Chapter 55 Aren't you coming down yet?! ...
"Could you get something for me?"
From the darkness, a cold voice rang out. Considering the previous sentence, this sentence was not a request at all, but rather a death warrant that said, "If you don't agree, he will be the one to die in the next second."
"What is that?" Chu Fengliu asked tremulously. A gulping sound followed, the sound of him swallowing hard.
At the same time, a rapid drumbeat sounded—boom boom boom.
Inside the Demon Palace, cheers erupted like a tidal wave, and songs were sung—the heartfelt welcome from the demons as the Demon King emerged.
"Father!" Yao Jin called out joyfully as soon as the Demon King sat down and rushed towards him.
The Demon King looked like he had just woken up, his eyes still sleepy. He was wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, and a red belt was loosely tied in the middle, revealing a large expanse of his chest. His muscles were firm and toned, extending all the way to his waist, making him look strong and muscular.
At this moment, Jiuge bent one knee and lazily rested one hand on her knee. When she saw Yaojin rushing over, she loosely wrapped her large and slender hand around Yaojin and caught her steadily. "You're such a grown-up, yet you still love to act like a child."
Jiuge's voice was deep, completely that of a grown man. When he lazily uttered those words, even though it sounded like a reprimand, there was still an undisguised pleasure in his throat.
He was tall, and anything he held seemed to shrink in his hands, especially Yao Jin, whom he held in his arms. The girl's pomegranate-colored skirt spread out like fire, with a small piece lifted up, partially covered and partially hidden under her black robe, finally overlapping, creating an indescribably luxurious and ambiguous look.
This definitely exceeded the typical father-daughter relationship, but no one present could say anything.
The demons, their eyes fixed on their noses and their noses concerned, tacitly ceased their clamor for a moment, before the atmosphere became noisy again.
"Doesn't Father like me to act spoiled?" Yao Jin didn't know why, but she was naturally close to this 'later' father. She always felt that this "father" was more affectionate than her biological father in her memory.
She broke free from the demon king's embrace, sat on his lap, and looked down at him with a furrowed brow.
Jiuge's throat bobbed, and he rested his head on Yaojin's shoulder in this position. His rich, masculine aura filled the air. He took a deep breath and said, "How could that be? I like Yaojin no matter what."
Yao Jin hummed in satisfaction, then lightly hooked her finger and skillfully placed it on the back of Jiu Ge's neck.
"This...this..." With a clatter, a demon on the stool below was startled and suddenly stood up. He was the "protagonist" of this banquet and one of the newly appointed demon generals, Shan Ji.
Whether this new demon general can continue in office remains a mystery.
Dan Ji had never seen such an absurd father-daughter relationship before. His rough, though relatively smooth, face was contorted with shock. "This is simply unbelievable. Fathers and daughters shouldn't be like this..."
With a snap!
Dan Ji's mouth was shattered, truly shattered; both upper and lower lips burst open, and even the teeth inside couldn't contain it.
"Huh? What did you say?" Jiuge looked at Shan Ji. His eyes were grayish-brown, deep and mysterious, and when he looked at others quietly, he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.
Dan Ji was so frightened that his legs trembled and his breathing became rapid, his chest heaving. Even if his mouth were intact, he probably wouldn't dare to say anything he shouldn't, let alone at this moment.
With his mouth a bloody mess, Shan Ji still had to endure the pain to reply. Only then did he recall the rumors from the Demon Realm from his hazy memories: never be surprised by anything the Demon King does, and never say anything inappropriate in front of him.
This seemingly random statement, without naming names or pronouns, is easy to forget once heard, but when the consequences and costs materialize, it instantly brings everything back to mind—it turns out it refers to not speaking nonsense in front of the Demon King's beloved "daughter."
It's really laughable, who would have thought that the cruel yet great demon king would be trying so hard to protect a pure land?
Unfortunately, there was no time to comprehend it. Shan Ji, who had just ascended to the position of Demon General and hadn't even spent the night there, died. His body exploded into a bloody mist, and not even the broken bones could be seen.
But as he died, his unspeakable rebellious spirit flared up, leaving behind a accusatory remark—"A father who is not a father, a daughter who is not a daughter, it's utterly ridiculous! Hahahaha."
Yao Jin was used to seeing dead people, and she was quite accustomed to her father's unpredictable temper. However, this was the first time she had heard someone criticize her relationship with her father, or their way of getting along. For the first time, she felt puzzled. "What did he say?"
Yao Jin didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Chun Qing sighed.
The father is not like a father, and the daughter is not like a daughter. This is something everyone in the Demon Palace knows, but no one dares to say anything, because it is either tacitly approved by the Demon King or deliberately done.
When Yao Jin was picked up from outside by the Demon King, the Demon King specially arranged a shameless "performance". In fact, this is common. In the Demon Realm, it is not uncommon for demons to have an affair in the open if they take a liking to each other. What's more, it is just a matter of two people hugging and kissing.
The little girl showed no embarrassment at the adults' actions; her upturned eyes were full of innocent wonder as she watched intently. "Father, what's that?" she asked.
Jiuge laughed and stroked her face, "This is a gesture of affection. When two people are close, they will naturally do these things."
He seemed to understand the meaning of "shaking gold" but not quite.
Under this deliberate guidance, over the years, the relationship between Yao Jin and the Demon King has long since crossed the normal line. Yao Jin, who has never left the Demon Palace, has always thought it was a normal thing. But now, hearing someone criticize this matter, she seems to have some vague thoughts.
Before she could make a move, a cold, icy voice rang out from outside the door—
—“He said that the fundamental principles of human relations should not be violated.”
—“He said that boys and girls should not sit together after the age of seven, and since ancient times no girl has ever sat on her father’s lap.”
— He said that this is a rule that should be followed by both fathers and sons, and rulers and subjects.
"Yaojin, why aren't you coming down!" Meng Ji's gaze was chillingly cold, his whole being like a soul forged from ice and snow, his back taut like a bowstring about to be fully drawn, yet his eyes were silently red, a hint of moisture quickly spreading in his pupils.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, and as soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Now that this matter, which had never been made public before, had been exposed, Chu Fengliu, who had returned from behind, took two deep breaths in fright, not daring to look up. He wondered to himself, "Did that person really speak in such a long sentence?"
For some reason, Yao Jin subconsciously withdrew her hand the moment Meng Ji appeared at the door, and after he finished speaking, she obediently stood up from the Demon King's lap.
But as soon as she neatly and respectfully crossed her hands, she began to feel unhappy. Why did she have to be so obedient?
Suddenly, Yao Jin felt a sharp pain in her head. She raised her hand to press her forehead, but was suddenly startled by a sinister gaze beside her. That gaze had never been seen on the Demon King before.
Having sat on the throne of the Demon King for tens of thousands of years, Jiuge would certainly not be so emotionally expressive. After a moment, his sinister gaze subsided. He pulled his legs back from the throne, placed them on the ground, and chuckled, "Who let you into the Demon Palace?"
These words had two meanings, but Meng Ji knew the most important one perfectly well. He swallowed the bitterness he felt after seeing his wife embracing another man and slowly raised his hand.
Meng Ji's movements were light and slow, as if he didn't care that his attack would be seen through, yet his movements were also swift and powerful, clearly those of a master. Jiu Ge's body slowly arched, her entire back slightly arching back, like a hunting leopard, a posture ready to pounce at any moment.
"Step back a bit." Meng Ji said as he channeled his spiritual energy, but he didn't look at the person. He was still furious, his eyes were red, and his eyelashes were still glistening with tears.
No one knew who Meng Ji was talking to, but Yao Jin knew for a moment that he was telling her to step back to avoid accidentally hurting her. She silently moved away, her hand gently reaching for her waist.
This was practically an open war. The drums in the hall stopped abruptly, and all the demons rose to their feet in a flurry. In the cultivation world, the strong were always ruthless and taciturn; only half-baked fools would boast and brag before taking action. And everyone present hadn't forgotten how this young man had come to the demon realm alone; the slightest hint of something amiss was enough to arouse their vigilance.
The tension was palpable, and Mengji's spiritual power surged even more, emitting a golden glow within the Demon Palace. Jiuge suddenly stood up.
Almost as soon as Jiuge stood up, the halo swept out, the golden light coming straight at her in an invincible manner.
With a somersault, Jiuge rolled sideways onto the table. As soon as she landed, she raised both hands simultaneously, palms outstretched, to catch the attack with her bare hands. With a loud bang, Jiuge's pupils suddenly dilated.
In that instant, countless things happened—Yao Jin's hand had already grabbed the whip at his waist, Chu Fengliu quickly took a step back, afraid of being splattered with blood, while the demons surged forward menacingly, all waiting for this fatal blow.
The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, but in that terrifying moment, the air seemed to freeze.
A hiss came from the surrounding monsters, who had just been threatened and were trembling with fear, exclaiming that they felt like clowns.
Jiuge was even more incredulous, revealing shock for the first time in her demonic life. "What the hell..."
It turned out that the golden light came with great force and righteous energy, but due to the lack of subsequent replenishment of spiritual energy, it was reduced to a tiny spark when it reached the Demon King.
"cut!"
"I thought he was really capable, but it turns out he's all show and no substance."
"Hahaha, it seems the Immortal Realm isn't much different from the Demon Realm after all; they're all just all talk!"
The demons murmured amongst themselves, their voices tinged with sighs, perhaps lamenting that if they had known the boy was so weak, they should have rushed up and killed him back then, so they could have gotten the credit.
Meng Ji was equally shocked. He ignored the foul language around him and quickly used his divine sense to explore his spiritual abode. When he touched his spiritual abode and found that the spiritual power inside was completely gone, he pursed his lips with a complicated expression.
At the same time, the monsters swarmed in and surrounded him, as if this feat could erase the moment of fear he had felt earlier and allow them to express their sincerest loyalty to the Demon King.
The room was brightly lit, with countless luminous pearls embedded in the skull of some unknown object, casting a chilling glow around them. The boy, surrounded by a group of enormous creatures, had his eyelashes fluttering slightly, his lips pressed tightly together, and a subtle look of bewilderment on his jade-like face.
Jiuge had already flipped over and was sitting firmly on the throne. He chuckled and bent his right leg back on the throne, his posture extremely relaxed. "Damn it, you made such a big fuss about nothing but farting. Aren't you ashamed?"
Jiuge swore a few more times, tapping his knees with his fingers. After a while, a ball of green flame appeared in his hand. The fire ghost shadows carried an extremely eerie and sinister aura—it was the Demon King's Godfall.
If this technique is mastered to perfection, not only humans, but even gods can be burned to ashes.
Of course, after breaking through, the Demon King Jiuge has only cultivated to 90% completion, but even so, he has no rivals within the Three Realms. This is the first time the demons have witnessed the Demon King's demonic power after emerging from seclusion, and they all cheered on the spot.
"Smash that pretentious bastard!"
"Tell the Immortal Realm to send someone more capable next time, instead of these bastards."
"That's right, that's right, the Demon King is mighty!"
At that moment, everyone was eagerly waiting for the great demon king to blast the immortal Taoist.
Yao Jin suddenly spoke up, "Father, I want him."
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