Master of the Demon Emperor

Chapter 9 The Thousand-Year Demon King

After landing, Mo Haosheng's nose twitched, and he frowned in distaste, "The Demon Qi here is really thick."

The Luoshui Sect was a noble sect for a thousand years, harboring deep-seated hatred and hostility towards Monsters and Demons. All members of the sect felt the same way; if any disciple colluded with the Demon Clan, they would definitely be expelled from the sect and have their cultivation stripped away.

One of the female disciples laughed behind her hand, "Brother Mo, this was your own choice to come here. If you handle this matter well, you'll have even more connections in the future, and then Elder Sister Wu will look at you differently."

At the mention of Elder Sister Wu, Mo Haosheng's face broke into a smile, and the other disciples of the Luoshui Sect joined in the teasing.

"Elder Sister Wux Qingyao is a talent that the Luoshui Sect hasn't seen in a thousand years; only Brother Mo is worthy of her!"

"Hahaha, I also think it's a sure thing, as long as this matter is handled well."

"This Mystical City is closely watched by Elder Sister Wu."

"But we need to be careful; the Land of Qiling is full of Great Demons."

The disciples chatted and laughed, their demeanor relaxed, unaffected by the fact that they were in the Land of Qiling.

Soon, Principal Meng Jiebang, with a group of teachers and students, walked over cautiously.

They didn't completely trust what Mo Haosheng had said and even worried that Mo Haosheng and his companions were monsters in disguise.

But if it were true, then there was hope for their rescue, so Meng Jiebang only brought a part of the teachers and students over.

"So handsome..."

In the crowd, a girl's eyes lit up. The male disciples of the Luoshui Sect were all tall and handsome, having been refined by spiritual energy, which made them even more handsome than modern celebrities.

A boy behind her said jealously, "Have you forgotten the story of 'The Three Attacks on White Bone Spirit'?"

"Ah? You mean they could be..."

The girl got scared and dared not look at the disciples of the Luoshui Sect again.

Standing on the balcony, Su Yie watched quietly for a while, then immediately began to cultivate.

The cultivation levels of the Luoshui Sect disciples were not low; if he stared for too long, he would definitely attract their attention.

The most urgent thing was to fully absorb the Dragon Strength Pill!

The Demon Core of the Crimson Blood Serpent King must possess the Strength of One Dragon; after all, it was a significant Demon, just enough to complete the Strength of a Hundred Dragons.

Meanwhile, Nan Xiaopao was still absorbing the domineering power of the Dragon Strength Pill.

Time passed quickly.

Upon hearing this, Nan Xiaopao immediately showed an interested expression and covered her mouth with a giggle, "Then I will not disturb you."

She was also very interested in cultivation but was too shy to ask Su Yie about the methods. Now that the Sect had arrived, she naturally felt excited.

Su Yie continued to consume Dragon Strength Pills, and Nan Xiaopao began to adjust to her new power. It took half an hour before she cautiously left the dormitory. Her strength was now so great that she could knock down walls with a slight push, so she had to be extra careful.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at the peak of a mountain, thousands of black crows perched.

Below lay a crumbling old palace where a goat-headed, gray-robed elder in human shape was cultivating. At the bottom of the stone steps before him lay dozens of skeletons, an eerie and terrifying sight. A small imp with only half a body left was twisting, its face expressionless with despair, as blood dripped down, a shocking scene.

The goat-headed elder was Elder Lord Qi Yang, the strongest being in the Land of Qiling!

Having lived for several thousand years, a Great Demon!

Elder Lord Qi Yang seemed to be focused on his cultivation but was actually chatting away in his mind.

Not just him, every member of the Emperor Su's Sect could see the chat screen in their minds. With a mere thought, they could turn their words into text and send them out.

Even though Elder Lord Qi Yang had lived for thousands of years, he still found this method of communication utterly fascinating.

Normally, it would be difficult for him to communicate with disciples of the Demon Path or the orthodox schools. A meeting would almost always result in a fight to the death.

Just then, a stray dog ran in, urgently saying, "Elder Lord! Elder Lord! Disaster! The Crimson Blood Serpent King has gone into Mystical City on his own and... he's dead!"

Upon hearing these words, Elder Lord Qi Yang instantly opened his eyes, his narrow pupils emitting a terrifying murderous intent.

"Crimson Blood is dead?"

Elder Lord Qi Yang raged, his own Great Demons were not many, and the death of even one pained him.

To condense a Demon Core meant one could be called a Great Demon!

To climb one step further or have a big following meant one could be called a Demon King!

Elder Lord Qi Yang was the true Demon King of the Land of Qiling!

"Could it have been the work of Luoshui Sect people?"

Elder Lord Qi Yang mumbled to himself. When Mystical City had just appeared, he had seen it, filled only with mortals, none of whom could match the Crimson Blood Serpent King—only the Luoshui Sect could be the possible culprit.

"Hmph! Are they really trying to disrespect me now?"

Elder Lord Qi Yang slowly rose, his terrifying Demon Qi causing the entire mountain to shake violently.

The stray dog lay prostrate on the ground, shaking with fear, and didn't even dare to look into Elder Lord Qi Yang's eyes. In the Land of Qiling, Elder Lord Qi Yang was a tyrant and was just as cruel to his own.