Blasphemy against the Demon Lord!

This time, heaven knows how much he wanted to smash the mirror in front of him!

"You mean everything you see in the mirror is real?"

His deep voice questioned the kneeling young cultivator before him. Though his question was calm, it made one want to tremble uncontrollably.

The young monk was naturally afraid.

This demonic cultivator before us has already killed all the teachers at Yimeng Academy, including the academy's dean and even Grandmaster Hongyun, who possessed the strength of a Martial Saint!

His boss also died at this man's hands.

This man has blood on his hands; in the entire martial arts world, who wouldn't fear him?

"Yes, everything I said is true."

The young monk, kneeling on the ground, replied, "This mirror can only show you the person you most want to see, and that person must be alive. If you wish to obtain that person, you can deduce their location from the surrounding environment."

At this moment, Shang Yanting took out a painting.

A black and white ink painting, rendered with two light strokes. It's a rather perfunctory and hasty drawing, yet the image of a little raccoon leaps off the page. It's lifelike in form and even more so in spirit.

He looked at the young martial artist, "Have you seen this demonic beast before?"

"this……"

The young cultivator had never seen it before, but he dared not say that he had never seen it.

"Your Majesty, there are many magical beasts in the Cloud Peak Tower. We may have seen some of the smaller ones, but we have forgotten their details. We have special books that record magical beasts, which we can use for careful comparison."

The young cultivator lowered his head respectfully, hoping that his cooperation would earn him a spare of his life.

A soft "hmm" appeared above her head, and the black boots in front of her were slowly moved away.

The demon is gone.

After everyone had left, the young cultivator collapsed to the ground. The image of that demon, the death of his boss, and the death of his grandmaster Hongyun flashed before his eyes.

It really scared him to death.

##

Xianlong Peak

The nineteenth senior brother refined the Primordial Taiyi Pill, and they obtained a wood-type spiritual treasure.

Although Shang Yanting was still unconscious, everything was progressing in a positive direction, and Jia Xitong was in a good mood, so much so that her unpleasant "la la la la..." echoed throughout the entire mountain.

She never imagined that she had become a wanted criminal in the original world.

The ink paintings of raccoons were posted in various prisons and towns. Anyone who could find this magical beast would receive a great reward from the Lord.

Unfortunately, no one earned this reward.

Within the dark palace, eerie green ghostly flames flickered all around. The only throne in the hall was crafted from a skeleton. Jia Xitong could never have imagined that the skeleton of Wan Zhi had been forged into a demonic throne, with a cold skull prostrate at her feet.

Shang Yanting stared at the Heart-Seeking Mirror he had obtained not far away, while the demonic cultivators below dared not utter a sound.

Until a demonic cultivator arrived with a beautiful young woman wearing a veil.

"Your Excellency."

Only then did Shang Yanting shift his gaze from the broom-like monster in the mirror.

"I have found you a gift."

The person who came bowed his head and said.

His words were cautious, yet tinged with excitement. After receiving permission, he gestured for the veiled woman beside him to speak.

The woman was somewhat timid.

She knelt down timidly, "This humble woman, Hu Xiuer, greets Your Majesty."

The demonic cultivator glanced at Shang Yanting, and seeing that he did not stop her, he continued to instruct Hu Xiuer, "Take off the veil."

The woman did everything the demonic cultivator said.

The moment the woman lifted her veil, Shang Yanting's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

picture!

Her face looks so much like hers.

The demonic cultivators below were secretly delighted by their master's reaction. Their master possessed countless paintings, most of which captured the spirit of the subject with just a few strokes. Only when painting a woman did he achieve such exquisite detail and lifelike realism.

He had been fortunate enough to see two portraits of this woman, and guessed that her position in His Majesty's heart must be very different from that of ordinary people.

If you can't find the real thing, then find a substitute.

He had encountered Hu Xiuer by chance on the road, and with just a casual glance, he felt she bore a striking resemblance to the woman in the painting. He had once been a powerful demonic cultivator, and the demonic cultivators under his command possessed considerable skill.

The person's natural features are already there. With the help of a skilled person specializing in disguise making some subtle modifications to her face and then applying makeup, what was originally a 60% resemblance can become a 100% resemblance.

He was somewhat pleased with himself, but then he noticed that the Venerable One was expressionless, and he felt a little uneasy.

"Come here."

Hearing the voice from above, the demonic cultivator felt more certain. "His Majesty has summoned you upstairs. Hurry up and go."

The woman cautiously stepped forward, saying, "Sir."

She was a little nervous, but remembering the demonic cultivator's previous teachings, she obediently sat down next to Shang Yanting's legs and gently pressed her face against his.

Confused and shy, timid and pitiful.

What man could resist such beauty?

really,

Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, has moved.

His slender fingertips gently touched her forehead, as lightly as a feather, and the rough touch of his calloused fingertips made her cheeks blush slightly.

Hu Xiuer secretly raised her head and glanced at the Demon Lord whom everyone feared. His straight nose and handsome features made him the most handsome person she had ever seen, making her heart race.

Such a handsome Demon Lord made her wonder if the rumors about the Demon Lord being ruthless were just a misconception.

The next second

Her neck was grabbed.

Hu Xiuer's eyes widened. She heard only the sound of bones shattering before she was gone forever. The gradually cooling corpse was thrown onto the main hall, terrifying the demonic cultivators below who prostrated themselves on the ground, begging, "Your Excellency, spare my life!"

"Don't you know that this is the woman I hate the most?"

Shang Yanting looked at him, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion. "You've failed miserably in trying to figure out my thoughts."

Trying to fathom the emperor's intentions is taboo.

Instantly, an indescribable sense of oppression filled the hall. The demonic generals all wore expressions of discomfort; their demonic lord's cultivation had reached an extremely absurd level.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong, please punish me!"

The cunning demonic cultivator knelt down and said.

"Go to the punishment hall yourself."

Shang Yanting slowly stood up.

As he left, the oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated, causing everyone in the hall to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Immediately afterward, the crowd began to condemn the demonic cultivator's actions.

"What's wrong with you? Everyone knows that His Majesty has a female martial arts cultivator as an enemy. You actually had someone impersonate her to provoke His Majesty."

"If you don't value your life, won't others?"

Knowing that the Demon Lord is capricious, what if they were to be targeted by his anger?

Under the strong condemnation of a group of people, this demonic cultivator couldn't help but reflect on whether he was overthinking things and whether the Venerable One really just disliked that woman.