“I don’t accept people who have ulterior motives around me. You are my weapon, and a weapon is my closest partner. If my closest partner has ulterior motives, the consequences are unimaginable. I don’t want to gamble. Since you want to leave, then leave. I won’t stop you.” Song Qi lowered his head.

Qingyuan Sword thought she was in pain, and felt much better.

"I hope our next meeting won't be on the battlefield."

"Oh." As Song Qi spoke, a talisman was neatly pressed onto the Qingyuan Sword.

The Azure Abyss Sword instantly lost all its spiritual power and fell onto the table. Without the contract, Song Qi couldn't hear what it was saying, but judging from the intensity of its shaking, it was probably cursing.

Song Qi downed the remaining tea in his cup in one gulp.

"That's interesting. Use your brain and think about it. How could I possibly let you go back?" She had asked Lu Yuhuai for this talisman before. She was afraid that she would lose control of the Qingyuan Sword. If she lost control, she would give the other party one to calm him down. She didn't expect that she would actually use it in the end.

Song Qi casually stuffed the Qingyuan Sword into his storage bag, and now he couldn't even see the sound of the boy resisting.

"What about your weapons?"

"Don't demons also have divine artifacts? Since I am a descendant of a demon, a pure-blooded demon, I should naturally submit to me." Song Qi said, looking around, hoping that another sword would fly in from somewhere.

"Are you really going to help the demons?"

"I don't know, let's take it one step at a time. Don't take what I say here too seriously." Song Qi got up and took Feng Tuo to the library, where they found the record about the Demon Clan's divine sword.

There aren't many records, but there are quite a few legends and stories, though they're obviously unreliable.

Whether this sword actually exists is a mystery, even according to the book.

Ji Xuan came to Song Qi's courtyard for dinner that evening, and he looked quite radiant.

"I broke my contract with the Azure Abyss Sword. Where is the demonic artifact?" Song Qi asked.

Ji Xuan was stunned for a moment: "It was lost a long time ago. It was the Demon Ancestor's weapon. After the battle with Lu Yuhuai's master, the Demon Ancestor and his artifact fell into the lava and have not been found since."

Although the divine artifact is much better than ordinary swords, after so many years of being left in lava, everyone has accepted that the Demon Ancestor's divine artifact cannot be found.

"You're looking for a divine artifact? You're quite ambitious."

"Having gotten used to good things, how can I tolerate inferior junk?" Song Qi sat upright at the table. "After the festival, I'm going to go and see where the Demon Ancestor fell."

"Whatever you want." Ji Xuan glanced at Song Qi, thinking of how the Qingyuan Sword had come out on its own to recognize its master, and hoped that this time would be just as smooth. "If you can't find one, I will find a way to help you find a better one."

"Oh." Song Qi rested his chin on his hand. "Aren't you afraid I'll betray you?"

“If the Nine Provinces cannot tolerate you, and even the Demon Clan cannot tolerate you, then you will have nowhere to go in this world,” Ji Xuan said, showing no fear.

After Song Qi breaks the seal, he will spread the news throughout the entire Nine Provinces as soon as possible, cutting off her escape route.

The two people looked at each other.

Song Qi smiled.

For the next period of time, the demons became very busy.

The Demon Festival is a major event, and the entire Demon Realm is brightly lit on the day of the festival.

Luo Shuyun weaved through the crowd, being pushed and shoved, her wrists already bleeding from being rubbed raw by the hemp rope.

"Huh, what's that human doing here?"

"Kill her!"

"Kill me my ass! I bought this at the border for a hundred spirit stones. Anyone who dares to touch me will be killed!"

"Tsk, why buy a person of all people? Can they even stand you?"

“This is a Golden Core cultivator, much better than those who haven’t cultivated at all.”

"Really? Wow, this child is quite good-looking too. You really don't discriminate between boys and girls!"

"Hahaha."

...

Their conversation was filthy and offensive.

Luo Shuyun remained expressionless, seemingly ignoring everything.

Fang Yue walked beside Luo Shuyun, his hands also bound. He listened to the conversation around him, his face extremely ugly. He wanted to curse back, but seeing Luo Shuyun's expression, he shut his mouth.

"Senior sister, what do we do now?"

"Try to contact Yaoyao." Luo Shuyun blinked. She understood what Song Qi meant, but she still didn't want to stay there alone.

"How can I contact you?" Fang Yue asked honestly.

Luo Shuyun fell silent; she was never the type to use her brain.

The two exchanged a glance. Fang Yue, seeing Luo Shuyun's inscrutable expression, assumed she had a solution. In reality, Luo Shuyun's mind was completely blank.

She believed in the plot; as long as she followed the storyline, she would be safe.

Luo Shuyun took a deep breath.

The two were led into a courtyard, and then into a room.

"Serve me well, and I'll make things easier for you later, understand?" The man chuckled, revealing a mouthful of ugly teeth.

Luo Shuyun frowned and took two steps back.

"Hehe." The man laughed again, "Now you know how to hide, but you'll probably be inseparable from me in the future, little beauty."

Luo Shuyun retreated repeatedly, kicking the stool away. The man smashed the stool to pieces with a single palm strike, his greasy and lewd smile becoming even more disgusting.

Fang Yue was still a child, and this was the first time he had ever witnessed something like this. His face turned pale. Seeing that Luo Shuyun was difficult to deal with, the man simply turned to Fang Yue.

It's already getting noisy outside, with the sound of firecrackers and other commotion.

The man frowned, glanced at the door, and muttered under his breath, "Ha, what a trash festival. I don't know what the Demon Lord was thinking this year, actually letting a human be the festival's holy maiden."

Luo Shuyun's eyes lit up. That human must be Song Qi. She kicked Fang Yue.

"Master, you should go out and take a look. You have to go out during the festival. It would be bad if you were discovered."

"Damn it!" The man glanced at Luo Shuyun and Fang Yue inside the house, and smirked, "Wait till I get back and deal with you."

Song Qi stood on the steps, dressed in elaborate attire. Her face was covered by a veil, leaving only her eyes visible. She glanced at the demons below and grasped the blood-red sword in her hand.

The ceremony used human sacrifices. Twelve chosen demon girls were tied to twelve pillars. The upper half of the pillars was still jade white, but the lower half was already soaked in blood. It was unknown how many people had died on them.

She glanced at it and then looked away, gazing quietly into the distance.

The high priest that Ji Xuan had mentioned came out, and the two exchanged a glance.

This was the first time Song Qi had seen the High Priest. The High Priest's face was covered with strange paint, making it impossible to distinguish his original features. The only slightly recognizable feature was his wrinkles.

The other person glanced at Song Qi at first, then didn't look at her again, walking past Song Qi without looking to the side.

Song Qi remained motionless.

The high priest ascended the highest altar and began speaking in a language that Song Qi could not understand.

The demons below, who had been whispering amongst themselves, fell silent instantly. The atmosphere was solemn, and only the voice of the high priest could be heard in the heavens and earth.

The wind around them suddenly picked up little by little, and Song Qi's dress rustled loudly in the wind.

"Host, you're really calm. Aren't you afraid they're going to sacrifice you?"

"I am the female lead."

System NZ: "Host, you've changed."

Song Qi took a deep breath.

Feng suddenly heard this, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pillar next to her. She didn't know when the girl on the pillar had disappeared, leaving only a pool of bright red blood on the pillar.

The blood of demons is also red.

Song Qi looked up at the sky, and his eardrums suddenly vibrated.

"Who told you to look up?"

Song Qi was stunned for a moment. No one spoke, and the voice came from nowhere.

"Who are you?" Song Qi asked.

All eyes were on Song Qi.

The high priest frowned, wanting to shut Song Qi up, but was stopped by a force.

"The Mo family, Mo Yu."

“Mo Yu.” Song Qi narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t Mo Yu the Demon Ancestor?

According to the Kyushu textbooks, the Demon Ancestor died eight hundred years ago.

I wonder who this high priest is, that he can summon the remnant will of the Demon Ancestor.

"I understand why you summoned me. I will break the seal for you, and then you can go to the Fierce Domain to retrieve my sword and revitalize the Mo family."

Song Qi didn't know what to say: "There's only one person left, ancestor."

"I want you to make the name of the Mo family of the Demon Clan resound throughout the entire continent once again!"

"If you can't do it, you will explode and die."

The other person's voice gradually became more and more incoherent.

Song Qi felt a force forcibly enter her meridians, rampaging and causing extreme discomfort. However, she could also sense something being released little by little. Her legs went weak and she sat down.

She bit her lip hard.

Song Qi was very curious about just how strong the Demon Ancestor was back then, since even a wisp of consciousness possessed such great power.

The moment the seal was broken, demonic energy surged into the sky.

An innate illusion.

Dark clouds rolled over the capital of the demon realm, with a faint golden hue emanating from them.

You can see it from a great distance.

Yu Fengcheng's disciple, standing on the city wall, trembled as he pulled out a jade slip and began to relay a message.

Song Qi had never felt his cultivation level increase so quickly before. It was as if he had inexhaustible power. The spiritual energy and demonic energy were mixed together, but they did not merge or conflict with each other. They were very peaceful.

The Golden Core Tribulation is already brewing.

The thunderclouds of the tribulation were more clearly visible from a distance.

Yu Fengcheng started to panic.

One bolt of lightning after another struck down.

Ji Xuan took out the magical treasures he had prepared beforehand and threw them out one by one. Watching those things shatter under the lightning, his heart ached.

This is all money.

Song Qi has already spent most of his savings here, and he feels that it won't be long before the other half is also spent.