Chapter 3136: Ginger Is Still Spicier When Old! Ingrate! Three vs Three...

Just as the True God Chihuang and the True God Yaofeng faced off in tense confrontation, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Yaofeng, you've gone too far!"

The voice was calm, yet its meaning was unmistakable.

This was a team's intervention!

And at this moment, only a True God-level being would dare to speak up.

Wang Teng, hearing that familiar tone, didn't need to look to know it was the True God Zhulong.

This decisive battle had already turned the True Gods Yaofeng and Chihuang against each other—and even the True God Zhulong—creating deep animosity between them.

It was a clash of interests!

Thus, naturally, Zhulong would stand on the side of Chihuang.

A faint smile curled on Wang Teng’s lips. He thought to himself how thoroughly this Yaofeng True God deserved a lesson.

He knew full well he had no allies among the three great domains, yet still insisted on opposing the strongest forces of all three. Wasn’t that just asking for trouble?

"But among those ten True Gods," Wang Teng suddenly thought, his eyes flickering with realization, "perhaps one of them is an ally."

He glanced subtly toward the ten True God-level beings.

Who could it be?

The situation was too complex, and what he knew was too little to make any judgment.

Still, he believed that since Yaofeng had stepped forward, his allies would surely appear soon enough.

"Wait a moment..."

Wang Teng’s mind stirred again, another thought striking him.

Could it be that Yaofeng’s sudden provocation now was part of some deeper scheme?

The more he considered it, the more plausible it seemed. His expression grew heavier.

This Yaofeng True God had never been after small things from the start.

Now that the war was over, and his allies were arriving, he wouldn’t stay silent.

Instinctively, Wang Teng glanced at Elder Ji, only to see the old man gazing downward, hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought—as if utterly detached from the conflict before them.

"..."

Wang Teng fell silent.

Just moments ago, he’d been warned to stay cautious. And now, here was Elder Ji acting as though none of this concerned him.

You're quite something, Elder Ji!

Indeed, experience always trumps youth. You can't help but respect the old-timer.

Wang Teng immediately mimicked the gesture, placing his hands behind his back and adopting a distant, dreamy expression—mirroring Elder Ji perfectly.

They sat side by side, their postures and expressions identical, creating an uncanny sense of déjà vu.

"..."

Elder Ji nearly cracked. A subtle twitch flickered at the corner of his eye.

That kid... actually imitating him?

Should he call him cunning? Or clever?

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But he didn’t bother responding further. After all, this was a True God’s moment. It had little to do with him or Wang Teng.

As for what came next?

Who could say?

"Now that we are aboard the mechanical race’s divine warship, the mechanical race must take responsibility!" Yaofeng True God sneered coldly, speaking as if it were self-evident.

"Don’t try to twist things around," Zhulong True God chuckled. "The mechanical race allowed us to rest on their divine warship out of goodwill. Now that something has gone wrong, you’re turning the blame back on them. I never realized you had such a trait of ingratitude."

"..."

Yaofeng’s face darkened instantly. He was speechless.

Ingratitude? What kind of nonsense was that?

A True God being called ungrateful? This was truly unprecedented—like a maiden riding a sedan chair for the first time.

His reputation was under attack!

So many immortal-level and even True God-level beings were watching. If this remark spread, what dignity would he have left?

Yaofeng even saw mockery flashing in the eyes of several other True Gods. Rage surged through him.

Yet he couldn’t refute Zhulong’s words.

It was true—the mechanical race had shown kindness by allowing them to rest on their divine warship. They had indeed benefited.

After all, the mechanical race’s divine warships were top-tier in both defense and cultivation support.

No one present could deny that.

They might possess immortal-level ships, or even divine-level ones, but none could compare to the mechanical race’s vessels.

Otherwise, why would so many powerful cultivators flock to them?

Yaofeng had intended to skirt past this point, shifting blame onto the mechanical race’s oversight. But Zhulong had precisely exposed the core flaw—leaving him completely flustered.

Wang Teng was equally surprised. When had Zhulong’s words become so sharp?

He had hit the nail on the head.

Not simple at all.

Now, how would Yaofeng respond?

Since learning Elder Ji’s essence, he had relaxed, content to watch from the sidelines.

After all, he had no place to interject anyway.

"Hmph!"

Yaofeng snorted coldly. "If the mechanical race took responsibility for this incident, shouldn’t they follow through?"

"And who knows—maybe this whole thing is connected to the mechanical race?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone’s expressions shifted.

Some strong cultivators began looking at Chihuang True God with suspicion.

Fortunately, they quickly grasped the crux of the matter.

It couldn’t possibly be the Machine Clan.

What benefit would the Machine Clan gain by striking them here?

Even if they obtained their fortune and power, once discovered, the price to pay would be substantial.

And they’d have to offend so many powerful factions.

The Machine Clan would never dare commit such a reckless act.

This was pure suicide!

Besides, this entire incident was initiated by the Machine Clan themselves. If they hadn’t spoken up, the others wouldn’t have known anything at all.

Why go out of their way to suffer needlessly?

No matter how one looked at it, it couldn’t have been the Machine Clan!

Though initially, the powerful figures present had been momentarily blinded by anger—swayed by True God Yao Feng’s words, they were inclined to blame the Machine Clan.

But upon reflection, everyone came to their senses, nearly falling for Yao Feng’s manipulation.

None in the room were fools; they understood perfectly well the intentions behind Yao Feng’s actions.

Their gazes toward Yao Feng instantly turned cold.

Many strong cultivators already disliked Yao Feng, and now that they saw his behavior, their disdain only deepened.

Yet the other side was too powerful—immortal-level beings could not easily speak out.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew heavier, thick with an almost imperceptible tension spreading through the main control hall.

"Hmph."

Wang Teng couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh in his heart.

This Yao Feng True God truly had made a foolish move, actually suspecting the Machine Clan of involvement.

What kind of mind did he possess?

Anyone with sense knew the Machine Clan couldn’t be the culprits.

Anyone else might have done it—but not the Machine Clan.

If they had, they’d be handing over their own downfall, suffering a massive loss.

"Some things require proof,"

Chihuang True God’s gaze had turned icy, fixed on Yao Feng as he said,

"Accusing my Machine Clan without evidence—no matter which race you come from, I’ll make sure you regret it."

That statement was practically a declaration of war.

Chihuang showed no restraint, as if ready to strike at any moment.

"That race?" Wang Teng heard Chihuang’s words and felt a flicker of curiosity.

Which race was it?

Judging by Chihuang’s expression, he clearly already knew something—and feared it.

But now, cornered by Yao Feng, the Machine Clan could no longer remain silent.

If they didn’t respond, their dignity would be utterly destroyed.

Yao Feng’s face darkened instantly, his inner turmoil unbearable.

A Machine Clan True God dared to openly defy him?

He had assumed that under these circumstances, the other side would hesitate, afraid to break relations with him.

But the Machine Clan refused to back down.

Now, he found himself trapped in a corner.

Was he really going to fight the Machine Clan?

He was alone here, injured severely—certainly no match for them. Fighting would only lead to defeat.

But if he didn’t fight, wouldn’t that mean he feared the Machine Clan? What face would he have afterward?

With so many powerful factions present, there was no doubt this would become a scandal.

By then, it would be like mud smeared on one’s pants—whether or not it was shit, it would still look like it.

"Damn!"

Yao Feng cursed inwardly, preparing to respond.

At this point, silence was impossible.

"Enough!"

Just then, a voice rang out from among the ten True God-level figures, carrying immense authority.

"This matter ends here."

Chihuang’s expression shifted slightly, a glint of coldness flashing across his eyes as he turned his gaze toward one of the silhouettes. Clearly, the speaker was that figure.

Wang Teng finally raised his head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the silhouette.

Yao Feng’s ally had finally revealed himself!

Unfortunately, from the figure, Wang Teng could discern nothing remarkable—except perhaps being tall and imposing. Otherwise, it looked like an ordinary human form.

Yao Feng exhaled in relief. This was precisely what he had been waiting for. Otherwise, how could he have acted so recklessly?

He had confidence in his own race’s strength—no fear of the Machine Clan.

"Yao Feng still owes my clan an apology," Chihuang said calmly, "or this won’t end here."

"You!" Yao Feng’s face changed.

He hadn’t expected that after another True God spoke, Chihuang would still insist on pressing the issue.

Wang Teng could feel the rising tension between both sides, sensing that things were about to spiral into unforeseen territory.

*Hiss.*

Could it be that just after the great battle with the Dark Species, we’re now facing a civil war within the Bright Universe?

Though he secretly hoped the two sides would clash—after all, that would be the perfect opportunity to profit—he also knew, as a morally upright genius of the Bright Universe, that such thoughts were somewhat selfish.

One mustn’t be too self-centered!

"Sigh… I’m just too kind," Wang Teng murmured quietly in his heart.

If the Machine Clan weren’t somewhat connected to him, he wouldn’t care at all whether they fought or not. He’d rather see Yao Feng’s skull cracked open.

"I think Yao Feng’s mistake was unintentional,"

Another voice echoed from among the ten True God silhouettes, calm and detached, as if discussing a trivial matter.

Wang Teng’s heart jolted.

Yao Feng had more allies?

No, it couldn't be.

What race did He belong to, to possess such staggering influence?

Yet before his shock could even settle, a third voice already resonated through the air.

"Since this occurrence took place atop a god-grade battleship of the Machine Race, such suspicion is only natural."

The speakers were all True God-level entities among those ten silhouettes of light; with them speaking simultaneously, the sheer weight of their words needed no elaboration.

The atmosphere within the main control hall instantly grew as heavy as a myriad of boulders.

Wang Teng no longer knew what to say.

Three of them!

Of the ten True Gods, three had actually sided with True God Yaofeng—a weight that was by no means light.

Let alone Wang Teng, even the powerhouses from the various other factions were utterly shocked at this moment.

The pupils of True God Chihuang constricted as His gaze swept over the silhouettes of the three speaking True God-level entities, His heart sinking slightly.

No wonder True God Yaofeng was so utterly fearless!

With so many True God-level entities standing on His side, He indeed possessed some measure of confidence.

However, their Machine Race was not to be trifled with either; did they truly believe only they had allies?

True God Chihuang’s expression remained unchanged as He quietly waited for something.

True God Yaofeng looked at Him and let out a cold sneer.

Right at that moment, True God Zhulong spoke up at the opportune time: "In this matter, my Zhulong Clan stands with the Machine Race!"

He offered no superfluous words; merely that single phrase, "stands with the Machine Race," made his stance straightforward and clear.

This was practically declaring that their Zhulong Clan cared nothing for right or wrong; they were simply the Machine Race's most steadfast ally.

"Hehe, I also side with the Machine Race on this matter. If one speaks amiss, one must pay the price. If a True God lacks even this shred of accountability, it would truly be a disgrace to us True Gods."

Another somewhat irreverent voice drifted out from among those ten True God silhouettes.

It was difficult to imagine that a True God-level entity could be so unconventional!

Where was the dignity of a True God-level entity?

Where was the majesty of a True God-level entity?

Wang Teng looked toward this True God-level entity in some surprise, only to discover that the other party seemed to wink at him.

"Holy cow!"

A jolt of fright went through his heart; it appeared that even across the light screen, his every single move could not be hidden from these True God-level entities.

Then again, it made sense!

The other party was a True God-level being after all, so how could they possibly fail to notice him?

The reason the other party ignored his little gestures was entirely because they simply didn't take him seriously.

At this moment, he finally understood completely why Elder Ji maintained that appearance of his soul wandering beyond the heavens; it was likely that he too felt a mere Demigod-level like himself had to take a back seat in such an occasion.

Of course, it was also possible that Elder Ji simply had no wish to involve himself in these matters.

Judging by Elder Ji's personality, the other party did not seem to possess much fondness for these struggles for power and profit.

All sorts of thoughts flashed through Wang Teng's mind, and immediately after, he found himself somewhat caught between tears and laughter.

This True God-level entity seemed rather eccentric and unconstrained!

He had originally thought himself eccentric enough, but now he realized there were always grander horizons beyond.

If anyone dared to call him eccentric in the future, he would certainly take offense.

Compared to this True God-level entity, his own behavior was mere child's play.

"Hehe, Yaofeng, do you still want to keep any of your dignity?"

Yet another voice rang out, likewise originating from among those ten silhouettes of light.

One True God-level entity after another stepped into the fray, as if they had finally bared their sharp fangs.

The cold sneer on True God Yaofeng's face had already stiffened, giving off a distinct feeling of being unable to save face.

As more and more True God-level entities spoke up on behalf of the Machine Race, He knew that He would gain absolutely no advantage this time.

It was highly likely He would truly have to apologize to bring this matter to an end!

Otherwise, His dignity would truly be trampled completely beneath their feet.

After three True Gods spoke up for True God Chihuang, no one else opened their mouth; it seemed this lineup was already sufficient to suppress True God Yaofeng's side.

Three against three, a perfect match.