They were provided with fine wine and delicious food every day, and were also given rooms to live in. The Demonic Palace was considered the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the entire Demonic Realm, and righteous cultivators were not prevented from practicing, except that they could not see the Demon Lord.
On this day, Luo Jianqing and the Buddhist disciple agreed to play chess in the yard.
The Buddhist disciple made his moves slowly, while Luo Jianqing pressed forward with each move. The two played for a whole day and night. The Buddhist disciple smiled and said, "Amitabha, I will never play chess with fellow Daoist Luo again. Daoist Luo is a very skilled chess player, and I cannot compare to him. It would only bring me trouble."
Luo Jianqing said helplessly: "If you don't play chess with me, then what else can you do in this Demonic Palace?"
The Buddhist disciple was stunned, and then the two of them looked at each other and laughed.
Luo Jianqing was right. In this Demonic Palace, the elders and venerables could still constantly request to see the Demon Lord, but the younger generations had nothing to do. They were a little hesitant to actually practice in seclusion. After all, this was the Demonic Cultivator's base camp, and who knew if there would be any traps? If they went astray, it would be too late for regret.
As they were talking, Luo Jianqing and Fozi played another game of chess.
Buddha's son was still very slow in making his moves, and he would think for a long time before making each one. He even pondered one move for a full half hour before making it. This made Luo Jianqing smile bitterly and ask, "Buddha's son, how long will you need? I'm going out for a walk now. Will you be able to make a move when I come back?"
The Buddhist disciple fiddled with his Buddhist beads and said, "Don't worry, Brother Luo, it's already raining, isn't it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddhist monk pressed down the chess piece. Unexpectedly, at the moment when the chess piece landed on the board, a clear female voice suddenly rang out: "Are you stupid, monk? How could you place your chess piece there? If you place it there, seven of your chess pieces will be eaten!"
Luo Jianqing and the Buddhist disciple looked up at the same time, and saw a pretty and charming girl in black lying on a tree branch, her chin supported by her hands, staring at them playing chess.
Luo Jianqing smiled and said, "It's been a year since we last met, Fellow Daoist Yun. I didn't expect that you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage."
The Buddhist disciple looked away: "Amitabha, donor Yunxiang."
Yunxiang lifted herself up, tiptoed, and descended from the tree. She immediately walked over to Fozi and said dissatisfiedly, "I heard from Uncle Qin that you had come to the Demon Realm to find the Demon Palace a long time ago, and it took you a lot of effort to find this place. If that's the case, why don't you shake the bell I gave you? I can personally go to the Demon Realm border to pick you up."
The Buddhist disciple shook his head and said with a smile, "I feel really bad for troubling Donor Yunxiang so much."
Yunxiang said, "What kind of trouble is this? Don't you want to find the Demonic Palace as soon as possible?"
The Buddhist disciple smiled awkwardly and said nothing. Luo Jianqing immediately said, "Then Yunxiang, can you take us to see the Demon Lord? Our uncle has been in the Demon Palace for ten days, but there is still no sign of the Demon Lord. We are here to celebrate the Demon Lord's birthday. Any further delay would be very inconvenient."
Yunxiang's expression changed slightly when she heard this. She stammered, "You want to see my master."
Luo Jianqing nodded.
Yunxiang said, "But my master is in seclusion now. He has been in seclusion for many years. How can you see him? Even I can't see him."
Luo Jianqing was surprised and said, "But I remember you said a year ago that you wanted to prepare a birthday gift for Senior Demon Lord, so you went to Yunzhou. Does that mean that Senior Demon Lord will never come out?" Then who did you prepare the birthday gift for?
Luo Jianqing didn't say the rest, but Yunxiang understood. She thought for a while with an evasive look in her eyes before saying, "I just like to prepare the birthday gift and give it to my master after he comes out of seclusion. Is that not okay?"
Luo Jianqing suddenly laughed: "Of course you can."
Yunxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Fuzi. Fuzi shuddered at her gaze and heard Yunxiang say, "Even if you were worried about being discovered and refused to ring the bell to find me outside the Demonic Dao Palace, why haven't you come to find me now that you're here?"
A word can wake a dreamer up!
Luo Jianqing and the Buddhist disciples exclaimed in surprise: "Yes, it is possible in the Demonic Palace!"
Seeing their stunned expressions, Yunxiang couldn't help but chuckle. But before she could say anything else, she heard a gust of wind from behind her. Yunxiang's eyes narrowed, and she quickly turned to block the attack, only to be slapped away by the opponent's claws, who then grabbed her throat.
Yunxiang sobbed, "Who... who dared to capture your aunt!"
Luo Jianqing and Fozi immediately stood up. Luo Jianqing's face turned cold and he said, "Senior Gui Yi, what are you doing?"
Elder Gui Yi of the Broken Soul Sect sneered and said, "You two juniors, since you've already seen this witch, why didn't you report it? With the witch here, why should we worry about not seeing the Demon Lord?" As soon as he finished speaking, Gui Yi tightened his grip on Yunxiang's neck, infusing his spiritual power into her voice, and shouted, "Demon Lord, your disciple is in my hands! You've teased us enough for the past ten days. Come out quickly, or I will make your disciple pay!"
As soon as the voice fell, in the blink of an eye, Venerable Yuqingzi appeared in the courtyard, and people from other sects and families also rushed over immediately.
Qin Guihe was the first person from the Demonic Palace to arrive. When he saw Yunxiang being grabbed by Gui Yi's throat and unable to speak, his eyebrows raised and he shouted angrily, "Old Gui Yi, how dare you bully a junior? Do you dare to fight me?"
Gui Yi said, "I don't want this to happen either. It's you, the Demonic Palace, who are bullying us too much and treating us like clowns!"
Qin Guihe took out a broadsword and said coldly, "If you don't let Yunxiang go, I'll chop off your evil roots with one blow!"
Gui Yi couldn't help but clamp his legs together, but he still sneered: "You can see, is your knife faster, or is it faster for me to kill this little witch!"
"you!"
The two sides froze for a moment. Not long after, the black-clad guardian arrived. Seeing Yunxiang being held hostage, his expression darkened instantly. Unlike Qin Guihe, he wasn't impulsive. Instead, he calmly said, "The Demonic Palace was kind enough to entertain you, but we didn't expect this in return. Are you all truly here to celebrate my birthday?"
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