Brilliant light pierced the pitch-black night sky, and one after another fireworks flew high into the sky and bloomed into beautiful fireworks. However, none of the demon cultivators below looked up to appreciate the romantic fireworks. They all hurriedly took their seats, staring down at the tempting wine on the table and laughing.
Those sitting outside the hall were all from small tribes. Although they could occasionally have a glass of wine, or go to a good restaurant to order a can of good wine if they had snatched a magic crystal in a fight, compared to the fine wines in the City Lord's Mansion, those things were simply as bland as water!
The demon clan is extremely polarized. The big tribes indulge in luxury, adorning their tall buildings with the most gorgeous gems, while those with awakened talents use the best resources to improve their strength.
The situation of the small tribe is not much different from that of thousands of years ago. They live in mud-walled wooden houses, and their so-called life is nothing more than being able to shelter from the wind and rain and fill their stomachs.
Many children with awakened talents can only hunt and plunder like their elders. At a very young age, they compete with adults with other tribes in exchange for a bite of food for the winter or a small pot of wine.
The weather in the demon world is cold, and a sip of wine may save a life. This seemingly insignificant liquid is the most precious thing to them.
Now that the air is getting colder, even though they have all awakened their talents and are strong, they still want to have a glass of hot wine to warm themselves up, let alone such good wine.
Someone had already reached out to the wine glass on the table, licked his tongue and murmured, "This wine is much more fragrant than the muddy wine we usually drink..."
“Bang!”
The guard of the City Lord's Mansion holding the gun next to him unceremoniously opened the man's hand and scolded him, "Behave yourself! The masters haven't arrived yet, and you dare to move first?"
The demon world has a strict hierarchy. People from these small tribes may dare to compete with ordinary people from large tribes, but they would never dare to offend people of such status as the Lord of Hanyuan City and the Young Master of the Black Snake Tribe.
No matter how hot-tempered the demon cultivators were, they would all sit obediently in their seats, eagerly looking towards the main hall, waiting for the news that the meal was about to begin.
Sitting in the hall were all distinguished guests from several large tribes. They were not as vulgar as the demon cultivators outside. They all sat upright at the table, some wearing gorgeous animal skins, or wearing jewel chains as big as pigeon eggs around their waists.
There were also several young and tender-looking demon cultivators wearing sword cultivators' clothes. As their body shapes did not match the clothes, the originally flowing clothes were stretched so tight that they seemed about to burst at any time.
There were also people who held a crudely carved wooden sword in their hands, and from time to time they would make a sword flower to show to their tablemates, which was really cool.
If someone asked them what they were doing, they would raise their chins and proudly not explain, only saying that truly strong people dressed like this.
He also did not forget to show off the gifts he had prepared, and told the people around him that these were the sword-cultivating equipment he had purchased at a high price, and they were original and authentic. He guaranteed that Young Master Mo You would like them!
This kind of relaxation continued until the Lord of Hanyuan City arrived at the hall.
A gale so strong that it almost became tangible was swirling above everyone's heads. The cold air rose layer by layer, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in a black mist.
Finally, the mist shrouded the innermost bead curtain of the hall.
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
This fog is exactly the same as the one in the Xuantian Secret Realm, and even the cold atmosphere seems extremely familiar.
Obviously, Mo You is hiding in this fog!
The demon cultivators in front began to tremble all over after the fog appeared, with awe and fear on their faces, and they all knelt down on the ground.
The totems they tattooed on the back of their necks became more and more obvious.
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai sat in the very corner. Thanks to the low status of the Tianlang tribe in the demon world, their place was so remote that no one was willing to sit at the same table with them. Not only were they blocked by two walls, but there was also a huge tree in front of them, so of course they didn't have to kneel.
However, in order not to be discovered, she pulled Ye Shubai and squatted in the corner, carefully staring at the group of demon cultivators in front of them who were densely packed with totems.
The two men quietly pressed down the large animal skin hats on their heads to cover their entire faces.
"Why are they suddenly showing off their totems? We must not get discovered!"
They dare not show the totem on the back of their necks, otherwise, once this strange wolf totem appears, it will definitely be exposed.
Ye Shubai was tall and was squeezed into a corner by Wen Yun, unable to move. But at this moment, she tilted her head and stared at him curiously, so he had to try hard to straighten his body so as not to offend her.
"The demon cultivator kneeled down and revealed his totem, which was a sign of submission."
Ye Shubai explained softly: "The tribes that came today are mostly small tribes near Hanyuan City. They depend on the Black Snake Tribe for survival and are also subservient to them."
"Moreover, the degree to which the demon cultivators value the use of force far exceeds that of the righteous cultivators."
"I know this." Wen Yun pulled Ye Shubai's sleeve and said excitedly, "You are very famous in the demon world, and there are many imitators. This is all because of the worship of martial arts."
"... Ahem." Ye Shubai looked a little uncomfortable. He skipped the topic and continued, "The Lord of Hanyuan City is extremely powerful, so they were willing to kneel down."
Wen Yun didn't know much about the strength of the demon cultivators, so he asked curiously, "How strong is he?"
Ye Shubai replied calmly: "The Tribulation Realm."
As he uttered these three words, a tall man in armor stepped out of the hall. There was a hideous scar across his face and his eyes were as cold and sharp as the long sword in his hand.
Lord of Hanyuan City!
He stood in front of the black fog, looking down at everyone.
After the second-generation demons from the large tribes who were originally sitting upright in the hall were forced to lower their heads slightly due to the extremely strong deterrent force, he finally pulled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
"Today is the auspicious day for Young Master Mo You's 100th birthday. You are all young talents of my demon clan, and you must have heard of Young Master Mo You's reputation!"
"Young Master is the pride of the Black Snake tribe, the hope for the rejuvenation of the Demon Realm, and a genius that appears only once in a thousand years!"
No one dared to refute a word in front of the powerful person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Everyone knelt on the ground and dared not say a word.
Wen Yun grumbled quietly, "We should all cheer along with the boss at this time... The demon cultivators are so tactless."
Ye Shubai: …
Even more tactless was the distinguished guest sitting in the hall.
They are not like the demon cultivators from the small and medium-sized tribes outside. They do not need to rely on Hanyuan City and the Black Snake Tribe to survive. They are the real guests of this banquet.
The reason why he behaved respectfully was only because he respected the Lord of Hanyuan City, a powerful person in the Tribulation Realm. He did not have the slightest respect for Mo You.
One of the slanted-eyed young men in sword training uniform stood up, bowed hastily, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Lord City Lord, I have come all the way to Hanyuan City on behalf of the Fox Clan, but how come I haven't even seen Young Master Mo You yet?"
After saying this, he glanced vaguely at the black fog behind the hall and chuckled, "I heard that Young Master Mo You had been lurking in the four continents for more than ten years. Now he suddenly came back without showing up. Could it be that he was crippled by a righteous swordsman..."
Before he could finish his words, an extremely hoarse voice came from the black fog.
Just one word -
"kill."
The Lord of Hanyuan City grabbed the Fox Tribe man, looked at him expressionlessly, and then twisted his neck with his backhand...
The bright red blood flowed down and gathered into a large pool. Even the cruel demon cultivator was shocked by the scene.
Everyone else sitting in the hall felt a slight chill on their backs.
The Fox Tribe is considered a big tribe in the Demon Realm, but the Black Snake Tribe actually doesn't give them face!
The Lord of Hanyuan City kicked the young man's head off the steps casually and sneered: "This is the fate of those who dare to question Young Master Moyou! You all know that the young master went to the four continents, but do you know who he brought back this time!"
Wen Yun became more alert and muttered to himself, "I know, he has captured my Senior Brother Shen."
Lord of Hanyuan City: "The three major clans and the four major families are the supreme existences in the four continents, and the righteous thief caught this time is one of the four major families!"
Wen Yun's face, which was tense due to nervousness, relaxed slightly. She frowned and looked at the city lord, trying hard to correct his mistake in her mind: "No... Senior Brother Shen is from the First Sect, not from the Four Major Families!"
"This dog is the head of the Xie family, one of the four great righteous families!"
As the Lord of Hanyuan City finished speaking, he swung out an iron chain as thick as an arm, and tied behind him was a man who looked like a dead dog. His clothes had long been so dirty that the color could not be seen, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. He could not even stand up and lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
That's not Shen Xinghai, that's... Xie Xun!
After being briefly shocked by the news, the demon cultivators below suddenly roared in unison—
"Kill him!"
"Kill all the righteous dogs!"
The blood feud between the righteous and the evil is irreconcilable, and there was even a bold demon cultivator who picked up a roasted pig and threw it at the person cowering on the ground.
The funny thing is, after the heavy roasted pig fell down, the man on the ground not only did not feel more pain, but suddenly woke up, crawled over like a worm and started to chew it frantically. His entire face was stretched so wide that his facial features could not be seen, and only his cheeks were seen chewing frantically.
There is no spiritual energy to absorb in the demon world, and no fasting pills to eat. Even though Xie Xun is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, he can hardly hold on.
The once high and mighty head of the Xie family was now snatching food from the ground without any dignity, and was even worse than a wild dog.
Mo You in the black fog said in a low voice: "This is the righteous swordsman you fear. Look at the appearance of this dog. Are you still afraid now?"
The demonic cultivators below burst into wanton laughter, looking at the righteous cultivator who had defeated them in the past, now lying on the ground begging for food in a miserable state.
"Isn't it said that righteous monks value integrity the most? This man is worse than a dog!"
"A righteous cultivator is no more than this! It turns out that what the ancestor said about the sword cultivator's arrogance of dying rather than surrendering was all false!"
"My demon world can't produce such a shameful thing!"
Mo You sneered and said, "As long as you are loyal to my Black Snake Tribe, one day, I can make all the righteous dogs like the head of the Xie family, and make them all beg for food at our feet."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone below excitedly shouted Mo You's name, almost worshipping him as a god.
Even the distinguished guests from several other major tribes looked at the black fog with complicated expressions, secretly pondering the current strength of the Black Snake Tribe.
Everyone knows that the demon cultivators were once severely defeated by the righteous path. Hundreds of years have passed since then, and they have long since recovered their strength. However, they are still hiding in a corner of the demon world, fighting each other, and dare not cross the open sea to invade the four continents again.
Because they were once frightened by a sword cultivator.
But their ambitions have never disappeared. Mo You's words have magnified their ambitions infinitely, and they are spreading like a raging fire!
The young man from the Lion Tribe who was sitting in the front stood up and clasped his fists towards the black mist: "Young Master Mo You, on behalf of the Flame Lion Tribe, I present a gift to you!"
There are five major tribes in the demon world, and this is one of the major tribes of the Flame Lion tribe! They are ranked fifth on the kill list and are a well-known existence today.
He opened his hand, and what appeared was a delicate wooden boat the size of a palm.
When this thing appeared, the eyes of the Lord of Hanyuan City narrowed: "Is this a magic boat?!"
Legend has it that this magic boat grows larger when in contact with water and shrinks when out of water! The method of making it has long been lost, and it is said that only a few of them remain in the war between good and evil!
The man from the Flame Lion tribe smiled proudly: "Back then, my demon world relied on this treasure to send a large army to the four continents. Fortunately, most of my Flame Lion tribe still has one ship left. Since Young Master Mo You has great ambitions, this treasure will be given to you!"
With this thing, even weaker demon cultivators can safely reach the Four Continents without risking their lives to cross the open sea.
Mo You in the black fog also smiled solemnly. The Flame Lion Tribe had long intended to show goodwill to the Black Snake Tribe. With this move now, it seemed that they had given up the fight for the kill list and were ready to become a vassal of the Black Snake Tribe.
Yes, the Black Snake Tribe already topped the kill list, and now that Mo You has enslaved the head of the Xie family, I believe
It won't be long before the Black Snake Tribe's reputation reaches its peak.
Several other medium-sized tribes also made the same gesture of goodwill as the Flame Lion Tribe.
Everyone presented gifts, and Mo You accepted them with a smile, accepting their surrender.
Only two people presented Mo You with the Qingliu Sword Sect's sword cultivation suit. When the familiar clothes appeared in front of him, his breath became disordered.
He gritted his teeth and said those four words: "Qingliu Sword Sect?"
The two silly demon cultivators below nodded quickly, smiling flatteringly: "Yes, it is the same model as the sword cultivator Ye Shubai's sect! We spent a lot of effort to get the original and authentic version, I hope Young Master Mo You..."
"kill."
Mo You gave the order without mercy.
The Lord of Hanyuan City, who was standing nearby, twisted the necks of the two men again with an expressionless face, and threw the two heads to Xie Xun at his feet.
Xie Xun on the ground turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him and just kept eating.
No one noticed that tears had already overflowed from his eyes, leaving two marks on his filthy face. He didn't know if it was because he bit his teeth too hard and too fast, but there was a bloody taste in his mouth. He didn't bother to check it, and could only swallow it all mixed with the tears.
…
Wen Yun stared at the man blankly, his throat tightened, and he was so shocked and confused that he couldn't speak for a long time.
She was dumbfounded at this moment, and her emotions were extremely tangled.
After chasing for so long and with so much hardship, the person who was caught was not Shen Xinghai, but Xie Xun
So where did Senior Brother Shen go
So should she be sad or happy now
Ye Shubai sighed: "It is indeed Xie Xun."
He looked at Xie Xun, who was lying on the ground and bringing disgrace to all righteous monks, with complicated eyes. There was neither pity nor disgust in his eyes, as if he was just looking at a piece of rotten meat.
Wen Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Since the person who was arrested is this bastard, we will just ignore him."
According to the normal plot, they should now watch these people giving gifts, then find an opportunity to rescue Xie Xun and conquer him with their personality charm in the future and make him their younger brother, and also assassinate Mo You under the watchful eyes of the public, and crush the demon world's plan to invade the four continents again...
This has the flavor of a Long Aotian script. The scene of taking the enemy general's head amidst thousands of troops must be very cool, stunning and handsome.
But Wen Yun is not Long Aotian!
Her surname is Wen and her given name is Yun, which is insidious!
"Let's find a corner. You cover me while I chant a large-scale high-level spell to flatten the entire place. After that, don't worry about their lives. We'll take advantage of the chaos to escape."
Wouldn't it be a shame to kill Xie Xun and the demon cultivator together? Even if they weren't all killed, it would be fine to just cripple them.
Anyway, there are so many people here, and there are countless people in Hanyuan City outside. Once chaos breaks out, it will not be easy to resolve immediately.
Even with the presence of Hanyuan City Lord, a powerful Tribulation Crossing Stage expert, he would not be able to pick them out from the vast crowd.
Ye Shubai was also surprised by her plan, but when he thought of the huge commotion she made in the Thousand Array Tower, he felt that this method might really work
The chanting time is just too long. I wonder if the gift presentation over there will last that long.
Finally, he nodded: "Don't worry about chanting, I will protect you."
Wen Yun nodded, shrank back, and finally cast a concealment magic on himself and Ye Shubai, then sneaked into the corner silently.
Her entire body was hidden under a large piece of animal hide. Ye Shubai held two magic stones for her, and her hands replaced the magic wand, making obscure and mysterious gestures while she muttered something.
It's too difficult.
It is really difficult to cast advanced magic without a wand.
Wen Yun's head was slightly covered with sweat. Although he knew that casting magic required concentration, he still couldn't help but miss his pile of magic wands.
Her firewood wife, her elderwood wife, or what was the other one
Ouch, there are so many wands that I can't even remember them all.
Just as Wen Yun began the long chant of high-level range magic, the Lord of Hanyuan City in the hall also respectfully faced the black fog and took out a box inlaid with luxurious gems.
"Speaking of which, the origin of this thing is also extraordinary. Five hundred years ago, when I was still a small soldier, I luckily escaped from the Four Continents and picked up a piece of strange bone."
"I thought the shape of the bone was strange at the time. It didn't look like human bone or animal bone, so I kept it as a souvenir of my participation in the war between good and evil."
"Later, as my strength grew, I discovered the mystery of this treasure... It seems that there is a terrifying soul in it! The reason why I presented this treasure to the young master is because I can't find a more suitable owner for it than you, the strongest person with soul talent!"
The moment the box was opened, a small, broken piece of gray bone appeared in front of everyone.
In the corner, Wen Yun, who was chanting magic, suddenly stopped and stared at the direction of the hall as if struck by lightning.
Mo You frowned, stared at the bone, and whispered: "It's really interesting..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bones in the box suddenly burst into a dazzling golden-red light, as if a blaze of flames was burning!
The face of the Lord of Hanyuan City changed drastically, and he said in surprise: "It has sensed it! As expected, there is a spirit inside, Master Moyou, it seems that this treasure wants to take the initiative to recognize you as its master!"
Wen Yun's hands were shaking, and his emotions seemed to be ignited by the flames.
It was calling her.
It sensed her presence!
Tears welled up in the corners of Wen Yun's eyes and her beautiful lips raised in a sour yet complacent smile.
"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. What spirit? That's the spirit of my staff!"