Chapter Ninety-Three: The Scene of the Exposed Identity

Ying Jia originally wanted to personally take Tu Shan Yue to the Underworld and give her a proper explanation, but Tu Shan Yue was a Demon King, and entering the Underworld without permission would undoubtedly be a provocation. As a qualified Demon King, she couldn't keep making enemies for the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm had already suffered enough these past few years; she couldn't afford to add new enemies.

Since the decline of the ancient Heavenly Court and the establishment of the new one, the status of the demon race has plummeted. Gods and immortals represent justice, humans worship gods and Buddhas, and demons are the objects of expulsion and hatred. This prejudice is deeply rooted and cannot be changed overnight.

Ying Jia sighed softly, "I only hope that A Yue can truly be carefree in her next life."

Rong Jiang's eyes held a hint of a smile. "That's certainly how it should be."

“That’s right. I’ve heard that His Majesty the Underworld Emperor is just and upright. This little girl didn’t do anything wrong and was innocently harmed. When she is reincarnated, she will surely have a good next life.” Jiu Ya’s tone was sincere, while she secretly glanced at Rong Jiang, thinking to herself that her flattery was probably pretty good.

Seeing Jiu Ya's sincere praise of the Underworld Emperor, Ying Jia was taken aback. She turned her head slightly and glanced at Jiu Ya a few more times. At first, Ying Jia was only discerning their auras and hadn't really looked at Jiu Ya and the others' appearances. But after looking closer, she couldn't believe it—this appearance, this intense demonic power, wasn't this the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm?

However, why does this Demon Lord want to come to the human world? In general, the situation of demons and monsters is similar, except that monsters look down on humans even more than monsters, so monsters rarely come to the human world.

The demon race is completely different from the demon race. There will always be some demons wandering around the human world. Not only are there little demons who sneak out of the demon realm to play, but some plants or animals in the human world have also developed intelligence.

Ying Jia's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "What you say is correct. I have also heard that His Majesty the Underworld Emperor has overpowered all others and brought the Underworld under his control. His laws are strict, fair and impartial, which is naturally very appropriate."

Listening to Ying Jia's string of words, the screen was filled with praise for the Underworld Emperor, making Jiu Ya feel inferior. At this moment, Jiu Ya could only ask, Ms. Ying Jia, how did you manage to praise the big boss so much in front of him without knowing that he was there? This operation is too amazing!

Jiu Ya's eyes welled up with tears. Could this be the reason Ying Jia wasn't cannon fodder? The effect of subtle flattery is even better? I really should learn more! Hmph, Ying Jia is indeed cunning. Her true form shouldn't be Ying Long, but rather the same species as that little fox. Jiu Ya silently complained in her heart, while secretly resolving to learn this technique of "unintentional" flattery.

"Yes, indeed." Jiu Ya barely managed to maintain a calm facade, but inwardly she was screaming: My dear daughter, did you hear that? Even the Demon King is praising you!

Ying Jia asked, "My name is Ying Jia. May I ask how you gentlemen are addressed?" She asked casually, but in reality, she was secretly observing their reactions.

She calculated the time it would take for Tu Shan Yue's soul to leave her body. By then, the underworld's ghost messengers should have arrived. She could use this time to talk to the three demons and one person, and while doing so, she would also cast a small protective spell on Tu Shan Yue. A faint silver light enveloped Tu Shan Yue's soul, ensuring that she would not suffer from the dissipation of her soul power.

"Shang Jiuya." Jiuya calmly announced her name. Although she believed that she was no match for Ying Jia in strength, she thought that the concealment spell should be effective.

Even if they found out, so what? Jiu Ya smugly declared that she hadn't disguised herself to infiltrate the demon realm. As for the human world, well, sorry, none of the three of us here are the owners of this territory. Could it possibly cause a diplomatic incident? Impossible, haha. Her inner calculations were working rapidly, and she felt her move was perfectly executed.

Ying Jia pursed her thin lips slightly. Shang Jiuya, Demon Lord Jiuya, what a fine name. But where did this surname come from? She suppressed a smile, finding this Demon Lord quite interesting.

Tu Shan Yue, who was closest to Ying Jia, looked at her in confusion. She recalled Jiu Ya's words, "What's so funny about the name 'Shang Jiu Ya'?" She tilted her head and thought about it, but she couldn't figure it out no matter what she did.

Rong Jiang smiled faintly, "My surname is Rong, and my given name is Ranran."

Li Yue and Bai Yu also gave their names.

Upon hearing the names of the Nine Elegances and Three Demons, Ying Jia's immediate reaction was to laugh. Seriously, anyone with a bit of inside information would know that the Demon Lord was called Nine Elegance, the Demon King's Palace Guard Chief was called Li Yue, and the Demon Lord's trusted female official was called Bai Yu. Their identities were so well hidden—it seemed they hadn't even intended to hide them at all! She finally couldn't help but chuckle, finding the scene utterly amusing.

It has to be said that Ying Jia's guess was correct. Jiu Ya believed that even if her full name was revealed in the mortal realm, so what? Nobody knew her anyway, so why would they chase after her and threaten to kill her? In short, she was fearless and extremely arrogant. She was completely unaware that her identity was completely transparent to those in the know.

"Miss Shang's name sounds somewhat familiar to me." Ying Jia smiled meaningfully, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Jiu Ya with a hint of mockery.

Jiu Ya returned Ying Jia's gaze defiantly, trying not to lose in terms of imposing manner. "Your name sounds somewhat familiar to me."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ying Jia feigned surprise. "What? My name is widely known in other realms? To be honest, I have no great achievements, except that I am a bit stronger. It is quite shameful that I am known to the world."

"Perhaps. Are you not human?" she asked deliberately, wanting to see how Ying Jia would react.

“Yes! Aren’t you one too?” Ying Jia readily admitted, and casually revealed Jiu Ya’s true identity.

Ying Jia never intended to hide her identity, especially since she was the Demon King. So what if others knew her identity?

Ying Jia fears nothing in any realm, especially the human world. Her true form is Yinglong, and in the human world, emperors always proclaim themselves as the Son of Heaven, the True Dragon. If dragon-shaped clouds or dragon-shaped stones appear anywhere, they are considered auspicious omens. Ying Jia is quite proud of this, feeling that her true form is very popular in the human world.

Jiu Ya was smiling to herself when she heard Ying Jia expose her true identity. Her smile froze on her face, and she was completely stunned.

What's going on with this dragon? Why is it trying to expose my identity? Jiu Ya just wanted to cover Ying Jia's mouth... no, she just wanted to immediately travel back a minute to shut up this dragon who's been exposing her identity! Jiu Ya wailed inwardly, feeling that her perfect plan had been completely ruined.

Jiu Ya felt her head spinning and quickly looked at Rong Jiang's expression. She still had a gentle, perfect smile. She couldn't tell Rong Jiang was unhappy, but that didn't mean Rong Jiang wouldn't pursue the matter of her being fooled.

Because Rong Jiang is a master of facial expression management, Jiu Ya has never seen her angry. Not to mention her recent interactions with Rong Jiang, even when reading books before, she rarely saw Rong Jiang's facial expressions fluctuate. Jiu Ya believes that someone like Rong Jiang, who always has a slight smile, is clearly a different kind of expressionless person.

Jiu Ya looked at Rong Jiang pitifully, her voice tinged with grievance, trying to gain sympathy, "Ranran, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Ying Jia was somewhat surprised; it turned out that this young girl surnamed Rong had never known the identities of these three demons. Looking at Jiu Ya's pitiful appearance, she thought that this Demon Lord was quite good at feigning helplessness.

But upon further reflection, it seemed reasonable. If a cultivator associates with demons and is disturbed by their energy, they are highly susceptible to developing inner demons later in life, which would be detrimental to their cultivation. This Miss Rong exudes a pure and righteous aura; how could such a person willingly befriend a demon? The only explanation is that she has been deceived.

Although Ying Jia looked down on the so-called Taoist priests who were dedicated to "eliminating demons" and acting on behalf of Heaven, she still had a good impression of those who were genuinely practicing Taoism.

Humans and demons are both living beings in this world, and their relationship is merely one of waxing and waning. The reason why humans are now thriving and demons have retreated to the sidelines is simply because humans are intelligent and talented, producing many outstanding individuals, and the way of heaven has chosen humans.

"It's alright." Rong Jiang's eyes were still bright and cheerful. Her gaze lingered on Jiu Ya for a moment, carrying a meaningful meaning.

She looked up at Jiu Ya with slightly reddened eyes, seemingly saddened by the deception, "Then who is A Jiu? Is A Jiu's name fake too?"

Seeing Rong Jiang's slightly red eyes, Jiu Ya had only one thought in her mind: "Waaah, my daughter is sad! I'm such a sinner, I actually made my daughter sad." Ah, her daughter must consider her a close friend, otherwise she wouldn't be so upset. Jiu Ya was devastated by the truth she had imagined, and wanted to punch herself.

Jiu Ya immediately snapped out of her daze and explained, "Ranran, no! I'm not lying to you! My real name is Jiu Ya, and this surname—" She paused, hesitating about how to explain the origin of the surname.

Jiu Ya murmured, "It's really hard to say. The surname is real; it's her father's surname, but her adoptive father in this world doesn't have a surname." She sighed inwardly, finding the explanation too complicated.

"I made it up. But I swear, this name is definitely real! The names Li Yue and Bai Yu are real too. If you don't believe me, you can ask Ying Jia. She said she's heard of my name before, so it's probably me!" Jiu Ya hurriedly explained, afraid that Rong Jiang wouldn't believe her.

"It's our first meeting today, Ying Jia wouldn't lie for me, right?" In order to gain Rong Jiang's trust, Jiu Ya actually wanted to ask the dragon who had caused her to be exposed for help. She looked at Ying Jia, her eyes filled with a pleading look.

When Ying Jia saw that Jiu Ya actually asked her to be a witness, she raised an eyebrow and said, "That's right, there is a Jiu Ya in the Demon Realm, as well as Li Yue and Bai Yu."

Rong Jiang nodded slightly, indicating that she understood. She gently patted Jiu Ya's hand and said in a gentle tone, "I understand. Status doesn't matter. What matters is that our friendship is genuine, and that's enough."

Upon hearing this, Jiu Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed. She looked at Rong Jiang gratefully, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

Having resolved her own problem, Jiu Ya looked at Ying Jia with a smug expression and asked, "And who are you, sir?" She raised her chin, her expression carrying a hint of provocation.

Ying Jia said, "Everyone, stop pretending. I'm not wearing a disguise!"

"Miss Jiuya, haven't you heard of my name? My name is Ying Jia, and I rule the demon realm. So, Miss Jiuya, you should know my identity, right?" Ying Jia's voice was somewhat mocking, and his eyes gleamed with cunning. He clearly enjoyed this game of exposing each other's identities.