"Demon Lord, you are here!"
Seeing Fan Wuyin, who was wearing red armor, coming towards him, Jiang Deng hurried to meet him.
Fan Wuyin glanced behind Jiang Deng, a devilish smile spreading across his lips. "Where's Third Brother? Defeat him quickly so I can take you away from here."
Although he had a smile on his face, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Before confirming whether the woman in front of him was the reincarnation of his master, Fan Wuyin was too lazy to invest any feelings.
If he hadn't been worried that if he kidnapped this woman, his third senior brother would come to the Demon Realm with a sword and kill him, ruining his reputation as the Demon Lord, he would have taken action long ago.
Unfortunately, the item that could confirm the master's reincarnation was still in the Demon Realm, otherwise he would have known the woman's true identity by now...
"Well," Jiang Deng hesitated, "Sword Master said he's busy right now, so please wait."
"What?"
Fan Wuyin was so angry that he laughed, "Third Senior Brother is really arrogant. He's just a poor swordsman, but he actually made me, the dignified Lord of the Demon Realm, wait here. He's really something."
Jiang Deng shrank his neck and added in a low voice, "He said that Sword Lord and Demon Lord are both venerables, and their levels are the same. What's more, you are his junior brother, so it's only natural for you to wait for him a little longer..."
"...Third Brother, I have always respected you, yet you treat me like this? Very good, very good!"
Fan Wuyin said this with gritted teeth, and the hostility in his eyes became more and more intense.
Seeing that he had almost done enough to stir up trouble, Jiang Deng quickly said, "Demon Lord, calm down. I'll go inform Sword Lord and tell him to come here immediately!"
While rushing to the palace where Duan Chuan lived, Jiang Deng took the opportunity to switch the power of chaos to a new state, imitating the breath of pure demonic energy, and made a handprint on his chest, pretending to be seriously injured.
Before returning to the palace, Jiang Deng happened to run into Duan Chuan who had returned from Bai Ziyi's hospital for treatment, and so he began his performance.
Jiang Deng not only adjusted his breath to a weak state, but also staggered in his steps. At the same time, he covered his chest and said breathlessly: "Sword Master! No, it's not good..."
Duan Chuan frowned unhappily and said, "You are my sword servant, yet how could you behave so ungraciously? You are truly bringing shame upon me."
Jiang Deng wiped away the non-existent tears, "I know I was wrong, but... these tears are not for myself, but for you!"
Duan Chuan frowned even tighter, "What do you mean?"
"Just now, while I was taking a walk outside, I ran into the Demon Lord," Jiang Deng lied calmly, "He came up to me and started pulling me around, saying he wanted to take me back to the Demon Realm. I refused to obey, so he struck me hard, severely injuring me. He even said, 'Not only me, but even you, Sword Lord, will be attacked!'"
"Um?"
Duan Chuan looked at Jiang Deng with suspicion.
Fearing that Duan Chuan wouldn't believe him, Jiang Deng quickly let go and revealed the handprint on his chest. Although the handprint was a little blurry, the pure demonic energy on it could not be faked in any way.
"Fifth Junior Brother actually dared to hit you?"
Duan Chuan sensed a familiar demonic energy and believed Jiang Deng's words 90%. A displeased expression suddenly appeared on his face. "As the saying goes, when beating a dog, you have to look at the owner first. Wait for me to get revenge!"
"Sword Master! Don't go down for your subordinates..."
Jiang Deng pretended to try to stop him, crying, "The Demon Lord said we are poor sword cultivators, and even if we join forces, we can't defeat him, who is filthy rich. Sword Lord, why don't we just forget it?"
"Poor guy? A swordsman?"
Duan Chuan's expression became even angrier, the rage in his heart had completely burned out his rationality.
What he hated most in his life was people saying that sword cultivators were poor, although... this was an indisputable fact.
Back then, before he became a disciple, he was a penniless swordsman with nothing but a sword.
But now it’s different. He has the huge inheritance left by his master in the treasure house of Jiange. How can he be poor?
How can Fifth Junior Brother still say that he is poor?
He is really not poor at all!
"hateful!"
The more Duan Chuan thought about it, the angrier he became. "Old Five just became a Demon Lord. What's so great about that? I'm going to take care of him today!"
"Sword Master, think twice," Jiang Deng advised, "It doesn't matter if my subordinate is injured, but Sword Master, your injuries haven't healed yet, so you can't get hurt again!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Grabbing Jiang Deng's collar, Duan Chuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a sharp sword intent, "Tell me, where is the fifth junior brother?"
Jiang Deng seemed frightened and pointed in a direction tremblingly, "That, that side... The Demon Lord said he's waiting there for you to die."
"...From my perspective, it's clearly him who should die!"
Duan Chuan pushed Jiang Deng away angrily, then turned around decisively and walked in the direction Jiang Deng pointed, ready to settle the score with his fifth apprentice.
"Sword Master! Sword Master!"
Duan Chuan turned a deaf ear to Jiang Deng's cries to keep him.
The days that Second Senior Brother has been healing him have shown initial results. Although his cultivation level has not improved, it has at least stopped declining and is currently at the early stage of the Hedao realm.
Although he was not as good as his fifth junior brother in terms of cultivation, his swordsmanship with the Killing Sword was still comparable to that of his peak strength, but he could only use it once a day.
If he were to use it twice in such a short period of time, it would be a huge burden on him and would damage his body and soul...
However, one move is enough to deal with Fifth Junior Brother. This time, he will definitely make Fifth Junior Brother pay the price for despising him!
Seeing Duan Chuan leave angrily and soon disappear from sight, Jiang Deng immediately stopped crying.
"Hey, it looks like everything is going according to plan."
Jiang Deng did not choose to take the same road with Duan Chuan. She pointed a long way to Duan Chuan, and she took a shortcut and quietly returned to the place where she had met Fan Wuyin.
Of course, she was not stupid enough to show up directly, but hid behind the rockery and met Shi Tongling who had been hiding there for a long time.
"how's it going?"
Jiang Deng and Shi Tongling communicated with each other through telepathy.
Shi Tongling gestured for Jiang Deng to look outside, "Boss, the Demon Lord has even taken out his natal divine weapon. It's a divine weapon! So majestic!"
Hearing this, Jiang Deng also followed Shi Tongling's gaze.
I saw the tall Fan Wuyin standing in the night, and his whole body seemed to merge into one with the night.
He was holding a ghost-head knife in his hand. The knife was red in color, very heavy, and of a simple shape. There was a ferocious ghost head engraved on the handle. Scarlet demonic energy covered the blade. The terrifying pressure of the artifact could be felt from a distance.
Jiang Deng's tears were about to flow out of the corners of her mouth.
Another magical weapon!
Where did the disciples get so many magical artifacts?
Soon, Jiang Deng had the answer.
Dan Qing's resentful voice echoed from the Eight Gates World, "The Tu Wei Knife is the symbol of my Demon Realm. Unfortunately, its previous owner was me."
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