
[No matter how much of a goddess she looks, it can’t cover up the stench of radiation in B1, right? The camera lens is practically caked in dust.]
A small smile played on Su An’an’s lips as she suddenly raised a hand.
SWISH!
All the comments were wiped clean in an instant, leaving only a blinding white screen.
"Everyone," she said, her voice as clear and cold as starlight.
"Welcome to the most miserable Star Zone in the Interstellar."
"Today’s goal is to purify this land."
The comments erupted again:
[Is she insane? That radiation level is lethal!]
[Stop playing savior and go back to the Imperial City to be an ornament!]
[Can’t wait to watch this fail. Screenshotting this!]
The corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk. Her gaze swept over the skeptical comments, her voice cool.
"You don’t believe me? Then watch."
The live stream camera followed her as she walked, the scorched earth cracking beneath her feet.
Lan Cangming suddenly rushed forward, a freezing mist surging around him.
"The radiation is 300% above the safe limit! You’ll be injured!"
"What’s there to be afraid of?"
She glanced back, a sly glint in her eyes. "I’ve got you here, don’t I?"
Lan Cangming’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The icy mist instantly condensed into a translucent curtain of water, enveloping her completely.
The hum of the water purification system rose from underground as streams of ethereal blue light spread silently through the veins of the soil.
A comment appeared: [I’ll bet one million Star Coins she doesn’t last three seconds!]
The next second, Su An’an pressed her palm to the scorched earth.
The radioactive wind lifted strands of her hair. Her eyelashes trembled, but her palm remained perfectly still.
In a flash!
Golden Light erupted from the ground. The desolation receded like a tide, revealing rich, dark soil.
The blue light from the purification system merged with the Golden Light, spreading outward in shimmering ripples.
After three seconds of dead silence, the comments section absolutely exploded:
[HOLY SHIT! She purified radioactive soil with her bare hands! This confirms she’s Double S Level!]
[To everyone who said it was special effects, does your face sting now?!]
A trace of Golden Light lingered on Su An’an’s fingertips. The corners of her lips lifted.
Just then, a tall figure emerged against the light, Seville’s Golden Wings unfurling in the radioactive wind.
"Anan, the Gang Vine Seeds are ready."
The chat went wild:
[It’s Lord Seville!]
[Didn’t they say his voice was ruined by poison? How can he speak?!]
Su An’an glanced at the doubtful comments and chuckled. "His voice healed a long time ago."
She turned to Seville, the corner of her eye ticking up. "In a moment, we’ll let certain people hear what a heavenly voice truly sounds like."
The tips of Seville’s ears turned a faint red. He nodded silently.
"I’m going to optimize the purification system."
Lan Cangming suddenly stepped forward, leaned down to place a kiss on Su An’an’s forehead, then turned to Seville and instructed:
"Take care of Anan!"
Seville gave a solemn nod.
Su An’an smiled and gave Lan Cangming a gentle push.
"Go on, get back to your work!"
Lan Cangming turned reluctantly, stealing one last glance back before he left.
The radioactive wind suddenly intensified, messing up the hair around Su An’an’s forehead.
Seville’s long fingers had just reached her ear, intending to tidy her hair, when the chat exploded with scarlet text:
[Bitch, stay away from our man!]
[You useless trash who forced our man into marriage with your Princess status! You’re not worthy of Seville!]
Seville’s Golden Wings instantly tensed. A chill crept into his amber eyes, and his fingertips tightened slightly.
But Su An’an gently pressed his wrist and chuckled at the camera.
"Jealous? I suggest you first learn how to purify radioactive soil with your bare hands."
The residual Golden Light on her fingertips flickered, stinging the eyes of the toxic fans.
They walked hand-in-hand to the designated planting area, only to find the scorched earth covered in vicious beast tracks, as if a fierce battle had just taken place.
The comments section erupted in glee:
[LMAO! Daring to mess with a Mutant Beast nest!]
[Gang Vine Seeds? More like an extra snack for the monsters!]
Su An’an crouched down, her slender fingers pinching a bit of the charred soil. Her tone was calm.
"Little Pink, run a radiation concentration scan."
The data screen suddenly flared with a glaring red light.
Radiation Concentration: 500% Above Safe Limit!
The chat went into an uproar:
[Hah, everyone knows Seville’s voice is ruined! What’s with the act!]
[With radiation levels this high, he could sing his throat raw and it wouldn’t purify anything!]
Seville gave a cold smile. His Golden Wings spread wide, and a purifying hymn poured from him like a river of stars.
His clear, cold voice was like a spring of melted snow from a high mountain, each note carrying the power to cleanse the soul.
The chat was dead silent for three seconds, then the comments began to scroll by in a frenzy:
[You call THAT mute?! His voice is even more divine than the Beast God’s!]
[Haters, come out and take your beating!]
[Seville, slay me! Su An’an, get out of the way and stop blocking the camera!]
Su An’an suddenly parted her lips, and her song flowed out like a clear stream under the moonlight.
The Phosphorus Powder from her butterfly wings scattered with the sound waves, transforming into a thousand points of starlight.
Her voice, clear and bright with a hint of languidness, intertwined perfectly with Seville’s cold, sharp tones.
Their dual spiritual power formed a spiraling hurricane of gold and silvery-blue in the air.
The bullet comments stuttered:
[HOLY SHIT, this duet is incredible!]
[Visualized sound waves?! What kind of god-tier coordination is this!]
As their duet reached its climax:
The scorched earth shattered, and Gang Vine Seeds burst from the ground.
The vines wove together at a visible speed, forming a ten-meter-high wall.
The edges of the leaves gleamed with a cold, metallic light, and totems of a Swan and butterfly wings appeared on their surface.
A single leaf fell, slicing a Mutant Beast’s claw print in two.
The Holographic Screen displayed a diagnostic report:
Hardness: Surpasses military-grade alloy
Radiation Resistance: SSS Level
Beast Repellent Effect: Causes scale rot on contact.
The comments exploded:
[Are those couple’s crests on the Gang Vine??]
[I’m eating this PDA right up!]
[Begging for Gang Vine Seeds, begging for Seville to hold a concert.]
Su An’an gently stroked the vine wall, a proud smile on her face. "And now, welcome to the Mutant Beasts’ Hell."
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Su An’an tapped her finger, turning the live stream camera back toward the area outside the Administrative Hall.
"That concludes today’s purification demonstration. Next, Little Pink will give everyone a tour of the construction progress in the B1 Star Zone."
A perfect smile remained on her lips, but the moment the camera moved away, her body swayed.
Seville instantly caught her by the waist, his amber pupils constricting. "You look terrible."
"It’s nothing. I’ll be fine after a little rest."
Su An’an tried to pull away, but her legs suddenly went weak.
Seville swept her up into his arms, his voice frighteningly deep.
"There’s a limit to how much you can push yourself."
The Phosphorus Powder on Su An’an’s butterfly wings had grown dull, and her fingertips were still trembling, but she grabbed his collar. "Put me down!"
Seville suppressed his anger. "Think about the child in your belly. They can’t handle this kind of strain."
No sooner had he spoken than a soft flutter came from Su An’an’s abdomen, as if the little one inside was also protesting its mother’s recklessness.
She froze, her palm unconsciously moving to cover her lower abdomen. She felt a faint but warm pulse of Divine Power.
"Alright!" She finally relented, her voice softening. "Little Pink, continue the live stream."
