"Jiang Haitian, you better show some respect. This is Demon Breath Palace territory, not your petty underground gang!"
Wang Bao's heart-wrenching roar immediately drew the attention of the other passengers.
Jiang Haitian responded nonchalantly, "Why are you yelling so loudly? What did I do to offend you?"
Is this your spot? Go ahead and shout, see if it answers. If not, just shut up, you piece of trash.
Enraged, Wang Bao drew his knife and pointed it at Jiang Haitian: "Jiang Haitian, believe it or not, I'll chop you up alive today!"
You'd better not push me to the brink of madness; even I'm afraid of myself when I go crazy.
"You piece of trash, you might as well just sit there quietly," Jiang Haitian said with disdain. "A barking dog doesn't bite; I learned that from my very first day out in this business."
"Stop giving me that crap. If I even blink, I'll kowtow to you right now to liven things up, okay?"
Wang Bao was furious. He never expected that he, a cultivator at the third level of the Wuwu Realm, would be so humiliated in front of this nouveau riche.
"What are you all yelling about? Shut up!"
At that moment, a young man in black robes appeared and stopped the farce.
When Wang Bao saw him, he immediately lost his temper.
This "young man" is Yan Xingshu, the chief steward of the Demon Breath Palace.
This person is a veteran figure on par with Fu Yanchao, and his cultivation has reached the half-step Supreme Realm, which is half a grade higher than Fu Yanchao.
"Yes, Chief Commander Yan, we were just joking around, hehehe—"
In front of Yan Xingshu, Wang Bao could only nod, bow, and smile obsequiously.
The other vice-chairmen present also bowed to Yan Xingshu in unison.
Jiang Haitian, however, didn't even glance at this guy. Instead, he took out a pair of magic beads worth 50,000 spirit stones and started playing with them in his palm.
"Everyone stay calm, Empress Ziwei (Longhan) will be here soon."
"Yes, yes, we will be quiet."
Yan Xingshu glanced at Jiang Haitian, then strolled over to his seat to check.
...
At noon, Song Yanran and Leng Qingcheng began their meeting in the inner chamber of the Nightmare Palace.
Lin Xian'er thoughtfully served tea to the two empresses and said with a smile to Song Yanran, "Empress Song, please try this. It is a specialty of my Demon Realm, Spirit Tea made with Dragon Saliva Grass. It has a unique flavor compared to tea from the outside world."
Thank you.
Song Yanran replied calmly, then looked at Leng Qingcheng with a cold expression: "I am more than a thousand years older than you, so it's not too much for me to call you 'little sister,' is it?"
Leng Qingcheng replied with a smile, "To become the powerful Dragon-Han Empress of the Central Region, my sister, is more than I could ever wish for."
"Sister, please speak frankly about your purpose in coming this time. See how I can be of service to you, and I'll arrange everything for you, whether I'm capable or not."
"Sister, you're too kind. I've returned to the Demon Realm for two matters. Firstly..."
I have been entrusted by the Empress of the Heavenly Palace of the Dao Realm to mediate the feud between my sister and the Empress, hoping that they can temporarily put aside their prejudices.
The two countries should not continue this completely unnecessary dispute; peaceful coexistence is the best course of action. I wonder if my younger sister could do me this favor?
"Let's stop fighting with the Dao Domain; it won't benefit either side."
Upon hearing this, Leng Qingcheng smiled slightly: "Since you've put it that way, elder sister, I won't refuse you. Very well, I'll send someone to the Dao Domain when I have the chance."
As long as Luo Pianhong has no objections, abandoning the cooperation with the Demon Abyss and withdrawing troops from the Holy River Valley, this matter will be over.
Song Yanran: "I admire your great wisdom and understanding, little sister. Thank you in advance."
After speaking, she gently raised her jade-like hand, and a spiritual fruit exuding a rich Daoist aura materialized in the void and was slowly presented to Leng Qingcheng.
"This is a special product of the Central Region royal family. It is a Golden Emperor Dao Fruit that has been nourished by the Ancestral Dragon Emperor Qi for three hundred years. It can help my sister's cultivation to reach a higher level. I hope my sister will not find it offensive."
"Sister, you've just arrived and already sent such a valuable gift. I don't know how to reciprocate. The Demon Realm isn't as vast and resource-rich as the Central Region, and my Demon Breath Palace's power is limited."
I truly have no equivalent gift to reciprocate your kindness, sister. Please forgive me.
Song Yanran gently shook her head: "Sister, you are overthinking it. If you feel unworthy of it, you might as well let your older sister ask for something. I hope you won't refuse."
Leng Qingcheng: "Whatever you want, sister, as long as it's in my Demon Breath Palace, I will offer it to you with both hands."
Song Yanran: "Could you please give me a Demon Realm Pass, little sister?"
"I don't consider it a big deal, my sister can give it to you."
The next second, a jet-black Demon Realm Token fell into Song Yanran's hand.
"Then thank you very much, sister."
Song Yanran thanked her softly and put away the Demon Realm Pass.
Leng Qingcheng: "Sister, may I be so bold as to ask, what do you need this Demon Realm Pass for?"
Song Yanran: "This is the second thing I came to the Demon Realm for. It's just a personal matter, so you don't need to ask about it, sister."
When Leng Qingcheng saw Song Yanran say these words, a very subtle emotion flashed across her cold face, and she couldn't help but chuckle.
"Could it be that my sister has someone she likes? Could that person be somewhere within my Demon Realm?"
"Sister, there's no need to ask any more questions."
Song Yanran smiled faintly, neither denying nor admitting it.
Leng Qingcheng gave a knowing look, smiled charmingly, and didn't press for more details.
At this moment, a maidservant outside the palace reported: "Your Majesty, Sect Master Xu of Tianyu Palace has arrived."
Leng Qingcheng frowned upon hearing this: "Xu Tianqi? What is that old lecher doing here? I did not notify him to come."
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