After leaving the other party hanging for a good while, the great demon at the Perfection of the Denglou Realm was scared out of his wits.
Only then did Jiang Yuechu speak unhurriedly.
"Very well... I have just awakened and happen to lack a place to stay."
"Since you are so diligent in your recommendation, I shall accompany you to Wangchuan."
Hearing this.
Juechen Demon Emperor felt as if he had been granted a great amnesty, and a look of wild joy instantly surged onto his face.
He lived!
Not only did he survive, but he also introduced a True Dragon powerhouse to his foster father!
Such a monumental achievement was enough for him to be directly rewarded with those rare Heaven And Earth Treasures, helping him condense his central palace!
"Thank you for your grace, Senior!"
"This Junior will clear the way for Senior right now!"
Juechen Demon Emperor bowed repeatedly, his gold-and-white Primordial Spirit suddenly transforming into a streak of light, rushing straight toward the ruins below.
He dove back into the Physical Body that had been smashed by Jiang Yuechu until half of its cheek collapsed and its deer antlers were broken.
The Physical Body was severely damaged; any ordinary Denglou Realm would have been unable to move long ago.
But how could he care about that now? Enduring the excruciating pain, he crawled up from the bottom of the pit, gasping for breath.
Seeing this, the other three Demon Emperors followed suit, returning their Primordial Spirits to their Physical Bodies, behaving as obediently as domestic fowl, waiting honestly to the side.
Propping up his broken body, Juechen Demon Emperor turned his gaze toward Ma Dewang, who was trapped by the confinement Formation not far away.
A cruel, murderous glint instantly flashed in his vertical pupils.
He strode to the edge of the Formation.
Seeing this blood-covered, ghost-like demon approaching, Ma Dewang was so terrified that he collapsed onto the ground, clutching the stone box in his arms tightly.
"Demon Emperor..."
Juechen Demon Emperor gave a sinister laugh, not wasting any words.
His broad palm reached out, penetrating the edge of the confinement Formation.
Although it was a Formation of the Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven, Wang Ziyu's cultivation was, after all, still shallow.
A demon at the Perfection of the Denglou Realm forced his way through the Formation, instantly tearing a gap in that curtain of light.
Juechen Demon Emperor grabbed Ma Dewang by the collar and lifted the Old Man up.
His other hand unceremoniously snatched the stone box.
"Scram!"
With a casual toss.
Ma Dewang was slammed heavily against the broken courtyard wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood before passing out completely.
Juechen Demon Emperor held the stone box in both hands.
He jogged all the way to Jiang Yuechu's feet in mid-air.
Kneeling on one knee, he held the stone box high.
"Senior."
"This item is called water-fire cold smoke coal, a top-grade heart material that the Ma Family has treasured for many years."
"This Junior originally intended to take it for refinement, but now that Senior has arrived, such a treasure should naturally be offered to Senior as a small token of respect for our meeting."
Jiang Yuechu looked down at the stone box.
It was indeed water-fire cold smoke coal.
How convenient.
She didn't show much emotion.
With a casual wave, the stone box landed steadily in her sleeve.
"You are thoughtful."
Her tone remained cold.
Juechen Demon Emperor felt overwhelmed by the favor, the fawning expression on his face growing even more pronounced.
He turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Blind fools!"
"Hurry up and bring my chariot over, and invite Senior to take her seat!"
Outside the courtyard.
Several Deer Demon guards who had survived the lightning ordeal tremblingly led the White Bone Chariot, pulled by eight exotic beasts, into the ruins.
Juechen Demon Emperor personally stepped forward, lifted the carriage curtain, and stood respectfully to the side.
Jiang Yuechu didn't stand on ceremony and slowly stepped down from the Void Realm.
As she passed Wang Ziyu and Tiger Cuihua, she said casually.
"What are you dazed for? Follow me."
"..."
Both the human and the demon were completely bewildered.
The expression on Wang Ziyu's small face was even more colorful.
He naturally knew that Jiang Yuechu could manifest as a True Dragon.
But what he couldn't understand was.
You, the dignified Grand Princess of Great Tang, how did you so naturally blend into the circle of demons?
What kind of situation is this?
Undercover in the Yao Race?
Or do you plan to directly ascend the throne and proclaim yourself emperor here in the Yu Mountain Great Range?
Beside him, Tiger Cuihua's fur was standing on end, her large tiger eyes filled with fanaticism.
A True Dragon...
That's the legendary True Dragon.
She had originally thought she was just clinging to a powerful human's leg to secure a stable life in the future.
Who would have thought that this "leg" was actually a being at the level of the Yao Race's Old Ancestor?
Seeing that the human and the demon had not moved for a long time.
Juechen Demon Emperor, who was waiting by the White Bone Chariot, noticed this.
A strange look flashed in his eyes.
He quietly sized up this human and demon pair.
Previously, his mind was entirely on the True Dragon powerhouse, Jiang Yuechu, so he had completely ignored these two followers.
Now, looking closely.
Juechen Demon Emperor couldn't help but mutter to himself.
That fellow who looked like a small child had an aura at most at the Early Stage of the Denglou Realm.
As for the cowering striped tiger next to him.
It was even more pitifully weak.
Just a low-class little demon of the Lamp Lighting Realm.
For a peerless powerhouse carrying the True Dragon Bloodline.
To have such a meager entourage for her travels.
It was a bit too shabby.
However...
He suddenly thought of what Jiang Yuechu had just said about "sleeping for ages without knowing the passage of time."
His heart suddenly cleared up.
Senior has just awakened from a long slumber and doesn't have any handy servants to order around.
That's why she just picked up these two pieces of trash, one old and one young, from the roadside to make up the numbers.
How proud a True Dragon powerhouse must be.
Naturally, she wouldn't deign to handle those trivial matters herself.
Even if they are trash, it's good to have them run errands.
Having figured this out.
Although he felt extreme disdain for these two trash followers in his heart, Juechen Demon Emperor didn't show it on his face at all.
"Senior is already seated. You two lords, please get on the carriage quickly as well. Don't keep Senior waiting."
Tiger Cuihua shivered all over at being called "lord."
As a mere little demon of the Lamp Lighting Realm.
When had she ever received such courtesy from a top Demon Emperor?
Tiger Cuihua felt as if her feet were floating, as if she were walking on clouds.
She swallowed hard and instinctively tucked her tail.
Taking somewhat stiff tiger steps, she cautiously moved toward the White Bone Chariot.
She was afraid of taking a wrong step and making this Demon Emperor turn hostile.
Wang Ziyu, on the other hand, looked coldly at Juechen Demon Emperor.
Although he was shocked by Jiang Yuechu's identity.
The confidence of the Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven was still there.
Naturally, he wouldn't be as timid as Tiger Cuihua.
The small child snorted coldly and tucked his hands into his wide sleeves.
He strode forward, passing directly by Juechen Demon Emperor.
Stepping steadily onto the shaft made of exotic beast spine, he boarded the White Bone Chariot.
Once the human and the demon were both on the chariot.
Juechen Demon Emperor finally straightened up.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Naturally, he didn't dare to ride with Jiang Yuechu, so he flipped onto the back of an exotic beast, acting as the driver.
The other three Demon Emperors lined up on both sides of the chariot, following like guards.
"Senior, do these people need to be cleaned up by this Junior?"
Juechen Demon Emperor sat on the beast's back, pointing at the shivering Human Cultivators in the courtyard, and asked respectfully for instructions.
From within the chariot.
The young girl's cold and indifferent voice drifted out.
"I have no interest in wasting time on these ants."
"As you command!"
Juechen Demon Emperor shouted.
The eight exotic beasts let out earth-shaking roars simultaneously, their hooves taking flight as they pulled the White Bone Chariot into the sky.
Several streaks of powerful Demonic Qi broke through the clouds, racing toward the deep mountains and Great Marsh in the far west.
The night wind poured in from outside the broken courtyard wall.
It dispersed the pungent smell of blood that filled the yard.
The front courtyard of the Ma Residence.
The massacre just now had happened too fast, so fast that most people didn't even have time to see the process clearly.
They only remembered the black mist filling the sky, the gold-and-white lightning, and the shrill screams.
And then.
There was no "and then."
Hundreds of demons, along with several Demon Emperors of the Denglou Realm, had either died on the spot or submissively climbed onto that White Bone Chariot.
Now that the chariot had gone far away and the Demonic Qi had dissipated.
In the vast front courtyard of the Ma Residence, only wreckage and shredded meat remained on the ground.
Along with a group of survivors, the Human Cultivators who were as dumbstruck as wooden chickens.
No one spoke.
Even their breathing was cautious.
A full half-incense stick of time passed.
A middle-aged Cultivator sitting on the ground finally came to his senses.
He looked down at the bloodstains splattered on his robe.
Then he looked at a broken piece of deer antler not far away and the fragments of a crushed wine cup.
His Adam's apple bobbed a few times.
"Is... is it over?"
No one answered him.
Because everyone was still immersed in the shock from just now.
The figure of that True Dragon just now, and the red light looming in that rolling black mist.
Recalling it now still made one's scalp tingle.
In a corner.
The middle-aged Cultivator wearing a green cloth Daoist robe and the Old Man with a goatee were now sitting opposite each other, leaning against a section of broken wall.
Both of their faces were deathly pale.
The Old Man was still clutching half a chopstick.
Apparently, he hadn't reacted while he was still eating at the feast.
"Did you see that just now?"
The Old Man nodded slowly.
His eyes were hollow.
"I saw it."
"Was that... a True Dragon?"
The Old Man didn't answer immediately.
He slowly dropped the broken chopstick to the ground.
"I've lived for over nine hundred years and have seen all kinds of Demon Kings, Demon Emperors, and prominent Cultivator families."
He gave a bitter smile: "But this... this is truly the first time in my life."
"Where on earth did this powerhouse... come from?"
The middle-aged Cultivator's voice trembled: "In all these years in the Yu Mountain Great Range, when have we ever heard of such a being?"
The Old Man shook his head.
No matter where the other party came from.
The appearance of a True Dragon Demon Emperor... I'm afraid something big is about to happen in the Yu Mountain Great Range.