Chapter 141 The Feather Fan Decides to Talk to the High Priest

The next morning, while Xi'er was still fast asleep, A-Chen woke her up.

"You stinky brother, the sun hasn't even risen yet, why did you wake me up?" Xi'er said, yawning.

"Have you forgotten? When your parents agreed to let you stay at the academy, there was an additional condition."

That means you have to go back and stay there for two days every five days.

"Dad always cranes his neck to wait for you in your bedroom, he's practically turned into a stone statue waiting for you!" Ah Chen said.

"Pfft! Brother, you're dead meat! I'm going to tell Dad every single word of that, and he'll chase you down and spank you!" Xi'er was amused by him, but she didn't forget to add a little threat.

Thinking of his parents' expectations, Achen wasted no more time and immediately drew a directional teleportation array in mid-air.

Since breaking through to the Tongtian Realm, he has found that his control over divine sense and spiritual power has greatly increased.

Drawing such a talisman array is now a piece of cake for him.

Xi'er looked at him with envious eyes and said, "Brother, this skill of yours is simply a must-have for travel, but unfortunately I can't learn it."

After learning to draw talismans in mid-air, Achen tried to teach this skill to others, but found that apart from those with psychic abilities, no one else could draw it.

In the end, only Uncle Matt and Omar, Xiao Ran's godfather's butler, learned it.

However, neither of them had the talent to draw anything more than simple, low-level talismans, which were not very useful in actual combat, so they eventually gave up.

Now, this skill of drawing talismans in mid-air has become exclusive to A-Chen, and even a prodigy like Xi-Er cannot learn it.

The brother and sister stepped into the talisman array, and with a flash of light, they appeared in Xi'er's bedroom.

Sure enough, they spotted Xiaobai sitting on the carpet, meditating and cultivating.

It turns out that he came here to cultivate himself last night so that he wouldn't miss the first time he saw his daughter.

Xi'er hugged Xiaobai and kissed her twice on each cheek, satisfying the doting father's longing before the three of them went to the main house.

Several delicious breakfast items were already laid out here: soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, eight-treasure porridge, small cakes, and ham.

While enjoying a delicious breakfast, Xi'er casually mentioned the fragments of the High Priest's memory that she had heard in Bo Yiyan's laboratory.

Then she asked, somewhat puzzled, "Mom, those little demons are thirsty and hungry, why don't they grow plants? Why don't they dig wells and draw groundwater to absorb it?"

“I suspect there are two possibilities: either they simply don’t understand planting and well-drilling techniques, or they are naturally inclined to plunder and unwilling to work,” Yu Shan analyzed.

"I guess it's the first one. Because apart from the clan's elites who go out to participate in plundering, the rest can only stay in the ancestral land."

"If they had technical skills, they wouldn't rather die of thirst and hunger than try to improve the environment," Xiaobai said.

"Yeah, I think Dad makes a good point."

Although I never went hungry growing up, I have seen the winter in District 48 of the Algae Star, where children starved because their families didn't have enough food stored up.

"They'd rather wipe the entire exchange hall clean of dust just to get a single leaf of a wild vegetable that's been exposed to radiation, which would take a full two hours," Ah Chen said.

"If the Demon Clan had a better environment, would they stop plundering our Misty Heaven Realm?"

In the previous great battle, many, many people died in Five Elements City, but many, many more of the Fine Demon Clan also died.

Their high priest is still half-dead and locked up in Uncle Bo's laboratory.

Uncle Bo has recently extracted and analyzed the plant components of the Purple Demon, and he says he will soon be able to formulate a potion that can quickly decompose the Purple Demon's body.

"Then we will be able to completely drive out the Demon Clan and make them never dare to set foot in our homeland again!" Xi'er shared the exciting news once again.

The whole family was extremely excited, but Yu Shan found inspiration in Xi'er's words.

As the former Holy Maiden of the Holy Witch Clan, after reincarnating and regaining her memories, she traveled thousands of miles back to the Misty Heaven Realm in order to protect her people and enable them to live in peace and prosperity.

Putting yourself in her shoes, what if she were the high priestess of the Fairy Demon Clan? Wouldn't she also lead her people in a desperate plundering campaign?

Yu Shan decided to talk to the High Priest. For safety's sake, her whole family accompanied her to Bo Yiyan's laboratory.

"What? You want to talk to him? Although I also think the Demon Clan has its pitiable aspects, there must be something hateful about a pitiful person."

"Now that we've killed six of their purple demons, are you sure he'll put aside his hatred and talk to you seriously?" Bo Yiyan said.

His concern was that the high priest might have some terrible backup plan, such as a curse.

During this period, whenever he sliced ​​up the high priest or extracted bodily fluids for research, he would always have Qian Si be ready. If he noticed any unusual movement from the other party, he would have Qian Si drain him dry immediately.

Even so, he felt he was taking a huge risk.

As a medical fanatic, he was certainly willing to take risks, but he was unwilling to let Yu Shan take risks.

"During this period, the reason why human cultivators did not venture deep into the Qiyan Mountains to encircle and annihilate the remaining forces of the Ximo Clan was..."

The main reason was that they didn't want to suffer too much loss, since that area had long been surrounded by gray fog. The area covered by the gray fog was too large, and the Holy Witch Clan's purification technique alone was not enough to clear it away.

However, Purple Demons are extremely difficult for the Fine Demon Clan to cultivate, so those Fine Demons are now hiding in the area covered by gray mist and dare not come out at all.

As a key figure in the Demon Clan, the High Priest should have already recognized their defeat.

Under the current circumstances, even if he had some underhanded tricks, he couldn't change the outcome.

Therefore, I believe he should be patient, listen to my advice, and accept my help.

The feather fan's words finally dispelled Bo Yiyan's concerns. As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion, and when it comes to the feather fan, he inevitably loses his senses.

The high priest, now on the verge of death, spends most of his time sleeping, a way for the demon race to protect themselves from hunger.

After being forcibly awakened by Bo Yiyan's injection of a stimulating drug, he glared hatefully at this terrifying demon.

Indeed, in the High Priest's eyes, he was the true demon, a being closer to the devil than the demon race.

"Old man, you now have a chance to live. I hope you can make the most of it."

"Remember! Don't try anything funny, or I'd rather abandon my research and drain you dry!" Bo Yiyan said coldly.

Then he stepped aside, changed his feather fan, and came face to face with the high priest.

The high priest's aged face was covered with wrinkles; lacking energy replenishment, he was no longer able to manifest his true form.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: what could he do now, as weak as a newborn baby?

It would take at least three cultivators at the Heavenly Questioning Realm, or more than three Blue Demons, to replenish energy in order to possibly restore its former combat strength.

"High Priest, through your fragmented memories, we have learned some information about the ancestral land of the Demon Clan."

I have a question for you. Over the years, you've plundered more than one planet, so why have these planets ultimately become as barren as your ancestral lands?