But who dares to say anything to the Demon Lord? Not a single one. In fact, they have to coax him with kind words.
After all, the younger generation might not know, but these old folks who have lived for hundreds of years have all heard firsthand about the outrageous things Xiao Wangyan did in the Demon Realm.
For example, one person massacres an entire sect;
For example, beheading the restless troublemakers and hanging their heads at the entrance of one's own demon palace...
This person truly emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
“It’s like this…” Lu Shiwei was sweating profusely this time, and he wiped it away. “We came here to ask if the Demon Lord took away a junior from the cultivation world a few days ago.”
"I brought him, so what?" Xiao Wangyan raised an eyebrow. "Your 'precious land' can't accommodate him, but you won't even allow me to pick up trash?"
"You can't say that..." Lu Shiwei's brain was working frantically at this moment, and he didn't even have time to complain about Qu Jin giving him this hard job.
“Sheng Xi is a person from the cultivation world, and this is where his roots are.”
"Doesn't Master Lu find it laughable to say such a thing?" Xiao Wangyan curled his lips, but there was no trace of a smile in his voice. "The place that nurtured him is now to be withered. If it were you, would you be foolish enough to stay here and wait to die?"
Lu Shiwei looked extremely unwell.
Xiao Wangyan's words made it clear that he would not teach Sheng Xi.
He looked pleadingly at Ji Mofan sitting to the side, but the latter ignored him completely, staring at the teacup in his hand without even looking up.
Hmm? The tea leaves at the bottom of the cup look like a puppy.
What? Lu Shiwei's distress signal?
He must have lost his mind to go against the Demon Lord.
To be honest, he didn't really care whether Sheng Xi lived or died. After all, if the situation were reversed and Sheng Xi was the one sitting here now, he wouldn't care much about Ji Mofan.
If the relationship isn't that close, offending two realms for one person is something Ji Mo Fan Chong would have done in his previous life, but he certainly wouldn't now.
His own safety is his top priority.
But now this matter is aimed at the Chaoming Palace.
To be precise, it was aimed at him.
If he lets go of Sheng Xi now, he will be next.
As a junior and the chief of the Chaoming Hall, there were some things he couldn't say that were too outrageous.
But it's very convenient for the Demon Lord to talk about it.
Judging from Lu Shiwei's attitude, it's clear that this trip today was not of his own volition.
Who is behind this?
Need I even think about it? Who else but Qu Jin could command the leader of the Xiaoling Sect?
Although there was no direct confrontation, at least we forced them to come out, so today's outcome wasn't a complete loss.
The Demon Lord has already had a thousand-year-old feud with the Supreme Venerable, so what difference does a little more make?
The four major sects that came to exert pressure were forced to retreat in disgrace by the pressure from the Demon Lord alone.
Or rather, only Master Lu looked dejected; the others were just there to provide background support.
The Demon Lord's attitude was so firm, refusing to budge even when facing four of the five major sects for the sake of a mere Sheng Xi, which was something Lu Shiwei had not expected.
After all, although the rumors about the Demon Lord from the Demon Realm have gradually decreased over the years, it seems that he has become much more docile as he gets older, almost as if he has changed his nature.
Moreover, this person has been anti-war since he was young. If the former Demon Lord hadn't been so eager to wipe out the cultivation world and reignite the flames of war while the world was in turmoil, Xiao Wangyan wouldn't have killed him and become the leader himself.
Now, sacrificing Sheng Xi can bring about a superficial peace with the cultivation world, yet he's not happy about it?
The Demon Lord couldn't possibly be unaware of who was behind today's events.
But he still chose to refuse.
Lu Shiwei thought of the Demon Realm, now leaderless and in chaos; of the Southern Frontier, where people lived in fear; and of the borderlands of the cultivation world, where conflicts of all sizes frequently erupted...
He couldn't help but look up at the sky.
As dusk settled, the clouds on the horizon were ablaze with vibrant colors, so vivid they seemed to drip down from the dome of the sky.
It's going to rain.
*
As night fell, stars twinkled among the clouds, their light mingling with the moon's glow, casting a faint glow.
The light from inside the house streamed through the glass into the courtyard, making everything in the courtyard appear hazy.
An uninvited guest arrived abruptly, his robes sweeping across the bluestone pavement, leaving a dark shadow.
Ji Mofan was leaning against the table calculating the accounts when the flame in front of him suddenly began to flicker.
He straightened the lamp base and looked up at the person who had come in.
“Your visit at this late hour makes me seem rather impolite,” said Ji Mo Fan.
"Venerable Supreme One, it's been a long time. You still look as radiant as ever."
Qu Jin didn't react much to Ji Mofan's polite words. He slowly walked up to him, a faint smile always on his face.
"Do you really have to go against me?" He placed one hand on Ji Mofan's table, leaning forward slightly, creating a rather imposing posture.
Ji Mofan reached out and picked up the lamp, moving it directly in front of him.
The originally gloomy complexion was suddenly brightened up, completely ruining the atmosphere.
Qu Jin's lips drooped noticeably.
"I was cultivating peacefully on my own, participating in the Dao Inquiry Conference, and yet this is clearly a Venerable One, who keeps making trouble for a junior like me." Ji Mo Fan held the lamp, bathed in its light, even his hair glowing.
Qu Jin stared at him for a while.
Suddenly, without warning, she reached out and pulled his collar.
The buttons at the collar let out a mournful cry as they were ripped off. The clothes were also torn, exposing the skin underneath.
Fair skin covered her collarbone, which gleamed coldly under the light, and you could even vaguely see the blue veins throbbing beneath.
But apart from that, there was nothing there.
"Where's your seal?" Qu Jin reached out and tapped Ji Mofan's collarbone.
"So it is because of my connection with Master Lu Tong that the Venerable One treats me differently." Ji Mo Fan narrowed his eyes.
Qu Jin remained noncommittal, releasing Ji Mofan. "You have the same personality as him."
They were just as stubborn as ever, which was annoying.
As the face he hadn't seen for three thousand years flashed before his eyes, Qu Jin's eyes flashed with obvious irritation, and he even found Ji Mo Fan much more displeasing.
Although it wasn't exactly pleasing to the eye to begin with.
"With such a long lifespan, one should understand the importance of letting go of attachments." Ji Mo Fan straightened his clothes, and a thin thread of spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, pulling the torn button back into place.
"What's the point of living if you have no obsessions or attachments?" Qu Jin shook his head.
Ji Mofan quickly repaired his clothes, secretly clicking his tongue lightly.
Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.
"How long has it been since you had your immortal bones removed?" Qu Jin's voice drifted back again. "And you've already gotten new ones?"
Ji Mofan's wrist stiffened, and the spiritual energy thread emanating from his fingertips snapped.
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