Ning Feiyan had a sudden realization but still felt sowhat incredulous, "Could it be that Young Master Mi Lu really drove the humans from the War Slave Camp into the Houtu beneath Zhaoyu Palace?"
This could no longer be called overconfidence, it was sheer stupidity.
To thus brazenly lay bare the secret left behind by the old Demon Lord, right in front of human cultivators.
Such behavior was akin to a wild wolf offering its neck to a hunter, exposing its softest belly to the enemy.
Behind the curtained beads, a cold laugh from the Female Demon Lord sounded: "My brother has been well protected by our father since childhood, born to a lofty position where it was natural for him to deprive everything.
To him, enemies with collars on, once they bow down at his feet and have their fangs and claws clipped, are powerless to resist or bite back. Overconfidence is stupidity, has he ever done anything less foolish?"
The Female Demon Lord rested her chin on one hand, her eyes mocking: "What’s more, Brother’s adept strategist and Protector, Qi Ren, has been captured by Manxie and is no longer by his side. With his wits, how could he possibly distinguish the batch of humans in the Slave Camp as either sheep or wolves."
"Now that the battle is over, a night has passed, and not a single one of the human cultivators, who were ant to sacrifice themselves at the Gate beneath Zhaoyu Palace, has surfaced. River Lord Ning, don’t you think my brother’s actions are foolish?"
Although the Female Demon Lord spoke with ease and composure, Ning Feiyan knew the seriousness of the situation.
The Netherworld Dragon locked beneath these hundreds of thousands of feet of Houtu lived on Demonic Qi.
Years ago, the old Demon Lord had used a heaven-reaching thod to extract and disperse the essence of Demonic Qi from the Netherworld Dragon across the thirteen states of the Demon Soil, and only then was he able to use the five Dragon-Slaying Swords to suppress the Dragon Head, Dragon Spine, Dragon Heart, Dragon Tail, and Dragon Lungs, forcibly converting the dragon’s body into the Demon World’s Dragon Vein.
Ever since the old Demon Lord passed away, this Dragon Vein has been under tight guard, maintaining an absolute balance.
Of course, a large part of the reason was that none in the Demon World, no mber of the Demon Clan, dared to be so foolish as to enter the Dragon Vein territory, to feed the dragon with their bodies.
Should the Demonic Essence-starved Netherworld Dragon consu even a shred of Demonic Qi, breaking the balance and causing one of the five Dragon-Slaying Swords to shift slightly, the entire Demon World would face a great catastrophe.
Thus, this ant that even though the Demon Lord had a strong desire to eliminate the group of humans deep underground, she had no way of going into the Earth Gate beneath Zhaoyu Palace to slaughter them clean.
So, inviting Su Jing and Yin Baishuang to Changqiu Hall early in the morning, the Demon Lord’s intention could not be more obvious.
"Your Majesty ans to have these two go to the Earth Gate Dragon Vein to dispose of the people from the War Slave Camp?" Ning Feiyan leisurely picked up a tea cake from the Jade Plate, speaking with obvious interest.
The Female Demon Lord chuckled lightly, behind the blue smoke from a small burner, the mockery in her eyes deepened: "Although ’ending war with slaughter’ is a style I favor, how could I be unaware of these two’s temperants? The two ladies might turn a blind eye to the War Slaves, but they would certainly not stain their swords with the blood of their own kind.
As prominent stars of the righteous sects, and as Young Masters of the Three Sects, surely the people in the Dragon Vein would not fail to show face to these two.
As long as they could undertake this mission for , I would overlook the transgression of our Mystical Scripture Master breaking into the Demon World, and once the Gate opens, I will not interfere with anyone’s departure or stay."
It sounded like a fair, profitable, and safe trade.
It would save them the effort of looking for the Gate and enable them to return to the Mortal World without a fight.
If there was sothing to be sacrificed, it was only the little Corpse Demon, who couldn’t use Yin Baishuang’s power to leave the Demon World.
For the lady of Cangwu Palace, who had ’no kinship’ with that little Corpse Demon, the choice was all too predictable.
Ning Feiyan leisurely finished the tea cake in her hand, caressing the remaining sugar paste on her fingertips, and sure enough as expected, she heard Yin Baishuang say, "It’s possible."
Ning Feiyan’s eyebrows twitched nearly imperceptibly, then relaxed just as quickly.
Ignorant people were always ready to bargain.
Ning Feiyan felt that Miss Jing, who had been awoken by lightning two hundred years ago, was not one to be easily swayed.
The Female Demon Lord’s wishful thinking might work out only halfway...
"When can we get going?"
Both seed eager to ensure their own safety.
Ning Feiyan’s finger stroking paused, her eyes, graceful and expressive, narrowed slightly, a twinkle of indefinable color flashing within.
She gazed vaguely at the young lady sitting across from her, straight-backed and aloof, seemingly unapproachable.
But the young lady’s gaze was drooped, and her calm black eyes betrayed no sign of anomaly.
The Female Demon Lord seed pleased by their understanding, her voice tinged with a smile: "Right away."
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Baili An, groggy in consciousness, in an unseen darkness, heard the cell door and shackles of the neighboring dungeon open, followed by a burst of furious cursing and several heavy, muffled thuds, which then turned into painful grunts of teeth-grinding.
The new arrival next door, who had been making a fuss, seed to have been unceremoniously thrown into the cell by the demon guards overseeing the dungeons.
The locks clicked a few tis, cold and crisp.
The world returned once again to a deathly quiet.
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