The room is a spacious studio fully equipped with a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, all tailored to the dimminionive form of the little sprite.

The kitchen and bathroom feature modern amenities akin to the overall decor of the divine abode.

The foundational furnishings were funded by her divine currency provided through the system.

The temple itself is inherently equipped with various expansion and renovation modules, making modifications remarkably straightforward.

As for the soft furnishings, the process is even more effortless.

By visiting the exchange, she spent a single divine coin to procure suitable items.

She opted for a cohesive arrangement, leaving further details to be added later by the little sprites once they settle in.

The room belonging to son Bow Bow exudes warmth.

Adorned with a cream color blanket, a soft cream mattress, and cream curtains.

It appears she has a particular fondness for bright hues.

The most intriguing aspect of the room is a small window sill displaying a pale yellow luminescent mushroom potted plant as a decorative piece.

This gentle yellow glow casts a warm indescribable ambiencece upon the cream colored fabrics.

Good night.

Chapter 117.

The explosive meeting room.

After bidding farewell to son Bao Bao, Suzie Han left the room.

The moonlight was dim and she made her solitary way back to her bedroom.

In the bathroom, she immersed herself in a warm bath, allowing the soothing water to nourish her skin.

Gazing out of the night sky, she could faintly discern the scenes from the first elf city.

The divine realm was tranquil, interrupted only by the occasional tolling of bells.

Devoid of any other disturbances.

Opening the luminous screen, she randomly played a piece of background music.

The Divine Realm game during its time on Blue Star featured several background melodies now accessible through the screen.

This served as a form of free entertainment within the divine realm.

As she contemplated the serene surroundings, Suzie Han could not help but reflect on the affairs of the divine realm she had been managing throughout the day.

The comprehensive development of spiritual energy necessitated investment in research and development as every sector from transportation to various industries relied on innovation.

The little spirits knowledge academy of the Ling Jing Jing organization, the free group of the Ling Pipi organization and the various guilds of the Little Spirits represented the seeds of research and development within the divine realm.

In the upcoming morning meeting, it was imperative to increase investments in these guilds, providing ample support for their growth.

Furthermore, the political framework of the divine realm required reform.

With the inclusion of numerous races, governance could no longer rest solely upon the shoulders of the little spirit clan.

Ethnic integration was essential.

Suzan reviewed her recent work progress.

the establishment of factories surrounding the mechanical research institute, developments in Ming West City, the cultivation of farmland near the second elf city, and the conversion of the undead army by the doll and death knight.

She also reflected on the growth of elite individuals from different races.

Among the glowing mushrooms, a level six being had emerged, exceptionally intelligent, a small gray mushroom emitting orange yellow luminescence named Shiao Huiguay.

It was said that its parents were named Shiao Huigui In Yumi, leading to its rather lengthy name.

Finding it cumbersome, Su Xihan rebranded it as Hwimi.

Hwimi had already mastered the divine language, distinguishing itself as the most articulate and intelligent member of the glowing mushroom clan, recommended by the elders of its kind to pursue studies in the elf city.

Currently, it was under the toutelage of Ling Jing Jing, acquiring a wealth of cultural knowledge.

Suzui Han held high hopes for Himi, wishing for it to succeed and guide the enlightened glowing mushroom clan in contributing to the advancement of the divine realm.

Having organized her thoughts, Suzie Han raised her glass to the night sky, toasting to this flourishing world and indulged in three cups of juice.

Having resided in the divine realm for an extended period, she had grown increasingly accustomed to it, while her memories of the blue star era became more and more distant.

After her bath, she used divine power to dry her hair and changed into a clean night gown.

She randomly picked a book from the shelf, lying on her bed, and casually flipping through its pages.

The title read, "The historical chronicles of the sky city of ancient Babylon.

Drowsiness soon enveloped her, leading her into a deep slumber.

" "Oh, Radiant One, where art thou? Please, I implore you, speak to me.

I wish to apologize," Ling Pipi pleaded.

Em sorry, but I cannot disclose that, came to reply.

The dimminionive sprite, respplendant in hue and name, sternly rebuffed Ling Pips's inquiries.

With a furrowed brow, it seemed to suppress its disdain.

Towering at approximately half a meter, it was larger than most many sprites.

Adorned with gold rimmed spectacles perched precariously on its nose, which lacked a bridge, the glasses dangled from its head, clad in a black cloak over a white shirt.

only a hint of its fur peaked out.

The crisp white shirt was complimented by a brown bow tie, and it held a clipboard with meticulous precision.

"Please, I beseech you, inform the esteemed deity that I have cleansed myself and am no longer odious," Ling Pip implored.

The deity shall not see you today.

Do not waste your efforts.

" The sprite replied gravely, retreating deeper into the temple, ignoring Ling Pip entirely.

Its movements were swift, almost resembling a flight, were it not for the uniformity in each leap.

Ling Pip sighed, lamenting the unyielding nature of the sprite.

As despair enveloped it, another familiar figure hopped by.

Bag, dear Bag, might you ly your assistance? Please intercede with the deity on my behalf.

It was not my intention to offend.

I implore you, do not let the deity harbor anger towards me, it cried.

tears and snot streaming down its face.

Bag realizing the predicament listened attentively as Ling Pip recounted the incident.

Earlier that day during the morning meeting, Ling Pip's display of the fluorescent bomb had resulted in an explosion, filling the conference room with a foul stench.

Everyone present had been caught in the chaos, prompting the deity to terminate the meeting and order everyone to cleanse themselves while specifically instructing Ling Pip to reflect on its actions and not to be seen for the remainder of the day.

I'm on leave today.

I apologize, but is Golds duty today? I can't assist you, Bag stated directly.

In truth, it was merely a ruse, as even if it were on duty, it had no intention of aiding Ling Pip.

The deity has decreed that Ling Pip should not be seen today.

Who could possibly help you? Ling Pip, ever the clumsy one, was left to accept its fate and learn a lesson.

How bothersome it was to be called in on a day off for quintuple pay due to the antics of his character.

Sweet yet burdened, Bag, emotionally astute, refrained from secretly sabotaging Ling Pip.

All in consideration of its status among the four great sprites.

As Bag leaped away, the echoes of Ling Pip lamentations could still be heard outside the temple.

I truly do not understand why the fluorescent bomb caused such a stench.

It was not intentional.

Bag found it perplexing.

Among the four great sprites, there was the benevolent Lord Fu, the reliable Lord One, the scholarly Lord Jing, and the formidable Lord Chong.

Yet Ling Pip remained in its hapless state.

Why conduct experiments with a fluorescent bomb in such a significant setting as the conference room? Why not test it outdoors first before presenting it to the deity? Upon entering the courtyard of the temple, an unbearable stench assailed even the delicate senses of the little sprite, causing a noticeable change in sun bow bows countenance.

Uggh.

It could not suppress a wave of wretching.

It nearly expelled the breakfast of the day along with the dinner from the previous evening.

As it lifted its gaze, the sight before it made its pupils constrict instantaneously.

Chapter 118.

A cry for help.

The conference room along with the adjoining courtyard was bismerched by a multitude of yellowish brown viscous substances that clung to the walls and floor.

Some of these substances emanated a faint glow, while others remained dull.

Yet, they all shared a singular characteristic, a pungent odor so repugnant that it surpassed even that of human waste.

The intensity of this foul stench infused with a malevolent aura caused the little sprites to experience a profound sense of physical discomfort, rendering the atmosphere utterly revolting.

Son Bao instinctively held his breath, his mind swirling with chaotic thoughts.

Lingipi, what are you doing? Are you attempting to disgust the divine being? The weapon you designed has demonstrated its destructive capability.

But why conduct such a grim experiment in a solemn conference room? It is utterly filthy beyond redemption.

The very thought of having to clean this room left an indelible mark on Son Bow's mind.

A haunting memory he could not shake off.

He couldn't help but wonder how Jean canned Ken was fairing today.