"Hmph, human cultivators are incredibly cunning. You'd better be careful not to let him get away." Demon General Luo was still somewhat unconvinced and said sarcastically.
“Naturally, the city is impregnable and heavily guarded. His spiritual power has been imprisoned, so he is trapped here and cannot escape.”
Ji Aosi turned her head away and left.
Tu Longjian lowered his eyes, trying to minimize his presence during the heated conversation between the two, while pondering a countermeasure in his mind.
With Luoxia City lost and her eldest brother captured and imprisoned in the city lord's mansion, she could take this opportunity to investigate the situation and find a chance to rescue him.
However, Tu Longjian couldn't understand how she could have lost to a newly promoted Demon King. She had fought with her senior brother before, and he was a powerful swordsman who was often stronger than other cultivators of the same level in actual combat.
There must be something fishy about this.
[I wonder which brat is the Demon Lord now.] Mingying was trapped in the contract space, idly tugging at Mingze's hair.
"[Little brother, stop pulling my hair.]" Mingze said softly, refusing. No master would like an ugly dragon.
[Tch, so stingy. Does she think she'd be interested in you just because you have hair?]
"[Hey, when are you going to let me out? I'm going to take back the Demon Lord's throne!]" Mingying shouted as he stood up.
Perhaps nourished by the space, he had transformed into human form, a handsome and melancholic young boy, whose features bore a resemblance to Mingze.
"Hmm, don't rush. You're still a minor, so it's safer for you to stay in the contract space."
Tu Longjian's words carried a reassuring tone, as if she were truly understanding, but in reality, she simply didn't want the nine-headed hydra demon outside. Though her strength was gone, her tone remained arrogant, a sure sign of trouble at any moment.
[...I was an adult before! I just don't know why I've shrunk back to a small size!]
Tu Longjian ignored his noise and made an excuse to leave temporarily, quietly observing the terrain of the city lord's mansion.
As night fell, the city and its government offices were filled with singing and dancing, and the clinking of glasses.
A brooding, handsome man, led enthusiastically by Ji Aosi, entered the main seat.
"This battle was a great victory, and you all deserve credit." The man lay lazily on the large main seat, speaking casually.
"Thanks to Lord Ming's leadership, our clan will surely crush the human cultivation world!" Ji Aosi respectfully lowered her usually arrogant head.
"Our race will surely crush the human cultivation world!"
"Our race will surely crush the human cultivation world!"
The other demonic cultivators echoed their sentiments, their momentum fierce and their blood boiling.
Tu Longjian was the only one who didn't join, which secretly alarmed her. She had just secretly glanced at him and found that the Demon Lord looked exactly like the demon cultivator in her dream, which meant that he also looked like Mingying!
Meanwhile, Mingying was in an uproar within the contract space, pacing frantically and exclaiming, "How come he looks exactly like me?"
"And he also has the surname Ming. Just now, a demonic cultivator called him Mingying," Mingze added gently.
"Damn it, he must have stolen my identity! I have never attacked the human cultivation world since I ascended to the throne. The demon realm is vast, and I have no interest in the crowded territory of human cultivators."
Mingze blinked and said, "Perhaps you are not my younger brother, but my nephew. Hello, nephew."
Mingying jumped up, rubbing the goosebumps on his body: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I forget my own identity?"
Seeing the excited demons, Demon Lord Mingying curled his lips and tapped his knuckles lightly on the couch. The demon cultivators immediately quieted down and took their seats in an orderly manner.
Just then, two demonic cultivators passed by, and Tu Longjian overheard their hushed conversation.
"Lord Ming is finally willing to attack the human cultivation world. He wouldn't listen to any of our previous attempts to persuade him."
"Yes, Lord Ming is truly majestic and domineering these days."
Seeing this, Tu Longjian gently pulled them back, raising a fawning smile: "Do you two often see the Demon Lord?"
The two demonic cultivators stared at her strangely, then asked impatiently, "What is it?"
"I am a junior and this is the first time I have ever met the Demon Lord. You two are very senior and must be favored by the Demon Lord. Could you please explain a few things to me?"
These two demonic cultivators had only seen the Demon Lord a few times from afar, accompanied by their servants. Hearing this flattery, they couldn't help but feel smug, and with a twitch of their mustaches, they began to speak:
“It is understandable that your tribe was previously in a remote area and was ignorant of the world. We will take pity on you and tell you.”
"The Demon Lord has been in power for many years. He wasn't like this a long time ago. It is said that his temperament was completely different back then. He was a lazy fighter, simple-minded and physically strong. He beat the old Demon Lord off the throne and then spent his days hiding in the Demon Realm with everyone after taking power."
"I don't know when it started, but he changed his personality, becoming more violent, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and fanatical, which led to our war against the human cultivation world. If you ask me, this is what a demon lord should be like!"
After escorting the two demonic cultivators, who were spewing spittle, to their seats, Tu Longjian put away his flattering expression and his face turned cold.
Although she was just a soul from another world, with no sense of belonging or prejudice towards different species, she was, after all, a member of the cultivation world, and she naturally despised those who started wars.
Not long after the banquet began, the performance that Tu Longjian had prepared took place.
She and the demonic cultivator who was actually a black bear each stood at one corner, tossing the gray-robed demonic cultivator, who was actually a "bear cub," around in the air.
Meanwhile, the other injured demonic cultivator, transformed into a "black bear," was forced to imitate the anxious demeanor of the previous black bear, allowing Tu Longjian to tease him and causing laughter throughout the gathering.
As if venting its anger, the black bear brutally abused the "bear cub," and when the "black bear" caught up, it delivered a heavy blow, attacking from both sides to vent its resentment.
Even the injured "hyenas" couldn't help but jump off her arms and tear at the two demonic cultivators disguised as them.
Seeing his ruthlessness, the demonic cultivators at the table not only had no objections, but also applauded the bloody scene before them, and some even frantically gave Black Bear even more ruthless ideas.
However, some demonic cultivators frowned, seemingly disapproving of the scene before them. But when they looked up and saw the Demon Lord shaking the wine cup with great interest, they reluctantly shut their mouths.
The conservatives had already been purged, and they dared not offend the Demon Lord again over such a trivial matter.
"Cut open the bear cub's abdomen, pull out its intestines, and feed them to the mother bear!"
Upon hearing this, Tu Longjian realized that this might reopen the black bear's wounds.
As expected, the black bear was enraged and inexplicably slapped the fanatical demonic cultivator, while the "hyena" barked angrily at him.
Tu Longjian quickly grabbed them and transmitted his voice, "This is the Demon Clan's stronghold; we cannot reveal our identities."
"I'm sorry, my benefactor. I acted impulsively and almost ruined your plans." The black bear finally calmed down and stood obediently to the side.
The demonic cultivators present all glared at them, seemingly very dissatisfied that they had stopped their abusive revelry.
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