Qi Yan disliked being talked about, so few people in the Misty Abyss mentioned him.
Linghu Min said a few more words about Qiyan before leaving to inspect and reinforce the conservatives' defenses.
"The Five Divine Beasts really do exist in the world." The snake woman emerged from Shen Sangruo's sea of consciousness.
She thought these were just legends, or that they existed in the upper realm and wouldn't appear in the cultivation world.
The dodder flower fairy also came out and returned to its most familiar spot, hiding in her hair.
He grumbled, "Why not just be a divine beast? Why insist on being a demonic beast? And he even sides with the radical demonic cultivators. I despise him."
"Qiyan is indeed strange." Shen Sangruo pondered, her eyes showing interest in Qiyan.
Moreover, he is a key figure in resolving the current crisis of the conservatives, and if possible, she would like to meet this living mythical beast, the Qilin.
Qi Yan has connections with radicals, and she might be able to use her status as the Demon Lord to meet with him.
Knowing the conditions the radicals offered to persuade Qiyan, there might still be a chance for things to turn around.
A few more days passed.
Shi Mu and Wan Quan kidnapped Shen Sangruo as planned, leaving behind a few arrogant words before swaggering away.
The gist of that statement was that this action was intended to demonstrate that in places frequented by conservatives, radicals could come and go as they pleased, and that radicals could take away conservatives as they pleased.
To make their act more convincing, they even deliberately injured Shang Qing and Shi Yi.
The two poor men, still aching from their fight, were then brutally beaten and are now unable to walk.
Linghu Min was pleased with this outcome, as it provided him with a convenient reason to reduce their positions.
However, he felt a vague unease when Shen Sangruo was taken away. For some reason, he did not feel that she would be in danger.
She had said she wouldn't harm the conservatives, so I could only put my mind at ease for the time being.
If Shen Sangruo were led into the territory of the radical faction, dozens of demonic cultivators would immediately carry the throne that Ya Lan had once traveled to greet him.
A vast number of demonic cultivators knelt down all around, creating an incredibly imposing scene.
When the demon cultivators saw her, their eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by their demon lord's gender and appearance.
However, both leaders had already confirmed that this was indeed the Demon Lord. They glanced at her and quickly lowered their heads, afraid of offending her.
"Welcome back, Lord Demon Lord! Please take a seat, Lord Demon Lord!"
Shi Mu clasped his hands and knelt down, shouting first, and the other demonic cultivators followed suit.
The enormous shouts nearly pierced the sky; if it weren't for the barrier, even the conservatives would have heard them.
The voice carried an inexplicable fervor, which greatly excited the group of demonic cultivators.
Shen Sangruo was surrounded by a group of radical demonic cultivators, unaware that their Demon Lord was actually an extremely righteous cultivator in the cultivation world.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to impersonate Ya Lan and even dared to come to the radical faction's territory alone.
Once exposed, it will be a point of no return.
Such a scene would inevitably make people nervous, keeping their nerves on edge and worrying about being exposed, so they would proceed with extreme caution.
However, Shen Sanruo remained calm and composed, demonstrating remarkable mental fortitude.
She had completely immersed herself in the identity of Ya Lan.
He gave Shi Mu a look, and Shi Mu understood and quickly stepped forward, stepping directly onto him and sitting on the throne with unhurried steps.
He looked down at the people below him with an arrogant and disdainful gaze.
Anyone who saw her every move would think she was a villain steeped in demonic energy.
Even the few beings in her sea of consciousness were amazed by her sense of conviction.
Xiao Hei also straightened up, and its two transformed arms crossed its chest as it sat next to her nascent soul, just as if it were sitting right next to her.
The release of the divine soul information unique to Ya Lan made the expressions in the eyes of the demonic cultivators even more fanatical.
"Return." A smile played on her lips as she gave the order to the demonic cultivators.
That single word meant to those demonic cultivators not only that she was returning to the Demon King's palace, but also that their Demon King had returned.
"Back! Back! Back!"
The demonic cultivators shouted fiercely, their voices rising in waves.
Shen Sanruo sat on the throne, his face full of nonchalance, as he was carried by the demonic cultivators to the Demon King's palace.
Perhaps this is the advantage of being a villain; you don't even have to walk your own path.
Otherwise, since she was unfamiliar with the radical faction's territory, she really wouldn't know where the Demon King's palace was.
"You seem to be having a lot of fun acting," the dodder flower fairy said, envious.
Its original goal was the same: to become a local leader with widespread influence.
It lay dormant for hundreds of years, but failed to become the leader and was even shaved bald. Shen Sangruo, who was only in his twenties, had already achieved this.
Indeed, there is no harm without comparison.
"You want to act too? Then you can act it out later. Just say that Ya Lan has possessed the dodder flower again." Her tone was smiling, as if she were making a sincere suggestion.
"No, no," the dodder flower fairy repeatedly refused.
It doesn't have the ability to spout nonsense without batting an eye like Shen Sangri. If it were to come, it would probably be squeezed dry by that group of demonic cultivators in less than half an hour.
As she spoke, the demonic cultivators carried her to the Demon King's palace.
It was a building that was generally dark and gray, covered with countless totems, filled with bloodshed and ambition.
Shi Mu stood tall and proud before her. "This is the Demon Lord's former palace. I have always ordered people to maintain it meticulously and not allow anyone to set foot here, just waiting for the day when the Demon Lord returns."
He raised his hand and removed the barrier outside the palace.
"Well done." Her casual praise made Shi Mu feel as if he had received a great honor.
Shi Mu clapped his hands, and a demonic cultivator opened the palace gates.
In the center of the main hall was another, even more magnificent throne.
It was made from a series of spoils and treasures from the Yalan Kingdom.
Shi Mu originally intended to invite Shen Sangri to sit back on the throne, but unexpectedly, there was a figure faintly visible on the throne.
His words caught in his throat.
When the demonic cultivators recognized the person on the throne, an eerie silence fell over the scene.
Shen Sanruo's gaze passed through the gate, through the empty and solemn hall, and met the eyes of the person on the throne.
One glance was enough to notice the man's unusual eyes, a pair of pupils that were a mixture of blue and gold.
The man was tall and slender with delicate features, and his robes were adorned with mysterious and obscure dark patterns.
The surrounding black mist added to his hazy and mysterious aura.
A faint smile played on his lips as he looked down at her with a curious and inquisitive gaze, anticipating her reaction.
It was as if he were the master of this demon king's palace.
Shen Sanruo's expression remained unchanged as she sized up the other person, then slightly raised an eyebrow.
She no longer needed to find Qi Yan; the person in front of her was Qi Yan.
Only Qi Yan could break through the barrier that Shi Mu and others had carefully prepared for the Yalan Palace, and so disregard them.
He certainly doesn't look like a respectable person.
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