Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 874 - 488 Night Talk, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule_2

874: Chapter 488: Night Talk, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule_2

874 -488: Night Talk, Six Hundred Million Deep Red Points, Return to Human Realm Schedule_2

A cup of steaming fragrant tea was slowly set in front of the young Horse Demon.

It fell silent for a moment before saying, “Father, our Horse Demon Clan has matrimonial ties with clans such as the Green Wind Hound Demon from the Southern Pole Demon Nation, and there are also Horse Demon lines scattered within other Demon Nations covertly requesting that I ask you to pass on a word.

What do you think…?”

“No.”

“What about Uncle?

In the past, the lineage of Eastern Demon Kingdom’s Uncle has helped us a great deal.” The young Horse Demon looked up, a plea evident in its eyes.

Ma Zouri’s brows furrowed downward as he gazed at the green tea in his cup, idly twirling it before he eventually gave a reluctant sigh,

“My child, when the higher-ups decide to clean house, then those below must strive for merit; never mind your uncle’s line, even the Elders within the Demon Righteous Religion Country don’t care about the scars they bear or the past contributions they’ve made.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, you?”

“So Father would take all the blame, while the Holy Venerable hides behind the scenes…”

“But our Horse Demon Clan has gained much in terms of fiefs, countless Blood Essence Stones, various precious resources, and not to mention those powerful Secret Techniques that our bloodline could never have hoped to attain before — the Holy Venerable has already offered equivalent compensation.”

“Without you, there are plenty of powerful clans wanting to take your place.”

“Those from our Horse Demon Clan who step down, if they don’t appear at the dining table, will surely find themselves on the menu…” Ma Zouri’s voice carried a somber tone, and suddenly a chill arose from the base of young Ma Zouri’s spine, shooting straight to the crown of his head.

“Child, no matter what little schemes you have now, what others have told you, forget it all.”

“Your wisdom is not yet sufficient to navigate the complexities of the present situation, but fear not, for today Father will teach you eight characters.

As long as you follow these eight characters, you will surely be safe and secure in the future.”

“These eight characters are the summation of your father’s lifelong wisdom, and at least three to five generations of our Horse Demon Clan must keep them firmly in mind.”

Having said that, Ma Zouri dipped his finger in tea water and wrote eight large characters on the tabletop —

Unite the will, defend the leader.

“These eight characters, I’ve pondered over my whole life, truly ever-refreshing.”

“Later, you too should read them often, practice them well.”

Not minding the dirt, Ma Zouri smilingly picked up his tea cup, which he had just touched, and drank it in one gulp.

“Father, I have comprehended,” said the young Horse Demon with an enlightened expression on his face after a moment of silence, looking at his father with gratitude.

At this moment, his father’s figure seemed to have abruptly grown much larger in his eyes.

The father who, in his eyes, was once dim-sighted, only good at flattery but lucky, had now become a towering tree, a pillar of their clan.

His murky eyes seemed to burst with wisdom.

“You comprehend my arse.”

“Child, close the door on your way out.”

Amid the jests and laughter, after another round of idle chatter over tea, just as young Ma Zouri was about to close the doors of the teahouse, a voice suddenly called after him.

“Child, write down a list of all the Demonkin who have interacted with you recently, all for your father to see, in silence.”

“Including those who indirectly passed on messages and communications to you, all of them!”

“Father has waited such a long time, and you still have not comprehended.”

In the partially opened door, young Ma Zouri suddenly looked up, only to see his father sitting with his back to him, his face unclear, shrouded in thick shadows, with only the light seeping through the door seams outlining his shoulders with a golden edge.

“Father…

Father, alright!”

As the teahouse doors closed, a sigh could be heard within the room.

Ma Zouri got up and pulled out a history book of the Human Race to begin reading.

The small red clay stove burned fiercely once again.

Ma Zouri now understood his ecological niche; he could not refuse the resources brought to him by Yi Chen’s sweeping authority.

If that was the case, then.

After the water boiled, Ma Zouri put down his history book and began to look over a list of experts from the Three Great Demon Kingdoms against the “Fair Demon Codex.”

These Demonkin, they’ve broken the law!!!

One by one, names began to be marked with a bright red X by Ma Zouri.

…

…

Half a month quickly passed.

The breeze was clear and cool, the evening air pleasant.

On the rooftop of the Golden Hall of the Demon Righteous Religion Country, two people were drinking.

In this half month, Yi Chen was incredibly busy.

Not knowing until he checked, and what a shock it was, the state of order in the Demon Realm was terrible, thankfully they had Yi Chengzi around.

Following Ma Zouri’s thorough reports, many accusations from common demonfolk were formalized into public edicts, and many Demonkin with a litany of heinous crimes were apprehended one by one by experts from the law-enforcing Demon Righteous Church,

and for those powerful Demonkin in the Breakthrough Limit Realm, the Fair Demon Emperor, who was set to ascend into the extreme tomorrow, spared no effort upon receiving the information and instantly launched attacks, planning routes as meticulously as a food delivery rider.

One can do four or five deliveries on just one route, the efficiency was high.

In cooperation with those executed by the Demon Righteous Church’s Holy Judgment, his Deep Red Points had now skyrocketed from 460 million after his battle with the Old Demon Dragon to well over 600 million.

Yi Chen had no intention of staying in the Demon Realm indefinitely.

Since Selena had just reached the Breakthrough Limit Third Layer, then there should be no Demonkin in the Demon Realm more impressive than Selena.

This was Yi Chen’s bottom line, and although he knew there had to be hidden old creatures like Old Deng, he believed that after such slaughter, the remaining monsters would definitely not dare to challenge his authority.

Beyond that, Yi Chen had also published a batch of secret bloodline purification techniques from the Four Great Demon Kingdoms which were not particularly effective but had broad applicability, opening them up to the common demonfolk and tossing around money generously.