Chapter 183 The Demon Lord came to question

"Old demon, what happened to that kid Qingyi?" Wu Sheng said hurriedly when he saw the Demon Lord appear with a dark face.

"Hmph! What's going on? If my disciple dies, I'll go and kill the Emperor of Great Chu!" The Demon Lord's blunt words stunned everyone present. What had that old demon just said? Kill the Emperor of Chu?! Only he would dare to speak such outrageous words so brazenly.

"You!" When the King of the Northwest heard this, the words that were on the tip of his tongue and were about to apologize to the Demon Lord were suddenly choked.

The Demon Lord had a cold face, full of provocation and disdain.

"Old Demon, please sit down. Let's sit down and discuss this matter," the Martial Saint hurried forward to persuade him. He had dealt with the Demon Lord for many years and knew that the old demon had a fiery temper. Once he got angry, he was like a mad beast, extremely difficult to tame. Moreover, the Demon Lord was extremely powerful and had vast magical powers. Qing Yi was just causing a disturbance in the Northwest Prince's Palace, but if the old demon really got angry, he would go to the Imperial Palace and cause a commotion, or even kill the Emperor Chu. That was no exaggeration.

"Old Taoist, you have seen it too. He wants to kill my disciple. If he doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, I will not let him go." The Demon Lord's eyes were wide open, his face full of resentment.

"Well, I just asked about the cause of the incident. It was indeed Chu Lang who was impulsive and shouldn't have fought with the younger generation. Look, he was just about to apologize to you when you happened to show up." The Martial Saint ordered: "Chu Lang!"

"Yes, Master." Although the King of the Northwest was reluctant in his heart, he dared not disobey his master's words. He could only grit his teeth, kneel in front of the Demon Lord, clasp his hands together, and say respectfully: "Senior, I know I am wrong. I shouldn't have fought with the younger generation of the Demon Sect. I apologize to you here." Seeing that the prince had knelt down, Mu Bai and others dared not stand still. They knelt down with a plop. For a moment, the room was silent, with only the breathing of the crowd.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord swaggered to the seat next to the Martial Saint, crossed his legs, glanced at the King of the Northwest, and asked, "Why are you against my disciple and your son? Is it that the people of my Demon Cult are not worthy of him?"

The dignified Prince of Great Chu, the commander-in-chief of an army of hundreds of thousands, was usually awe-inspiring. Logically, this kneeling should have been enough to give the Demon Lord enough respect. But the Demon Lord didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he continued to question the King of Northwest with aggressiveness, rather than letting him stand.

"Qingyu is the prince of the Northwest King. The emperor has already found a young lady from a noble family for him and will grant him a marriage on a chosen day. How can we continue to allow them to make trouble?" The Northwest King straightened his back. Although he was kneeling, his tone still revealed majesty.

"Do you mean that my disciple can't compare to the young lady from a noble family?" The Demon Lord frowned and asked loudly.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What kind of nonsense is that? Your grandson, a man, is competing with a young lady from an aristocratic family. What's going on in this demon's head? Seeing is believing.

"Senior, you'd better discipline your apprentice. It would be best if you could find a suitable candidate for him. Don't bother Qingyu anymore. It's simply impossible for them to do it. I will never agree to it." The King of the Northwest said, suppressing his anger.

"Why didn't you object when my disciple saved your son three years ago? You ungrateful ungrateful wolf!" The Demon Lord slammed the table, stood up, pointed at the Northwest King's nose and cursed.

"You!" The King of the Northwest felt his blood rush to his head, and he jumped to his feet. If it weren't for his master's sake, why would he kneel before the demon sect? What a great honor! This man actually pushed the issue even further. It's no wonder that Qing Yi and this demon lord are grandfather and grandson. They're both so ungrateful.

"What do you mean by 'you'? Do you still want to fight with me?" The Demon Lord raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic sneer.

"I am grateful to him for saving Qingyu, and I have done my best. I gave him one million taels of silver notes, which he has accepted. I also promised that if he has anything to ask for, he can ask for it, as long as he doesn't bother my son anymore!" The King of the Northwest suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke word by word.

"... Qing Yi even accepted a million taels of silver from the prince?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this, secretly wondering: When did this happen? How come we haven't heard anything about it?

"..." The Demon Lord did not expect that Qing Yi would accept so much money. He was slightly stunned, but soon returned to his arrogant look.

"Today, he broke into my backyard, disturbed the women, killed the maids, and injured my personal guards, causing unrest in my palace..."

"..." The Demon Lord didn't respond immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly looked at the King of the Northwest, wondering if what he said was true. Qing Yi hadn't told him any of this.

"Senior, for your sake, I will not pursue these matters. As long as he leaves here and stays away from Qingyu, that will be enough." The King of the Northwest took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Well..." The Demon Lord pondered for a moment, secretly cursing Qing Yi for saying half and keeping the other half, and not telling the truth.

But at this moment, he also had to speak up for his own grandson and defend himself. He couldn't weaken the prestige of the Demon Cult. So, he rolled his eyes and said, "This kind of thing is consensual. When we were in the Western Regions, I saw that your son didn't look reluctant either. Can you control him?"

The Demon Lord recalled the time when Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu were together. That boy looked indifferent and always had a nonchalant look. He did not show excessive closeness to his disciple, but his own disciple did seem quite attentive.

"Qingyu is my son, so naturally I have the final say on his affairs. Senior, please take good care of your disciple. Don't let him continue to make trouble, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" The King of the Northwest spoke in a firm tone, and his majestic aura was no less than that of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord looked at the old Taoist martial saint next to him, and his eyes seemed to say: Why is your disciple like this?

Wu Sheng lowered his head and took a sip of tea, pretending not to notice the look from the Demon Lord. How could an old Taoist like him handle such a matter? Chu Lang was already giving you great face by kneeling down for you. What a noble status the Prince of Great Chu is! Besides, this is someone else's family affair.