“Giggle…giggle…” Yushan waved Qiao San off with laughter, then gestured with her hand, summoning her trusted maid who had stood guard outside the previous night. Calmly, she asked, “Did you see anything last night?”
“No…no… Your Highness, I know nothing! Please rest assured, Your Highness, I would never utter a single word to the Devil King!” the maid hurriedly pledged her loyalty.
“Hmm, that’s good then!” Yushan nodded slightly with a smile, but suddenly, she slammed her palm onto the maid’s head, dark flames swirling around. Instantly, the maid’s spirit and soul were reduced to ashes.
She—was still the same ruthless and scheming Yushan Princess!
When Qiao San returned to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was wrong with him.
“Giggle…” Yushan’s laughter bid farewell to Qiao San, then with a wave of her hand, she summoned her trusted maid who had been on guard outside last night. She asked calmly, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… I know nothing! Princess, rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the Demon King!” The maid hurriedly expressed her loyalty.
“Good, that’s good!” Yushan nodded with a smile, then suddenly struck the maid’s head with her palm. A dark flame encircled, instantly reducing the maid’s spirit and soul to ashes.
She—still the ruthless and cunning Princess Yushan!
When Qiao San returned to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was wrong.
“Husband, what’s the matter? You look so pale!” Gui Ji worriedly grasped Qiao San’s cold hands.
“Saint Lord, you haven’t overindulged, have you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox women merged into the Heavenly Fox, their laughter tinged with genuine curiosity. How could someone with the Ten Yang Body ever feel exhausted?!
The Fox Queen glared at the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with concern, “Master, did Yushan do something to you?”
Qiao San weakly collapsed into the armchair, recounting the madness of the previous night with great frustration.
“Ah!” The women’s exclamations filled the ornate room, their sighs filled with both hostility towards Yushan and a hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the Saint Lord’s seed, and now an outsider had beaten them to it. How could they not be displeased?!
“Saint Lord, I want it too…”
The Heavenly Fox opened her mouth, and eighteen continuous coquettish complaints echoed in succession. With a leap, the fox woman was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t mess around!” The Fox Queen sternly reprimanded the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with the same helpless tone, “The stronger the Saint Lord’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because the master’s powers were weak at that time, and Yushan used unorthodox methods, which greatly harmed the master’s vitality. Do you all want to harm the master too?”
The eighteen fox women fell silent, but Qiao San asked curiously and wickedly, “My dear, what if I want to see you and your daughter both pregnant in the future? Hehe…”
Even the Fox Queen blushed, her loyal slave’s eyes glinting as she said, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. When you cultivate to the Great Luo Demon Saint level, you will naturally be able to control it freely, allowing us mother and daughter to conceive your saintly seed, hehe…”
After that brilliant night, the Nine Nether City suddenly returned to calm.
Days passed, and the pressure in everyone’s hearts gradually increased. Everyone knew that when the Earth Fire Sacrifice arrived, the storm would rage.
The Earth Fire Island, located in the northern part of the underworld, is an isolated island with a mysterious fissure in its center, a hundred zhang long and only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, on the day of the century’s transition, ancient divine fire would erupt from it.
Legend has it that the Primordial Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of all demons, sleeps within this fissure, and the eruption of true fire every hundred years is merely the Primordial Heavenly Demon taking a breath.
“Wow, taking a breath every hundred years, is it really that mysterious?” When Qiao San saw the bottomless fissure, he couldn’t help but blurt out. He had no feelings towards the Demon Ancestor, or rather, the rogue never considered himself a demon.
“Hehe…” The Fox Queen, who was explaining the legend, was already familiar with her master’s irreverence but couldn’t help but laugh heartily, “Master, I’ve lived for nine thousand years and have never seen the Heavenly Demon appear. Perhaps even when my demon life ends, I won’t know the truth.”
“My dear, don’t worry, I will definitely make you all immortal, hehe… Don’t forget, I ‘help’ you every day!”
The women naturally understood what “help” meant. Gui Ji’s plump jade-like face flushed, and her watery eyes unconsciously glanced at the ever-restless part of the man.
“Saint Lord, the sacrifice has begun, let’s go over.” The Heavenly Fox, with her youthful heart, was the first to fly towards the shadowy sacrificial altar.
“Huh? I thought only those with status and position could attend the sacrificial ceremony. Turns out there are so many big shots in the demon world!”
The female demon, holding the Night Girl, walked behind the rogue, her voice tinged with affection, “Fool, there are thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two mountain kings in the underworld, and they’re not all here yet!”
A high platform stood piercing the clouds, surrounded by demon generals on all sides, but no one dared to ascend the steps. Even Yushan and Peng Mo waited obediently for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a cloud of mist arrived with a spectrum of colors, and the myriad noises instantly vanished. The majestic horns echoed long, and colorful flowers filled the sky. The ever-changing Gou Yuan gently landed on the high platform.
“The sacrifice—begins—” The prolonged demonic voice echoed across the island, and the demons bowed once more, bending in respectful welcome.
Qiao San naturally didn’t bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the surroundings, taking in the expressions of the various demons.
Yushan’s calm face showed no trace of killing intent, but the Peng Demon King beside her was exhaling unfriendly heat from his bird-like nose. The Turtle King and the Ghost King stood side by side below the Peng Demon King, seemingly following his lead. Behind the four demons were dozens of lesser demons, a gathering of strange shapes and forms. On the other side were the guards of the State Preceptor’s mansion and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, the rogue couldn’t help but ponder: It seems Yushan’s strength is greater, after all, she is the daughter of the Demon King.
Qiao San’s furtive gaze involuntarily wandered to Yushan’s belly, and she caught him red-handed. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly bulging belly, making Qiao San’s heart race.
On the high platform, Gou Yuan began to chant an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Heavenly Demon.
As the incantation sounded, the fissure beside the high platform trembled as if alive, greatly piquing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, he even forgot about the impending battle.
A cup of tea’s time passed, and the fissure was still trembling, but the green smoke that the demons remembered did not rise. Gou Yuan’s expression subtly changed.
An incense stick’s time passed, and the fissure gradually became lifeless. The demons’ hearts were filled with doubt, and whispers rose and fell.
“This is unprecedented in the underworld!” The demons’ tension was palpable. Demons also need the support of faith, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon is the totem of the underworld. No one could bear the consequences of a failed sacrifice, not even Gou Yuan.
“Holy Lord, don’t tell me you overexerted yourself with pleasure? Hehe…” The eighteen fox maidens merged into one—Tianhu—giggling, yet her tone betrayed genuine concern. With the power of the Ten Yang Body, how could he possibly feel drained?
The Fox Queen glared fiercely at Tianhu, then turned to Qiao San with concern, “Master, could it be that Yushan did something to you?”
Qiao San listlessly sank into the armchair, deeply dejected, and recounted the madness of the previous night.
“Ahh!” A chorus of gasps filled the ornately carved hall. Their sighs carried both hostility toward Yushan and a hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the Master’s holy seed, yet an outsider had beaten them to it. How could the women not feel resentful?
“Holy Lord, I want to too…”
Tianhu pouted, her voice splitting into the overlapping coos of all eighteen fox maidens. With a sudden leap, the fox girl was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t be foolish!” The Fox Queen sharply reprimanded Tianhu, then continued with equal helplessness, “The stronger the Holy Lord’s power, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because the Master’s power was weaker back then. Yushan used forbidden methods, which greatly drained the Master’s vitality. Do you also want to harm the Master?”
“Giggle…” Yushan’s laughter saw Qiao San off, then she beckoned with her hand, summoning her trusted maid who had been on guard outside last night. She asked calmly, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… I know nothing! Princess, rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the Demon King!” the maid hastily pledged her loyalty.
“Good, that’s good!” Yushan nodded with a smile, then suddenly struck the maid’s head with her palm. A swirl of dark fire instantly reduced the maid’s spirit and soul to ashes.
She—remained the ruthless and cunning Princess Yushan!
Upon returning to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was amiss with Qiao San.
“Husband, what’s wrong? You look so pale!” Gui Ji worriedly grasped Qiao San’s cold hands.
“Saint Lord, you haven’t overindulged, have you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox women merged into the Heavenly Fox, their laughter tinged with genuine curiosity. How could someone with the Ten Suns physique be so exhausted?!
The Fox Queen glared at the Heavenly Fox before speaking with concern, “Master, did Yushan do something to you?”
Qiao San slumped into the armchair, utterly dejected, and recounted the madness of the previous night.
“Ah!” The women’s exclamations filled the ornate room, their sighs a mix of hostility towards Yushan and a subtle hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the Saint Lord’s seed, and now an outsider had beaten them to it. How could they not be displeased?!
“Saint Lord, I want it too…”
The Heavenly Fox opened her mouth, and eighteen coquettish complaints echoed in succession. With a leap, the fox woman was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t mess around!” The Fox Queen sternly reprimanded the Heavenly Fox before speaking with the same helpless tone, “The stronger the Saint Lord’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen conceived because the master’s powers were weak at that time, and Yushan used some devious method that greatly harmed the master’s vitality. Do you all want to harm the master too?”
The eighteen fox women fell silent, but Qiao San asked with curious mischief, “My dear, what if I want to see you and your daughter both pregnant in the future? Hehe…”
Even the Fox Queen blushed at this, and the loyal slave said with a seductive gaze, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. When you cultivate to the Great Luo Demon Saint level, you will naturally be able to control it freely and let us mother and daughter conceive your Saint seed, hehe…”
After that brilliant night, the Nine Nether City suddenly returned to peace.
Day by day, the pressure in everyone’s hearts grew. They all knew that when the Earth Fire Sacrifice arrived, the storm would rage.
The Earth Fire Island, located in the northern part of the underworld, was an isolated island with a mysterious fissure in its center. The fissure was a hundred zhang long and only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, on the day of the century’s transition, ancient divine fire would erupt from it.
Legend had it that the Primordial Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of all demons, slept within this fissure, and the eruption of true fire every hundred years was merely the Primordial Heavenly Demon taking a breath.
“Wow, taking a breath only once every hundred years? Is it really that mysterious?” Qiao San couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw the bottomless fissure. He had no feelings for any demon ancestor, or rather, the rogue had never considered himself a demon.
“Hehe…” The Fox Queen, who had been explaining the legend, was already familiar with her master’s irreverence but couldn’t help laughing heartily, “Master, I’ve lived for nine thousand years and have never seen the Heavenly Demon appear. Perhaps I’ll never know the truth before my demon life ends.”
“My dear, don’t worry, I will definitely make you all immortal, hehe… Don’t forget, your master helps you every day!”
The women naturally understood what “help” meant. Gui Ji’s plump jade face flushed with peach blossoms, and her watery eyes instinctively glanced at the man’s ever-restless certain place.
“Saint Lord, the sacrifice has begun, let’s go over there.” The Heavenly Fox, with her youthful nature, was the first to fly towards the altar filled with demonic shadows.
“Huh? I thought only those with status and position could attend the sacrificial ceremony. So there are so many important figures in the demon world!”
The female demon, holding the Night Girl, walked behind the rogue, her voice tinged with affection, “Fool, there are thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two mountain kings in the underworld, and they’re not all here yet!”
A high platform stood piercing the clouds, surrounded by demon generals from all directions, but no one dared to ascend the steps. Even Yushan and Peng Mo waited respectfully for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a cloud of mist with seven colors arrived, and the myriad noises instantly ceased. The majestic horns echoed long and clear, and a myriad of flowers filled the sky. The ever-changing Gou Yuan gently landed on the high platform.
“The sacrifice—begins—” The prolonged demonic voice echoed across the island, and the demons bowed once more, now in a posture of respectful welcome.
Qiao San naturally didn’t bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the surroundings, taking in the expressions of the various demons.
Yushan’s calm face showed no trace of murderous intent, but the Peng Demon King beside her was breathing out unfriendly heat through his bird-like nose. The Turtle King and the Ghost King stood side by side below the Peng Demon King, seemingly following his lead. Behind the four demons were dozens of lesser demons, a gathering of strange and bizarre forms. On the other side were the guards of the State Preceptor’s mansion and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, the rogue couldn’t help but ponder: It seems Yushan’s strength is greater, after all, she is the daughter of the Demon King.
Qiao San’s sly gaze involuntarily wandered to Yushan’s belly, and she caught him in the act. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly bulging belly, making Qiao San’s heart race.
On the high platform, Gou Yuan began to chant an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Heavenly Demon.
As the incantation began, the fissure beside the high platform trembled as if alive, greatly piquing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, he even forgot about the impending battle.
A cup of tea’s time passed, and the fissure continued to tremble, but the expected green smoke did not rise. Gou Yuan’s expression subtly changed.
An incense stick’s time passed, and the fissure gradually became lifeless. The demons’ hearts were filled with doubt, and whispers rose and fell.
“This is unprecedented in the underworld!” The demons’ tension was palpable. Demons also needed the support of faith, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon was the underworld’s totem. No one could bear the consequences of a failed sacrifice, not even Gou Yuan.
Surprisingly, even the Fox Queen blushed, replying with a sultry gaze, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. Once you reach the realm of Great Luo Demon Sage, you will naturally gain complete control and be able to grant my daughter and me the honor of carrying your holy seed. Hehe…”
After that night of brilliance, Jiuyou City suddenly fell into silence once more.
Days passed one by one, and the pressure in everyone’s hearts steadily increased. All understood that when the Day of the Infernal Flame Ceremony arrived, it would be the moment the storm struck.
The Infernal Flame Island, an isolated island in the northern reaches of the Underworld, had a mysterious fissure at its center. The fissure stretched a hundred zhang long but was only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, ancient divine fire erupted from it into the sky.
Legend said that the primordial ancestor of all demons, Yuanshi Tianyao, slept within this fissure. The eruption of true fire every century was merely a single breath of this ancient demon.
“Wow, it only takes a breath every hundred years. Is it really that incredible?” Qiao San couldn’t help but mutter when he saw the seemingly bottomless fissure. He had no particular reverence for this demon ancestor, or rather, he had never truly considered himself a demon.
“Giggle…giggle…” The Fox Queen, who had been explaining the legend, was already familiar with her master’s irreverence, yet still couldn’t help but laugh joyfully. “Master, I’ve lived nine thousand years and have never seen the Tianyao appear. Perhaps even at the end of my demon life, I will never know the truth.”
“Giggle…” Princess Jade Fan sent Qiao San off with a laugh, then beckoned her trusted maid who had been on guard outside last night. She asked calmly, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… I know nothing! Your Highness, rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the Demon King!” the maid hastily pledged her loyalty.
“Good, that’s good!” Jade Fan nodded with a smile, then suddenly struck the maid’s head with her palm. A dark flame enveloped the maid, instantly incinerating her spirit and soul into ashes.
She—still remained the ruthless and cunning Princess Jade Fan!
Upon returning to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was off with Qiao San.
“Husband, what’s wrong? You look so pale!” Ghost Lady worriedly grasped Qiao San’s cold hands.
“Saint Lord, you haven’t overindulged, have you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox women merged into the Heavenly Fox, their laughter tinged with genuine curiosity. How could someone with the Ten Suns physique feel exhausted?!
The Fox Queen glared at the Heavenly Fox, then asked with concern, “Master, did Jade Fan do something to you?”
Qiao San weakly collapsed into the armchair, recounting the night’s madness with great frustration.
“Ah!” The women’s exclamations filled the ornately decorated room, their sighs laced with hostility towards Jade Fan and a hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the master’s holy seed, and now an outsider had beaten them to it. How could they not be displeased?!
“Saint Lord, I want it too…”
The Heavenly Fox opened her mouth, and eighteen coquettish complaints echoed one after another. With a leap, the fox woman was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t mess around!” The Fox Queen scolded the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with the same helpless tone, “The stronger the Saint Lord’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because the master’s powers were weak then, and Jade Fan used unorthodox methods that drained the master’s vitality. Do you all want to harm the master too?”
The eighteen fox women fell silent, but Qiao San asked with curious mischief, “My dear, what if I want to see you and your daughter both with big bellies in the future? Hehe…”
Even the Fox Queen blushed with shyness. The loyal slave, with eyes like silk, said, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. When you cultivate to the Great Luo Demon Saint level, you will naturally be able to control it, allowing my daughter and me to carry your holy seed, hehe…”
After that splendid night, the Nine Nether City suddenly returned to peace.
Day by day, the pressure in everyone’s hearts grew. Everyone knew that the day of the Earth Fire Sacrifice would be the day the storm would rage.
The Earth Fire Island, located in the northern part of the underworld, is a solitary island with a mysterious fissure in its center. The fissure is a hundred zhang long and only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, on the day of the century’s turn, ancient divine fire would erupt from it.
Legend has it that the Primordial Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of all demons, sleeps within this fissure, and the eruption of true fire every hundred years is merely the demon’s breath.
“Wow, taking a breath once every hundred years? Is it really that mysterious?” When Qiao San saw the bottomless fissure, he couldn’t help but blurt out. He had no feelings towards the demon ancestor, or rather, the rogue never considered himself a demon.
“Hehe…” The Fox Queen, who was explaining the legend, was already familiar with the master’s irreverence but couldn’t help laughing heartily, “Master, I’ve lived for nine thousand years and have never seen the Heavenly Demon appear. Perhaps even at the end of my demon life, I won’t know the truth.”
“My dear, don’t worry, I will definitely make you all immortal, hehe… Don’t forget, I ‘help’ you every day!”
The women naturally understood what “help” meant. Ghost Lady’s plump, jade-like face flushed with peach blossoms, and her watery eyes unconsciously glanced at the man’s ever-restless spot.
“Saint Lord, the sacrifice is starting, let’s go over.” The Heavenly Fox, with her youthful heart, was the first to fly towards the demon-filled sacrificial altar.
“Eh, didn’t they say only those with status and position could attend the sacrificial ceremony? So many big shots in the demon world!”
The female demon, holding the Night Girl, walked behind the rogue, her voice tinged with affection, “Fool, there are thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two mountain kings in the underworld, and they’re not all here yet!”
A high platform pierced the clouds, surrounded by demon generals, but no one dared to ascend the steps. Even Jade Fan and Peng Mo obediently waited for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a cloud of mist with seven colors arrived, and the myriad sounds instantly disappeared. The majestic horns echoed long, and colorful flowers filled the sky. The ever-changing Gou Yuan gently landed on the high platform.
“The sacrifice—begins—” The prolonged demonic voice echoed across the island, and the demons’ bodies bowed once more in a gesture of welcome.
Qiao San naturally didn’t bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the surroundings, taking in the expressions of the various demons.
Jade Fan’s calm face showed no trace of murderous intent, but the Peng Demon King beside her was exhaling unfriendly heat from his bird-like nose. The Turtle King and the Ghost King stood side by side below the Peng Demon King, seemingly following his lead. Behind the four demons were dozens of lesser demons, a gathering of strange shapes and forms. On the other side were the guards of the State Preceptor’s residence and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, the rogue couldn’t help but ponder: It seems Jade Fan’s strength is greater, after all, she is the daughter of the Demon King.
Qiao San’s sly gaze involuntarily turned to Jade Fan’s belly, only to be caught by her. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly bulging belly, making Qiao San’s heart skip a beat.
On the high platform, Gou Yuan began to chant an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Heavenly Demon.
The moment the incantation sounded, the fissure by the high platform trembled as if alive, greatly piquing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, he even forgot about the impending battle.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea passed, and the fissure was still trembling, but the green smoke that the demons remembered did not rise. Gou Yuan’s face slightly changed.
The time it took to burn an incense stick passed, and the fissure gradually became lifeless. The demons’ hearts were filled with doubt, and whispers rose and fell.
“This is unprecedented in the underworld!” The demons’ tension was palpable. Demons also need the support of faith, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon is the totem of the underworld. No one could bear the consequences of a failed sacrifice, not even Gou Yuan.
“Giggle…” Princess Jade Fan laughed as she bid farewell to Qiao San, then beckoned her trusted maid who had been on guard outside last night. With a calm and unruffled demeanor, she asked, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… I know nothing! Your Highness, rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the Demon King!” the maid hastily pledged her loyalty.
“Good, that’s good!” Jade Fan nodded with a smile, then suddenly struck the maid’s head with her palm. A dark flame enveloped the maid, instantly reducing her spirit and soul to ashes.
She—still the ruthless and cunning Princess Jade Fan!
Upon returning to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was off with Qiao San.
“Husband, what’s wrong? You look so pale!” Ghost Lady worriedly grasped Qiao San’s cold hands.
“Saint Lord, you didn’t overindulge, did you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox women merged into the Heavenly Fox, their laughter tinged with genuine curiosity. How could someone with the Ten Suns physique ever feel exhausted?!
The Fox Queen glared at the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with concern, “Master, did Jade Fan do something to you?”
Qiao San weakly slumped into the armchair, recounting the madness of the previous night with great frustration.
“Ah!” The women’s exclamations filled the ornately decorated room. Their sighs carried both hostility towards Jade Fan and a hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the Saint Lord’s seed, and now an outsider had beaten them to it. How could they not be displeased?!
“Saint Lord, I want it too…”
The Heavenly Fox opened her mouth, and eighteen continuous coquettish complaints echoed one after another. With a leap, the fox woman was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t mess around!” The Fox Queen scolded the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with the same helpless tone, “The stronger the Saint Lord’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because the master’s powers were weak at that time, and Jade Fan used unorthodox methods that drained the master’s vitality. Do you all want to harm the master?”
The eighteen fox women fell silent, but Qiao San asked with curious mischief, “My dear, what if I want to see both you and your daughter pregnant at the same time in the future? Hehe…”
Even the Fox Queen blushed at this. The loyal female slave, with eyes like silk, said, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. When you cultivate to the Great Luo Demon Saint level, you will naturally be able to control it and let us mother and daughter conceive your Saint seed, hehe…”
After that brilliant night, the Nine Nether City suddenly returned to calm.
Day by day, the pressure in everyone’s hearts grew. They all knew that when the Earth Fire Sacrifice arrived, the storm would rage.
The Earth Fire Island, located in the northern part of the underworld, was an isolated island with a mysterious fissure in its center. The fissure was a hundred zhang long and only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, on the day of the century’s transition, ancient divine flames would erupt from it.
Legend had it that the Primordial Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of all demons, slept within this fissure, and the eruption of true fire every hundred years was merely the demon’s breath.
“Wow, taking a breath once every hundred years, is it really that mysterious?” Qiao San couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw the bottomless fissure. He had no feelings for any demon ancestor, or rather, the rogue never considered himself a demon.
“Hehe…” The Fox Queen, who had been explaining the legend, was already familiar with the master’s irreverence but couldn’t help laughing heartily. “Master, I’ve lived for nine thousand years and have never seen the Heavenly Demon appear. Perhaps even when my demon life ends, I won’t know the truth.”
“My dear, don’t worry, I will definitely make you all immortal, hehe… Don’t forget, I ‘help’ you every day!”
The women naturally understood what “help” meant. Ghost Lady’s plump jade face flushed with peach blossom hues, and her watery eyes unconsciously glanced at the man’s ever-restless area.
“Saint Lord, the sacrifice has begun, let’s stand over there.” The Heavenly Fox, with her youthful heart, was the first to fly towards the shadowy sacrificial altar.
“Eh, I thought only those with status and position could attend the sacrificial ceremony. Turns out there are so many big shots in the demon world!”
The female demon, holding the Night Girl, walked behind the rogue, her voice tinged with affection, “Fool, there are thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two mountain kings in the underworld, and they’re not all here yet!”
A high platform stood piercing the clouds, surrounded by demon generals on all sides, but no one dared to ascend the steps. Even Jade Fan and the Roc Demon King waited obediently for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a cloud of mist, shimmering with seven colors, arrived. The myriad sounds instantly vanished, replaced by the majestic and prolonged sound of horns. Colorful flowers filled the sky, and the ever-changing Gou Yuan gently landed on the high platform.
“The sacrifice—begins—” The prolonged demonic voice echoed across the island, and the demons bowed once more, now in a posture of respectful welcome.
Qiao San naturally didn’t bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the surroundings, taking in the expressions of the various demons.
Jade Fan’s calm face showed no trace of murderous intent, but the Roc Demon King beside her was exhaling unfriendly heat from his bird-like nose. The Turtle King and the Ghost King stood side by side below the Roc Demon King, seemingly following his lead. Behind the four demons were dozens of other demons, a gathering of strange and bizarre forms. On the other side were the guards of the State Preceptor’s residence and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, the rogue couldn’t help but ponder: It seems Jade Fan’s strength is greater, after all, she is the daughter of the Demon King.
Qiao San’s furtive gaze involuntarily wandered to Jade Fan’s belly, just as Jade Fan caught him in the act. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly bulging belly, making Qiao San’s heart race.
On the high platform, Gou Yuan began to chant an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Heavenly Demon.
As the incantation sounded, the fissure beside the high platform trembled as if alive, greatly piquing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, he even forgot about the impending battle.
A cup of tea’s time passed, and the fissure continued to tremble, but the green smoke that the demons remembered did not rise. Gou Yuan’s expression subtly changed.
An incense stick’s time passed, and the fissure gradually became lifeless. The demons’ hearts were filled with doubt, and whispers rose and fell.
“This is unprecedented in the underworld!” The demons’ tension was palpable. Demons also needed the support of faith, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon was the underworld’s totem. No one could bear the consequences of a failed sacrifice, not even Gou Yuan.
“Holy Lord, the ceremony has begun. We should move closer,” said Tianhu, her youthful nature getting the better of her as she was the first to fly toward the altar shrouded in demonic shadows.
“Hmm, I thought only those of high status could attend the ceremony. There are so many important demons here!”
“Giggle…” Princess Yushan laughed as she bid farewell to Qiao San, then beckoned her trusted maid who had been on guard outside last night. She asked calmly, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… I know nothing! Your Highness, rest assured, I won’t utter a word to the Demon King!” the maid hastily pledged her loyalty.
“Good, that’s reassuring!” Yushan nodded with a smile, then suddenly struck the maid’s head with her palm. A dark flame engulfed the maid, instantly reducing her spirit and soul to ashes.
She—still remained the ruthless and cunning Princess Yushan!
Upon returning to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was off with Qiao San.
“Husband, what’s wrong? You look so pale!” Gui Ji worriedly grasped Qiao San’s cold hands.
“Saint Lord, you didn’t overindulge, did you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox women merged into the Heavenly Fox, their laughter tinged with genuine curiosity. How could someone with the Ten Suns physique be so exhausted?!
The Fox Queen glared at the Heavenly Fox before speaking with concern, “Master, did Yushan do something to you?”
Qiao San weakly slumped into the armchair, recounting the previous night’s madness with great frustration.
“Ah!” The women’s exclamations filled the ornate room, their sighs laced with hostility towards Yushan and a hint of jealousy. None of them had yet conceived the Saint Lord’s seed, and now an outsider had beaten them to it. How could they not be displeased?!
“Saint Lord, I want it too…”
The Heavenly Fox opened her mouth, and eighteen continuous coquettish complaints echoed one after another. With a leap, the fox woman was about to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t be foolish!” The Fox Queen scolded the Heavenly Fox, then spoke with the same helpless tone, “The stronger the Saint Lord’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because the master’s powers were weak at that time, and Yushan used unorthodox methods that severely drained the master’s vitality. Do you all want to harm the master too?”
The eighteen fox women fell silent, but Qiao San asked with curious mischief, “My dear, what if I want to see both you and your daughter pregnant at the same time in the future? Hehe…”
Even the Fox Queen blushed at this, her loyal servant’s eyes turning seductive as she said, “Master, you are now a Great Luo Golden Demon. When you reach the Great Luo Demon Saint level, you’ll naturally be able to control it and let us mother and daughter conceive your holy seed, hehe…”
After that splendid night, the Nine Nether City suddenly returned to peace.
Days passed, and the pressure in everyone’s hearts gradually increased. Everyone knew that when the Earth Fire Sacrifice arrived, a storm would rage.
The Earth Fire Island, located in the northern part of the underworld, was an isolated island with a mysterious fissure at its center. The fissure was a hundred zhang long and only one zhang wide. Every hundred years, on the day of the century’s transition, ancient divine flames would erupt from it.
Legend had it that the Primordial Heavenly Demon, the ancestor of all demons, slumbered within this fissure, and the eruption of true fire every hundred years was merely the demon’s breath.
“Wow, taking a breath once every hundred years? Is it really that mystical?” Qiao San couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw the bottomless fissure. He had no feelings towards the demon ancestor, or rather, the rogue had never considered himself a demon.
“Hehe…” The Fox Queen, who had been explaining the legend, was already familiar with the master’s irreverence but couldn’t help laughing heartily, “Master, I’ve lived for nine thousand years and have never seen the Heavenly Demon appear. Perhaps even when my demon life ends, I won’t know the truth.”
“My dear, don’t worry, I will make sure you all live forever, hehe… Don’t forget, I ‘help’ you every day!”
The women naturally understood what “help” meant. Gui Ji’s plump jade-like face flushed with a peach-like hue, and her watery eyes inadvertently glanced at the man’s ever-restless area.
“Saint Lord, the sacrifice is starting, let’s go over.” The Heavenly Fox, with her youthful heart, was the first to fly towards the shadowy sacrificial altar.
“Huh? I thought only those with status and position could attend the sacrificial ceremony. So there are so many important figures in the demon world!”
The female demon, holding the Night Girl, walked behind the rogue, her voice tinged with affection, “Fool, there are thirty-six demon generals and seventy-two mountain kings in the underworld, and not all of them are here yet!”
A high platform pierced the clouds, surrounded by demon generals, but no one dared to ascend the steps. Even Yushan and Peng Mo obediently waited for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a cloud of mist arrived with a spectrum of colors, and the myriad of noises instantly ceased. The majestic horns echoed long and deep, and a myriad of flowers filled the sky. The ever-changing Gou Yuan gently landed on the high platform.
“The sacrifice—begins—” The prolonged demonic voice echoed across the island, and the demons bowed once again in a gesture of welcome.
Qiao San naturally didn’t bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the surroundings, taking in the expressions of the various demons.
Yushan’s calm face showed no trace of killing intent, but the Peng Demon King beside her was exhaling unfriendly heat from his bird-like nose. The Turtle King and the Ghost King stood side by side below the Peng Demon King, seemingly following his lead. Behind the four demons were dozens of smaller demons, a gathering of strange shapes and forms. On the other side were the guards of the State Preceptor’s mansion and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, the rogue couldn’t help but ponder: It seems Yushan’s strength is greater, after all, she is the daughter of the Demon King.
Qiao San’s sly gaze involuntarily wandered to Yushan’s belly, and just as he was caught by Yushan, the cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly bulging stomach, making Qiao San’s heart race.
On the high platform, Gou Yuan began to chant an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Heavenly Demon.
As the incantation sounded, the fissure beside the high platform trembled as if alive, greatly piquing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, he even forgot about the impending battle.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea passed, and the fissure was still trembling, but the green smoke that the demons remembered did not rise. Gou Yuan’s expression slightly changed.
The time it took to burn an incense stick passed, and the fissure gradually became lifeless. The demons’ hearts were filled with doubt, and whispers rose and fell.
“This is unprecedented in the underworld!” The demons’ tension was palpable. Demons also needed the support of faith, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon was the totem of the underworld. No one could bear the consequences of a failed sacrifice, not even Gou Yuan.
A towering platform pierced the clouds, surrounded by demon generals on all four sides. Yet none dared to step onto the staircase—not even Yushan and Pengmo, who obediently waited for Gouyuan’s arrival.
Finally, a swirling mist of seven colors approached, and the cacophony of voices instantly vanished. Solemn horns sounded across the distance, and a cascade of colorful flowers rained from the sky as the ever-changing Gouyuan gently descended onto the platform.
“The ceremony—shall now—begin!” A long, echoing demonic voice reverberated across the island. The assembled demons bowed deeply, their bodies bending in reverence.
Naturally, Qiao San did not bow. Bored, he secretly scanned the crowd, taking note of the expressions of the various demonic beings.
Yushan’s serene expression betrayed no hint of murderous intent. Instead, it was Pengmo beside her who snorted angrily through his bird-like nose. Turtle King and Ghost King stood shoulder to shoulder beneath Pengmo, seemingly loyal followers. Behind the four great demons stood dozens of lesser demons, a bizarre gathering of grotesque forms. On the opposite side stood the guards of the National Sage’s mansion and a smaller group of demon generals.
Seeing this, Qiao San couldn’t help but think to himself: It seems Yushan’s power is indeed stronger, after all, she is the daughter of the Ten Thousand Demon King.
Qiao San’s sly gaze involuntarily shifted toward Yushan’s abdomen, but he was caught red-handed by Yushan herself. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly rounded belly, causing Qiao San’s heart to race with anxiety.
On the high platform, Gouyuan began chanting an eerie incantation, summoning the legendary Primordial Demon Ancestor.
The moment the incantation sounded, the fissure beside the platform seemed to tremble with life, instantly capturing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, even the impending battle was forgotten.
A cup of tea’s time passed, the fissure continued to tremble, but no smoke rose as the demons remembered. Gouyuan’s expression subtly changed.
A stick of incense burned away, and the fissure gradually grew still and lifeless. The gathered demons grew restless, whispers spreading like wildfire.
“Hua…” This was an unprecedented occurrence in the Underworld. The demons’ hearts were filled with tension. Even demons needed faith to sustain them—the Primordial Demon Ancestor was their totem. No one could bear the consequences of a failed ceremony, not even Gouyuan himself.
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