Upon hearing this, Pei Zhi nearly fell to her death at the doorway.
What is that?
Is she pregnant?
Are you kidding me?
Because Sikong Ren was looking at Pei Zhi with tender and affectionate eyes, everyone in the hall immediately focused their attention on Pei Zhi.
Pei Zhizhen wanted to jump up and explain, "No, big brother, you're a man, what are you pregnant with?"
Then, Pei Zhi added, "Besides, we don't even know each other. Even if you're pregnant, it has nothing to do with me."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They said that Pei Zhi, apart from being a bit unreasonable since childhood, was not the kind of person who would cause such a big disaster.
Pei Tianming's brows remained furrowed.
Pei Tianming suddenly realized something: "You mean, the next Demon Lord of the Demon Realm has appeared?"
Sikong Ren pointed at Pei Zhi and said, "The next Demon Lord of the Demon Realm has chosen her as his mother, which is why I have come to ask for her hand in marriage."
In the cultivation world, the demon world, and the monster world, the ability to give birth to the next generation depends on female cultivators, except for the demon lords of the monster world.
The next generation of Demon Lords in the Demon Realm is nurtured by the ancient tree of the Demon Realm and requires regular offerings from the Demon Lord and Demon Queen.
The time when the next Demon Lord descends to earth will also be the time of Sikong Ren's death.
Each Demon Lord in the Demon Realm is much stronger than the previous one.
Pei Tianming's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. Sikong Ren's strength was comparable to Zhong Changyuan's.
When the next Demon Lord of the Demon Realm arrives, won't the peaceful situation between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm be broken?
Gao Feng asked in confusion, "Ancient trees usually take three thousand years to give birth to the next Demon Lord, so how come this one only took a thousand years?"
The birth of the next Demon Lord signifies the death of the previous Demon Lord.
Zhong Changyuan asked, "Are you sure you're not just making this up?"
Sikong Ren stood up, cast a spell, and a scene appeared before everyone.
The ancient tree in the demon realm, and indeed, fruit has begun to grow beneath it.
This also proves that what Sikong Ren said was true.
"I will only come if Pei Zhi is chosen as the next Demon Lord. If Sect Leader Pei does not agree, I will take my leave now."
After saying this, Sikong Ren's left and right protectors also prepared to leave.
"However, whether the next Demon Lord of the Demon Realm will hold a grudge after he is born is no longer something I can control."
"Wait a minute," Pei Tianming called out to Sikong Ren.
What Sikong Ren said was also what Pei Tianming was worried about.
The demon realm and the cultivation realm have been at peace for a long time. If they were to fight, it would surely cause widespread death and destruction, and would also allow the demon realm to take advantage of the situation.
However, if Pei Zhi were to marry into the Demon Realm, it would seem as if their cultivation world were engaging in a political marriage, which would make Pei Tianming feel somewhat embarrassed.
Seemingly knowing what Pei Tianming was thinking, Sikong Ren took the initiative to speak up: "I am willing to marry into the family."
His words shocked everyone.
"I quite like the scenery of the cultivation world. After being engaged to the sect leader's beloved daughter, I am willing to stay in the cultivation world permanently."
Sikong Ren paused for a moment, then continued, "As long as you return to the demon realm regularly to make offerings to the ancient tree, that will suffice."
“No.” Zhong Changyuan saw the hesitation on Sect Leader Pei’s face. “Pei Zhi’s bone age is only fifty. How can she be married?”
Zhong Changyuan pointed at Sikong Ren, "Moreover, Sikong Ren is a wolf in sheep's clothing; how could he be a good match?"
Sikong Ren lowered his head and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter if he's young. Let's set up the engagement first. I can wait for hundreds of years."
"As for a suitable match?" Sikong Ren chuckled. "How would a sword immortal know whether I am a suitable match?"
Gao Feng walked to Pei Tianming's side and whispered, "If Pei Zhi can become the Demon Queen, the mother of the next Demon Lord, our peace between the two realms can be maintained for at least several thousand years."
It wasn't just a few thousand years; even after Sikong Ren passed away, the demon realm had to give the cultivation world some face.
Pei Tianming was torn between parting with his daughter and being tempted by the immense allure of his position as sect leader.
Gao Feng continued, "Moreover, didn't Sikong Ren say that he resides in our cultivation world? If word gets out, it won't be a loss of face for us."
Pei Tianming paused slightly, "This matter is of great importance, we still need to discuss it further."
Sikong Ren readily agreed, “Okay, no problem. I’ll stay here for now and wait for you to finish your discussion.”
Pei Tianming's lips twitched. Although Sikong Ren's request was shameless, he really couldn't refuse. He could only give Gao Feng a look and let him do it.
Gao Feng gestured for Sikong Ren to follow him: "Please."
Sikong Ren looked at Pei Zhi and said, "Arrange for me to live near her, so that it will be easier for us to get along in the future."
Gao Fengzhu turned to look at the sect leader, and seeing the sect leader nod with his eyes closed, he quickly went to make the arrangements.
After Sikong Ren left, Zhong Changyuan sheathed his sword. "The sect leader should refuse him."
Sect Leader Pei beckoned to Pei Zhi, "I am also reluctant to part with my daughter, but what if the next Demon Lord really holds a grudge against the cultivation world?"
Zhong Changyuan said bluntly, "If they dare to come, I will make sure they never return."
"Changyuan, no matter how powerful you are, you are only one person. We don't even know the strength of Sikong Ren, let alone the next Demon Lord?"
Pei Tianming frowned and asked, "If the Demon Realm takes advantage of the situation and attacks from both sides, won't we be attacked from both sides?"
Zhong Changyuan was about to say something when Pei Tianming interrupted him.
“I know you are Pei Zhi’s mentor, and your love for her is no less than mine as her father.”
Master Pei's address of "Master" brought Zhong Changyuan back to his senses.
This matter is entirely beneficial to the world, except that it involves sacrificing Pei Zhi.
He might have agreed if it were any other disciple.
Why did Pei Zhi only want to draw his sword and kill Sikong Ren?
Seeing that Zhong Changyuan remained silent, Pei Tianming pressed on, "Changyuan, since Sikong Ren has agreed to let us... no, to live in our cultivation world, we will be Zhizhi's support from now on."
"With us behind Zhizhi, absolutely no one in the demon realm will dare to bully her."
Pei Zhi then interjected, "Won't my mission be complete once Sikong Renshen dies?"
Zhong Changyuan looked at Pei Zhi: "Are you willing to marry him?"
Zhong Changyuan's gaze was so sharp that Pei Zhi trembled involuntarily.
"Sikong Ren is quite handsome, so I'm not at a loss anyway. Besides, this can be considered a contribution to the cultivation world, right?"
Pei Zhi tried her best to shift the blame onto them, indicating that she was fine with whatever they did.
Seeing this, Sect Leader Pei was very pleased. "My dear daughter, I am very pleased that you think this way."
Zhong Changyuan chuckled, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Sect Leader Pei before turning and leaving.
His movements were swift and decisive, clearly telling everyone that he was angry.
Pei Tianming gestured to Pei Zhi, signaling her to follow.
“Tell your master properly that he is too rigid and doesn’t know how to be flexible.”
Pei Zhi nodded slightly and hurriedly chased after him.
Zhong Changyuan was too fast, so Pei Zhi had no choice but to use her sword to fly.
Having not used it for too long and in a hurry to catch up with someone, Pei Zhi swayed unsteadily, her foot slipping as she was about to fall.
Pei Zhi screamed, her hands moving non-stop as she cast various spells, hoping to keep herself from falling.
Pei Zhi felt a tightness around her waist, and then she was embraced by someone.
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