Chapter 56 If bad luck is a talent…
"Remember, you didn't meet anyone." After giving the order, Karin immediately dodged away.
At the same time, a maid from Yangliu Palace and two demon soldiers arrived. The maid stepped forward to support her, "Your Highness, Your Highness, are you alright?"
A look of confusion flashed in Yang Liu's eyes, but her face paled when she saw the corpse at her feet. She urged, "Go, go quickly."
"How did Your Highness end up here? This servant has been searching high and low..."
As the voices faded away, Huali emerged from behind the tree, bowing her head in thought as she watched Yangliu's disappearing figure.
Ao Bai stretched: "What are your plans next, host?"
Hua Li's expression was unusually serious as she calmly said, "If what Yang Liu said is true, then there must be something strange about the main hall. Now that mission one is complete, the remaining task is to kill Suoli. The magic stone token will come in handy."
Having made up her mind, she took a step and left.
Ao Bai was filled with excitement. Look! His host had finally become calm and composed!
But aren't we going the wrong way? "Isn't the main hall on the left? Why are you turning?"
The composed Huali waved her hand, "If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking. I'm hungry."
Ao Bai: "......" Then it wants to eat too!
*
Hua Li hummed a little tune and pushed open the door, carrying lotus-shaped pastries she had taken from Zhang Dezhu. Wen Jin was not there.
The Demon Lord's body was not that of an ordinary person, and his wounds healed very quickly. Yet, despite this, Wen Jin remained inactive.
Despite the turmoil outside, he remained calm and composed.
Huali couldn't figure out his routine, but as they spent time together, she vaguely sensed that he seemed to be communicating telepathically with someone.
If she guessed correctly, the Demon Lord had already begun preparing to switch the alt accounts to the main accounts.
I just don't know where his memory is now, or what his plans are next.
Huali took out a lotus-shaped pastry, put it in her mouth, and lowered her eyes.
But one thing is certain: Soli has betrayed us. Given Wen Jin's vengeful nature, he will definitely not let this go.
Ao Bai: "Host, you must be careful. Mission Two clearly states that you must kill Suoli yourself. If the Demon Lord gets there first, the mission will fail."
This was also a headache for Huali; she absolutely could not let Wen Jin get there first. Whatever he wanted to do, he had to wait until she killed Suoli first.
*
Just as he ripped open the beast's throat with his bare hands, his five fingers formed claws, the twilight enveloped the third bronze pillar of the beast enclosure.
Wen Jin expressionlessly tossed the corpse aside, blood splattering on his eyelashes dripping down.
not enough.
The highest-level magical beast in the beast sanctuary was only a level 5 magical beast, which was far from enough for him.
With the end of his soul-returning period approaching, he needs more spiritual power.
A murderous intent surged like a tide, and all around was quiet, except for the blood gushing from the mountain of monster corpses piled up behind him.
Wen Jin glanced at the sky and then looked down at his unharmed body. Something flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and cut a deep wound on his arm that exposed the bone.
Half of his sleeve was instantly stained red, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his pale golden eyes.
*
Just after 7 PM, two figures, one large and one small, moved slowly along the corner of the main hall wall.
The moonlight hung between the bone spikes of the dome in the hall, making the barrier in front of them appear semi-transparent.
Huali held the magic stone token in her hand and gently touched it against the barrier. The barrier spread out like ripples on water, revealing an entrance large enough for one person to pass through.
Almost as soon as one foot stepped into the barrier, a powerful surge of demonic energy rushed in.
The faint sound of clappers could still be heard outside, but once inside, all that remained was the sticky sound of the wind and the lingering stench of blood in the air.
Only then did Huali truly feel that she was in the Demon Realm.
Just as I was wondering where to start, a series of clear bell sounds suddenly drifted from afar.
As Huali turned her head, she saw a group of maids carrying lanterns, various bells, and wine vessels as they hurried through the corridor toward the room where the demon soldiers were gathered not far away.
Suddenly, the lantern-bearing maid stopped in her tracks, and everyone immediately lowered their heads.
Ahead, a familiar figure emerged from the room.
Wen Tingyun, dressed in white and playing with a folding fan, sat in a rosewood wheelchair, followed closely by a tall man in black.
Ao Bai squinted his eyes, "That's Suoli."
*
"Please give me another chance. This time I will not disappoint Your Highness again." Soli followed behind Wen Tingyun cautiously and flattered him, "Ten days from now is the day of the new moon in the Demon Clan. The Seven Demon Kings can challenge the Demon Lord to become the new master."
"Xiao Wang has already sent a message to the others. We have agreed that as long as Wen Jin does not appear, the seven kings can collectively support you to ascend the throne."
"Oh?" Wen Tingyun paused. "So you've been planning this all along for me?"
Soli stiffened and quickly shook his head, "I dare not, but although Wen Jin cultivated the Xuan Tian Ghost Rank and killed the previous Demon Lord to reclaim Sunset City, he is still a lowly Demon Shadow. How can he compare to Your Highness, who has been a chosen one of heaven since childhood?"
Wen Tingyun chuckled, his tone devoid of emotion, "But it was this lowly demon who severed my legs and slaughtered the entire city in a single day..."
He would always remember that day, amidst the blood-red screams, when Wen Jin leaned on the throne, and the Nine Spirits Netherfire rose from beneath his feet, instantly turning Sunset City into a hellish inferno.
Then, as if remembering something, Wen Tingyun's expression turned even colder, his knuckles white as he gripped the folding fan, "...Even Ranran came to Sunset City in the first place because of him..."
It's just a pity that someone like Wen Jin is like frost and snow that hasn't melted for a thousand years. Even if the spring breeze passes through the hall, it can't melt even an inch of moonlight on the sword's edge.
No one could get close to him.
*
Achoo—
Huali sneezed silently; her nose was a little itchy. Someone must have been crickets chirping behind her back.
They were too far away to hear what the two were saying, but Wen Tingyun's expression was clearly very unpleasant, and Huali applauded inwardly.
Seeing him unhappy made her happy.
Yes, that's how bad she is.
However, there were even worse ones than her. No sooner had Wen Tingyun left than the sycophantic Suo Li's expression changed. He drew the sword of a nearby guard and killed five or six people before kicking open the palace gate and entering.
The lantern-bearing maidens continued on their way.
Huali quickly followed behind the group, a clever idea forming in her mind. Fortunately, the servants inside and outside the royal city's barrier dressed similarly, which unexpectedly made things easier for her.
The group filed in, and as soon as they entered the hall, the rosewood was overwhelmed by the strong, decadent scent of musk.
She quietly raised her eyes and peered inside.
The Soli chair sat on the sandalwood footstool in the front hall. His eyelids were tinged with a heavy, almost grayish-blue. His features were not ugly, but they were divided by two lines under his lips, making him appear decadent and gloomy.
Two middle-aged men in gray robes stood not far behind him.
As soon as Huali looked over, Ao Bai's voice rang in her ears, "Host, I can't sense the cultivation levels of those two people, but they should be at least at the Nascent Soul stage."
Huali cursed under her breath. This guy is already at the level of a demon king, how come he's still protecting himself so tightly like a turtle?
Still seething with anger, Soli grabbed a porcelain cup and smashed it to the ground. "He's just a cripple, and he dares to order me around!"
"When the new moon arrives, both Wen Tingyun and Wen Jin will die!"
His face contorted with rage, and he grabbed the lantern-bearing maidservant, his expression twisted as he spoke: "Tell me, where exactly is it that I, the king, am inferior to them?"
The maid opened her mouth in terror: "Your Majesty... I... uh."
As the crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, everyone quickly hunched their shoulders and lowered their heads as if they had rehearsed it.
Karin, who was a beat late, was stunned and instantly met Sol's scarlet eyes.
Solly tossed the body aside carelessly. "You, come here!"
In an instant, everyone turned to look at the back of the line.
Karin subconsciously turned her head, only to find no one behind her.
Huali: "..."
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