Chen Xuan looked in disbelief at the layer of black impurities on his arm.
He was already in the Dao Realm.
There was not a trace of impurity in his body for a long ti.
How could consuming just one drop of the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Wood Liquid expel so many impurities?
Not just the arm, but the whole body had it.
"Hoo—"
"This Heaven-Reaching Spirit Wood Liquid is indeed extraordinary."
Chen Xuan thought to himself in shock.
But... Shouldn’t it be more than this?
Then he closed his eyes and started cultivating.
...
Demon Realm Entrance.
"Are you saying the Demon Race has retreated?"
In the tent, Qin Hong raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the scout below.
"Yes, Your Highness, and not a single one remains; the territory previously occupied by the Demon Race is now completely empty."
The scout reported excitedly.
Unexpectedly, after only a few days of battle, the Demon Race has retreated to the Demon Realm.
Now, these scouts would no longer need to be constantly on edge while scouting the front lines.
This life is considered... saved.
"Withdraw!"
Qin Hong waved his hand, showing no visible emotion.
After the scout left the tent, Qin Ying finally spoke, "Perhaps it’s because of the heavy losses suffered by the Purple Cloud Spirit Fox Clan."
Upon hearing this, Jing Shishu, who was beside them, nodded in agreent.
"But we can’t be careless, to guard against any conspiracy by the Demon Race!"
"Also, during this ti, strengthen the vigilance and don’t relax even a bit!"
Although the Purple Cloud Spirit Fox Clan suffered severe losses, there are still two other top-tier Demon Clans in the Demon Realm; at least until the Extre Yin Mont passes, we cannot be complacent.
"Mm!"
Jing Shishu nodded, seeing this as the most prudent approach.
"Let’s go, accompany the royal brother for a walk."
Qin Hong stepped down from his seat, speaking to Qin Ying.
"Alright!"
The two left the tent one after the other.
"The Fourth Prince... not bad."
Jing Shishu suddenly whispered.
At this mont, only he remained in the tent, holding a purple Inner Core in his hand.
"For you, kid, I have to... sigh!"
He shook his head helplessly.
Yesterday, when Qin Ying ca here, she had Qin Hong hand over the Inner Core to him.
And without any conditions.
However...
Sotis, saying nothing is more troubleso than saying sothing.
Moreover... Qin Hong has so capabilities.
At least during this period, the Fourth Prince he saw was indeed impressive.
Probably only slightly inferior to the Eldest Prince.
But... the ti is still long, and who knows what will happen in the future.
We’ll see!
After all, Emperor Yu is in his pri.
...
"What reward is that kid planning to fetch?"
Outside the military camp of Great Yu, Qin Ying and Qin Hong walked side by side.
"I’ll ask him when I go back."
It’s really hard to guess Chen Xuan’s thoughts now; he hides them too deeply.
Who knows what he wants.
"But royal brother does have an idea; do you want to hear it?"
Qin Hong asked with a smile.
She said nothing but slightly nodded her head.
"The throne of Molan Mansion has always been vacant, hasn’t it? We can give it to him!"
Offering a mansion’s throne right off the bat.
Gotta say, Qin Hong is generous enough.
"Molan Mansion’s throne, will Father agree to that?"
This reward is not a small one.
In Great Yu, there are just over a hundred kings; becoming the king of Molan Mansion would be equivalent to stepping into the upper echelons of Great Yu.
Calling it a teoric rise wouldn’t be far off.
"Royal brother has his ways, and this ti around, the rits he established make a king’s position not excessive."
Qin Hong appeared very confident.
Of course, he had his own thoughts in doing so.
To win over Chen Xuan.
Although he was just at the first level of the Dao Realm, the value he showed, even Jing Shishu couldn’t match.
Attracting such a genius would be ideal.
Even if it doesn’t work, maintain amicable relations at least, and avoid conflicts.
Moreover, he is Qin Ying’s own elder brother.
If the two of them want to be together, Chen Xuan having no status wouldn’t do.
The princess of Great Yu... is not easy to marry.
"But who knows if he would be willing?"
Qin Ying muttered.
"He wouldn’t want to be the king of a mansion!"
Qin Hong was surprised.
"You don’t understand, that person... is hard to say."
...
Demon Realm, deep within the Purple Cloud Mountain Range.
"Purple Heaven Dao, what are you doing? You’re giving up after just a few days!"
A powerful Spiritual Power appeared in the void.
"Indeed, I was just getting into the swing of killing!"
At this ti, another Spiritual Power appeared, with a similarly dissatisfied voice.
Purple Heaven Dao looked up at the void and said lightly, "This is the Saintess’s decision."
"Saintess?"
At this mont, a shadow appeared, round and chubby, with black and white contrasting colors, especially the black fur around its eyes resembling dark circles.
It held a jade-green bamboo in its hand.
At first glance, it appeared quite cute.
But it was the Clan Leader of the Iron-eating Beast Clan, one of the three great Demon Clans of the Demon Realm.
"Isn’t she in seclusion?"
Taking steps down from the air, it fiercely bit down on the bamboo in its hand.
"The mission failed, and my clan lost nine Dao Realm individuals."
Helplessly, he had to reveal the truth.
After he told this to the Saintess, she simply said coldly to retract all Demon Clans, wait for her ergence from seclusion.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort was heard, and a middle-aged man slowly appeared, glaring at Purple Heaven Dao with dissatisfaction, "Useless!"
"Should have entrusted this to the Peacock Race!"
"Kongri, don’t go too far!"
Purple Heaven Dao shouted angrily.
His clan lost nine Dao Realm mbers for this matter, yet he was here making unhelpful remarks.
Despicable.
"Am I going too far? Or am I not right?"
Kongri looked at him disdainfully.
In order for them to smoothly enter September City, their three clans, together with all Demon Clans of the Demon Realm, fought desperately to attack the Demon Realm’s entrance.
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