“Giggle…giggle…” Yushan waved Qiao San off with laughter, then motioned with her hand, summoning her trusted maid who had stood guard outside the previous night. Calmly and expressionlessly, she asked, “Did you see anything last night?”
“N-no… Your servant knows nothing! Princess, please rest assured, I would never utter a single word to the Demon King!” The maid hurriedly pledged her loyalty.
“Hmm, that’s good then.” Yushan gave a slight nod, then suddenly slammed her palm onto the maid’s head. Dark flames surged, instantly reducing the maid’s soul and spirit to ashes.
She—remained as ruthless, cunning, and calculating as ever: the Jade Fan Princess!
When Qiao San returned to the inn, the women immediately noticed something was off.
“Husband, what’s wrong? You look so pale!” Ghost姬 gripped Qiao San’s icy hands with concern.
“Holy King, surely you haven’t overexerted yourself with pleasures, have you? Hehe…” The eighteen fox spirits merged into Tianhu again, her teasing tone masking genuine confusion. With the power of the Ten Yang Body, how could he possibly feel drained?
The Fox Queen shot Tianhu a sharp glare before turning back with a worried frown, “Master, did Yushan do something to you?”
Qiao San weakly slumped into the armchair, clearly dispirited, and recounted the wild events of the previous night.
“Ahh!” A chorus of gasps filled the ornate hall. The women’s sighs carried both hostility toward Yushan and a hint of jealousy—they hadn’t yet conceived the Master’s divine offspring, yet an outsider had beaten them to it. Naturally, they felt quite resentful.
“Holy King, I want to too…”
Tianhu pouted, her eighteen merged forms producing a chorus of coquettish murmurs. With a sudden leap, the fox spirit tried to throw herself into the man’s arms.
“Daughter, don’t be foolish!” The Fox Queen sharply reprimanded her, then softened her tone with equal concern, “The stronger the Holy King’s powers, the harder it is for a woman to conceive. Beigong Zhen became pregnant because back then your Master’s powers were weaker. Yushan used forbidden methods, which greatly drained your Master’s essence. Do you also wish to harm him?”
The eighteen fox spirits had no reply. Qiao San, however, curiously and mischievously asked, “Sweetheart, what if I want to see both you and your daughter pregnant at the same time in the future? Hehe…”
Even the normally composed Fox Queen blushed slightly. The loyal female slave gazed at him with sultry eyes, “Master, now you are a Great Luo Demon Immortal. Once you reach the realm of Great Luo Demon Sage, you’ll naturally gain full control and be able to bless my daughter and I with your divine seed, hehe…”
After that night of brilliance, Jiuyou City suddenly fell into an eerie calm.
Day by day passed, and the pressure in everyone’s hearts steadily grew. All knew that when the Day of the Infernal Flame Ceremony arrived, a storm would follow.
The Infernal Flame Island was a solitary isle located in the northern reaches of the Underworld. At its center lay a mysterious fissure—hundreds of feet long, yet only about ten feet wide. Every hundred years, ancient divine fire would erupt from this chasm into the sky.
Legend told that Yuan Shi Tian Yao, the Primordial Demon Ancestor, slumbered within this crack. The eruption of sacred fire every century was merely the Ancestor’s breath shifting between inhale and exhale.
“Wow, it only breathes once every hundred years? Is it really that incredible?” When Qiao San saw the seemingly bottomless fissure, he couldn’t help but mutter this. He had no particular feelings toward the so-called Demon Ancestor—in fact, the rogue had never truly considered himself a demon.
“Giggle…giggle…” The Fox Queen, who had been explaining the legend, was already accustomed to her Master’s irreverence, yet still couldn’t help but laugh, “Master, I’ve lived nine thousand years and never seen the Tian Yao appear. Perhaps even when my demon life ends, I still won’t know the truth.”
“Sweetheart, don’t worry. I’ll definitely grant you all immortality, hehe… Don’t forget, Master helps you every single day!”
The women naturally understood what he meant. Ghost Ji’s full, delicate face flushed pink, and her beautiful eyes instinctively glanced at the ever-stirring part of the man’s body.
“Holy King, the ceremony has begun. We should move closer.” The ever-youthful Tianhu was the first to fly toward the altar filled with demon shadows.
“Huh? I thought only those of high status could attend the ceremony? There are so many important figures here in the Demon Realm!”
The魅 girl carried Ye Nu as she walked behind the rogue, whispering affectionately, “Silly, this isn’t even all the big names yet—there are the 36 Demon Generals and 72 Mountain Kings still to come!”
A towering platform pierced the clouds, surrounded by demon generals on all sides. Yet no one dared step onto the staircase—not even Yushan and Peng Mo, who obediently waited for Gou Yuan’s arrival.
Finally, a swirl of seven-colored mist arrived, silencing the crowd instantly. Solemn horns sounded across the sky, colorful petals rained down from above, and Gou Yuan gracefully descended onto the altar.
“The ceremony—begins—” A long, echoing demonic chant reverberated across the island. The assembled demons bowed deeply, their bodies bent in reverence.
Of course, Qiao San didn’t bow. Bored, he quietly scanned the crowd, taking note of every demon’s expression.
Yushan’s face remained calm, showing no hint of malice. However, Peng Mo beside her snorted angrily through his bird-like nose. Turtle King and Ghost King stood shoulder to shoulder beneath Peng Mo, seemingly loyal followers. Behind the four great demons stood dozens of lesser demons, a bizarre collection of shapes and sizes. On the opposite side stood the guards of the National Sage’s Mansion and a smaller group of demon generals.
Observing this, the rogue mused inwardly: It seems Yushan holds more power after all—being the daughter of the Ten Thousand Demon King certainly helps.
Qiao San’s sly gaze involuntarily drifted toward Yushan’s belly, only to be caught red-handed by her. The cunning demoness deliberately patted her slightly swollen abdomen, making Qiao San’s heart skip a beat.
On the high altar, Gou Yuan began chanting strange incantations, summoning the legendary Primordial Demon Ancestor.
As the chant began, the fissure beside the altar seemed to tremble with life, instantly capturing Qiao San’s interest. For a moment, even the impending battle slipped his mind.
A cup of tea’s time passed—the fissure continued to tremble, but no smoke rose as the demons remembered. Gou Yuan’s expression subtly changed.
A stick of incense later, the fissure grew eerily still. The assembled demons grew restless, whispers spreading like wildfire.
“Whoosh…” This was an unprecedented occurrence in the Underworld. The demons’ hearts tightened with anxiety. Even demons needed faith—the Primordial Demon Ancestor was their sacred totem. No one could bear the consequences of a failed ceremony, not even Gou Yuan himself.
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