The Western Regions, Demon Court.
Rosy mist scattered its brilliance, and the sun and moon shimmered.
As far as the eye could see, there were exotic flowers and rare herbs, tall bamboo, and towering pines.
Golden studs adorned jade doors, and colorful Phoenixes danced on vermilion gates.
Covered pathways and winding corridors were exquisite and translucent everywhere; with three eaves and four clusters, Dragons and Phoenixes soared on every layer.
An extremely wretched figure stumbled and rolled into the hall.
His clothes were ragged, and he was covered in blood.
His originally majestic Dragon horns were now dim and lusterless, resembling two withered branches.
"Your Majesty..."
The Flood Dragon Demon lay prostrate on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Where was the slightest trace of the Mountain Gazing Great Demon's demeanor?
The Demon Emperor slightly raised an eyebrow and slowly straightened his posture.
He casually placed the cold jade udumbara he held onto a jade table nearby, feigning surprise: "What happened to you?"
"Didn't you go to the Region with the Little Saint King? Why are you in such a state?"
The Flood Dragon Demon raised his head, old tears streaming down his face.
"Your Majesty... it's over..."
"Everything is over..."
The Demon Emperor's eyelids twitched.
Yet, he already had a faint guess in his heart.
He was even struggling to suppress the smile curling on the corner of his mouth.
But his face darkened, and he shouted sternly, "What kind of conduct is this, weeping and wailing?!"
"Explain yourself clearly to me!"
"Where is the Little Saint King?"
The Flood Dragon Demon swallowed, trembling as he said, "He's... gone."
"Gone?"
The Demon Emperor asked knowingly, "What do you mean, gone?"
"The Little Saint King... disappeared. This old subject was entangled in battle with that Old Daoist Priest, but in the blink of an eye, the Little Saint King... vanished. We couldn't find a single trace of his aura..."
Hearing this, the Demon Emperor suddenly stood up.
"Are you saying..."
"That little beast... is dead?"
The Flood Dragon Demon trembled all over, lying prostrate on the ground, not daring to look up.
"This old subject... dares not speak rashly."
"But that Old Daoist Priest is Half-Step Ran Deng, possessing heaven-reaching methods. This old subject risked his old life just to barely escape."
"As for the Little Saint King..."
"In such a desperate situation, and being alone..."
"I fear the outcome is... more ill than good."
Silence.
Inside the vast Ten Thousand Demons Hall, only the breathing of the Flood Dragon Demon remained.
After a long while.
"Alas..."
A long sigh echoed faintly.
The Demon Emperor returned to his throne, his expression sorrowful.
"How foolish..."
"This Little Saint King, he truly was foolish!"
He shook his head, looking utterly grief-stricken.
"I said long ago that although the Great Tang is currently weakened, its Foundation still exists, and we must not underestimate them."
"But he refused to listen!"
"Relying on his own abilities, he thought he could conquer the world."
"Now look at him..."
The Demon Emperor spread his hands, an expression of helplessness on his face.
"He threw his own life away."
As he spoke.
He glanced at the Flood Dragon Demon lying on the ground.
"Flood Dragon Demon."
"This old subject is here..."
"You saw it yourself."
The Demon Emperor sighed, saying earnestly, "It's not that I don't want to support your White Flood Dragon Clan."
"It's just that..."
"I am powerless."
"Even a figure like the Little Saint King, carrying great treasures and possessing extreme speed, went to the Region and ended up with an unknown fate of life or death."
"My frail and sickly body..."
The Demon Emperor clutched his chest, coughing twice at the appropriate moment.
"Cough, cough... what can I possibly do?"
"If I rashly make a move, not only will I fail to avenge him, but I might also sacrifice the entire Foundation of the Demon Court."
"You... can understand my difficulty?"
The Flood Dragon Demon's body stiffened.
He wasn't stupid.
How could he not hear the implied meaning?
This meant... he was going to wash his hands of the matter?
"Your Majesty..."
The Flood Dragon Demon suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Now that the Little Saint King has perished there, if the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan learns of this..."
The Demon Emperor snorted coldly, interrupting him: "Then let them go!"
"Every wrong has its source, every debt its master."
"The person was killed by the people of the Great Tang, not by me."
"If they have the ability, they should settle the score with the Great Tang themselves!"
"What does it have to do with me?"
"What does it have to do with my Demon Court?"
Speaking of this.
The Demon Emperor seemed to feel this was inappropriate and added, "Of course."
"As the Lord of the Demon Court, I am naturally heartbroken."
"Although this Little Saint King was a bit arrogant, he was still a Prodigy of our Yao Race."
"To be lost like this..."
"It is regrettable, it is lamentable."
As he spoke, he picked up the cold jade udumbara again and lightly sniffed it at his nose.
"Flood Dragon Demon."
"You must be tired."
"Go back and rest for now."
"As for the matter of revenge..."
The Demon Emperor waved his hand, his expression indifferent.
"We'll discuss it later."
The Flood Dragon Demon stared blankly at the figure above.
This was their current Your Majesty.
What kinship, what honor or disgrace of the Yao Race.
In his eyes.
They were nothing more than pawns that could be sacrificed at will.
"Heh..."
The Flood Dragon Demon let out a tragic laugh.
He slowly straightened his body.
"This old subject..."
"Obeys the decree."
...Unconsciously, two more days passed.
Although the city of Region had experienced a great calamity, under the efforts of the Demon Suppression Division, it gradually recovered its former Life Qi.
The ruins had been cleared, and new beams were being raised for the collapsed houses.
The Dusi's rear hall.
Jiang Yuechu sat upright at the desk, flipping through the last few official documents.
"Hoo..."
Closing the files, she rubbed her temples.
"Wei He."
Wei He, who had been waiting outside the door, quickly pushed the door open, bowed, and cupped his fists.
"This subordinate is present."
"Since the matters in the city have returned to normal, you just need to supervise the remaining repairs and compensation."
Jiang Yuechu stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.
A cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in.
"In two more days, it will be Minor New Year."
"I should be leaving now."
Although Wei He had doubts in his heart.
Leaving now?
Will she make it in time?
But he didn't ask further. "My Lady, please return to the capital with peace of mind."
"As long as This subordinate still draws breath, the city of Region will not fall into chaos!"
Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
Having made her decision, she did not procrastinate.
She now possesses the Divine Ability of [Cloud Path Ten Thousand Li]. Although not like the Qiankun Demon King, returning to Chang'an would only take half a day.
Just as she was about to turn around and pack her bags.
Buzz—!!!
Deep within her mind, the hundred demons compendium, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved without wind.
A strange fluctuation rippled out from her Sea of Consciousness.
Jiang Yuechu paused her step.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
This was... her consciousness sinking in.
She saw that on the Celestial Demon Martial Practice stage.
The Black Mountain Bear Lord, who was originally practicing tirelessly, had actually stopped now.
This Black Bear, usually dull and clumsy, was currently sitting cross-legged beneath a stone pillar, a bear paw supporting its chin, its brow deeply furrowed, as if encountering some unsolvable riddle.
It occasionally stood up, striking several strange postures.
Then it would slump back down, scratching its ears and cheeks, crying out in frustration.
Immediately after.
[The Black Mountain Bear Lord has occasionally received a flash of inspiration, but its Foundation is shallow, making it difficult to continue. Please provide more relevant Cultivation Techniques.]
Jiang Yuechu looked at this line of prompt and was slightly stunned.
"Is this... a lack of... material?"
This was the first time this had ever happened.
Since activating the Celestial Demon Martial Practice, she had only provided Dao Cultivation and hadn't managed anything else.
This kind of stagnation was the first she had encountered.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and pondered carefully.
A moment later.
A look of realization appeared in her eyes.
"That's right..."
"I was thinking incorrectly."
Recalling earlier events.
The reason the Tiger Mountain God was able to deduce the White Tiger Geng Metal Blade.
Was because she had invested not only the Golden Lion Overlord Saber Art but also the Tiger Roar Demon Suppressing Saber.
Two excellent saber techniques, plus the Tiger Demon's own comprehension of saber arts, led to the subsequent incomparably fierce White Tiger Geng Metal Blade.
In contrast, for the Black Mountain Bear Lord.
She had only given it a single copy of the Primordial Unity Qi Art.
It was indeed a bit difficult for the bear.
"Deduction requires Foundation; without Foundation, how can there be deduction?"
Having figured this out.
Jiang Yuechu felt settled.
Since what was lacking were Cultivation Techniques, the matter was easy to handle.
If it were in the past, she might have worried about these Cultivation Techniques.
But now... she was the Grand Princess of the Great Tang, a member of the Li Imperial Clan.
Was there any place in the world that held more books than the Imperial Palace?
The reason she hadn't utilized this connection before.
Was, firstly, because she was moving in haste.
And secondly, she felt that the Cultivation Techniques from the Celestial Demon Martial Practice were more suitable for herself.
Now it seemed.
This trip back to the capital was not just for the New Year celebration.
But also to visit the Imperial Secret Vault.
And thoroughly search through it.
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Regarding the issue of the Great Tang not providing protection for the protagonist.
The little author actually wrote about it earlier. It will be supplemented later.
Sorry.