My Substitute CEO Bride

Dante understood the implication in Nash's words and nodded. "We'll try to reconcile. Even if reconciliation isn't possible, they wouldn't dare act rashly against us!"

"Alright, handle it as you see fit!" Nash nodded and then proceeded to the eighth floor of the Chaos Tower and then the fifth step.

The fifth step led to a room of mystic gold. Mountains of gold rose from the ground, and even the floor was covered in golden sand. Nash's face turned red with excitement. "Ditto, are these golden mountains real?" He knew Ditto was sleeping and was merely asking rhetorically.

"Of course, they're real. The properties of this mystic gold are many times stronger than ordinary gold," came Ditto's lazy voice.

Nash asked awkwardly, "You're not asleep? Did I disturb you?"

"I'm sleeping. I'm just talking to you through my dream."

Nash's mouth twitched. He did not think Ditto was joking. With Ditto's supernatural abilities, she might indeed be able to communicate with him in her dreams.

"Can I dig up a gold mountain and take it with me?" Nash asked jokingly. Who would need to ever work again with this much gold?

A bright light suddenly appeared in front of Nash, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of oppression. Within the light, a pair of pitch-black eyes stared intensely at Nash. "I'm telling you, you can train and temper your body here, but if you touch my gold, you'll regret it!" Nash felt a chill in his heart and forced a smile. "I was just joking. No need to get agitated."

It was clear that Ditto was quite the miser.

Ditto snorted coldly. "This gold is all mine. Even my previous master didn't dare say such things."

Cold sweat appeared on Nash's forehead. "Don't worry, I won't touch your gold. You can go back to rest!"

Only then did Ditto's dark eyes soften slightly before she gradually faded away.

Nash took a few steps forward, feeling the golden sand under his feet. He could sense a strange energy seeping into his body through his feet. The intense metallic energy seemed intent on destroying every cell in his body.

In just a moment, Nash's skin began to fester. "Ah,

sighede to die again!" he

sighed with a bitter smile. Each time he tempered his body, his flesh.

would disappear once. For ordinary people, this would be tantamount to death.

Qu

One would already be reduced to ashes in the flames of the first staircase without a nascent soul.

Three minutes later, a golden skeleton slowly sank into the golden sand.

...

Abner and his group were on a mountain several dozen miles away and were using their spiritual power to spy on the Unfettered Sect and the Fiery Flame Sect, only to

discover that the members were all stiffalive.

Roscoe's expression turned extremely grim at that. "Damn it, why are they still alive?"

Clyde sneered. "Isn't this all your own doing?"

Merrick had actually come to look for him, but he had refused him. He regretted it deeply now. If he had joined Merrick with his disciples, those talented children would not have perished in the sea of fire. "Someone is coming."

Just as Roscoe was complaining, Abner suddenly narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance.