The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 225 - 171 Demon Race Plots Against Witch Again

The black-robed man’s eyeballs bulged out as he roared in anger, "Impossible, impossible, this cannot be real! Even the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire couldn’t harm the Demon Corpse, how could it possibly die at your hands? Who are you, who exactly are you?"

Li Qingming smiled lightly and said, "Since you have survived the Dragon Han Calamity, then surely your master must know who I am! However, as I see it, you won’t have the chance to find out!"

At this point, Li Qingming’s eyes gleamed, and a bright green light burst forth, shooting straight at the black-robed man. The black-robed man tried to dodge, but tragically found that he couldn’t control his body and was fixed in place in the void. In the blink of an eye, that gleaming light pierced into the Sea of Consciousness of the black-robed man’s Primordial Spirit. Afterward, a trace of unnatural struggle flashed across the face of the black-robed man but he quickly relaxed.

In the Sea of Consciousness of the black-robed man’s Primordial Spirit, there were dense masses of undissolvable Evil Qi, with countless souls of the Innate Three Clans howling and struggling within the mass.

A young man with clear eyebrows and handsome features stood tall in the void, coldly watching those numerous Fierce Spirits. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide, and an immense suction force spread, drawing in endless spirits like swallows returning to their nests into the young man’s mouth.

The young man smacked his lips with satisfaction, his voice hoarse and sometimes as eerie as the black-robed man: "Heh heh, indeed, the taste of souls is delicious! The Secret Technique passed down by my master truly holds infinite power!"

"Oh? I wonder if I, a humble Daoist, might have the honor to know this Secret Technique?" The bright green light was actually a portion of Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit transformed. If he wanted to uncover the details of the person behind the scenes, Soul Searching was clearly the perfect choice.

"Hm? It’s you!" The young man’s expression drastically changed, looking at Li Qingming with immense nervousness, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want nothing special, just hoping to borrow something from you!" Li Qingming said with a light smile as he took a few steps forward.

"Something, what thing?" The young man frowned tightly, sensing something was amiss.

"Your life!" Li Qingming bared his teeth in a smile, then suddenly burst forth. He transformed into a Clear Spring, tightly enveloping the young man.

"Boom!"

The entire Sea of Consciousness of the black-robed man erupted, with Fierce Souls howling and Evil Spirits rampaging wildly! After about a quarter of an hour, these bizarre happenings in the Sea of Consciousness space suddenly disappeared. The portion of the Primordial Spirit transformed back into Li Qingming’s figure, who then muttered to himself, "So it’s him, no wonder, no wonder..."

Meanwhile, outside, Ying Zhao and Feilian, upon seeing Li Qingming instantly destroy the formidable Twelve Blood Corpses right before their eyes, felt admiration as well as secret relief. If Li Qingming hadn’t arrived in time, they and the 200,000 elite of the Demon Race would surely have met their end under the hands of those thirteen demons.

"Old Zhao, what do you think Emperor of the North is doing over there?" By the time Li Qingming intercepted the Seven-colored River, Feilian had already recovered. He was now staring blankly at the motionless figures of Li Qingming and the black-robed man.

"How would I know! Let’s just ask His Majesty directly later!" Ying Zhao rolled his eyes, somewhat heartbrokenly caressing the crack on the Wind and Fire Bottle.

Just then, the divine light in Li Qingming’s eyes flashed, fully returning to clarity.

"Ying Zhao, Feilian, hear my command!" Li Qingming turned his head and addressed the utterly exhausted Ying Zhao and Feilian, "You both swiftly lead the remaining Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals back to the Heavenly Court! Ensure there are no mistakes!"

The hearts of Ying Zhao and Feilian, heavy and with unspeakable difficulty, exchanged a glance before kneeling on one knee, "Your subordinates accept the decree!"

Li Qingming nodded his head, mounted Xiong Da, and tore through the sky.

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The battle had just ended here, but the atmosphere in the Heavenly Court had become calm as water.

"Big brother, Daoist Qingmingzi truly possesses extraordinary prowess!" Taiyi said with full admiration.

"Mm! Having Daoist Qingmingzi in the Demon Race is indeed our fortune! It’s just a pity that Daoist Qingmingzi is committed to the Great Dao and unwilling to take action unless the Demon Race is in dire straits! Otherwise, what would the Witch Tribe be to fear!" Taiyi’s face showed a hint of joy, but no matter what, the lives of those two hundred thousand sons of the Demon Race were saved.

"Emperor of the North’s strength is indeed powerful!" Bai Ze gently shook his Feather Fan and shifted the topic, "But Your Majesty, what do you think about this suddenly emerging mysterious force?"

Bai Ze, who is the strategist, indeed thinks differently from others.

Di Jun’s expression became stern, and brows slightly furrowed, "That black-robed man had said that the Twelve Demon Corpses are carefully made by his master, by choosing Great Demon bodies during the time of the Dragon Han Calamity! From this, one can deduce that the strength of the person behind the scenes, if not akin to a Saint, isn’t far off. This is indeed a colossal entity!"

"Your Majesty, although your words hit the nail on the head, there is a critical issue you missed!" Bai Ze gently fanned himself, his tone ethereal.

"Fellow Daoist, why does it have to be so troublesome to speak? Can’t you just finish it all at once?" Taiyi showed an impatient look and spoke anxiously.

"Primordial suddenly revealed such a massive force, as Pu Yi appeared and monopolized the Four Seas of Primordial, his ambition to dominate Primordial is clear! If that is indeed the case, not only will our Demon Race be attacked, even the Witch Tribe won’t be able to keep to themselves. Although we have unresolved grievances with the Witch Tribe, in my view, the Witch Tribe would most likely not wish to see a third power contending for dominance in Primordial!" Bai Ze slowly waved his feather fan, speaking indifferently.

Di Jun and Taiyi looked at each other and said, "Do you mean to suggest that we should cooperate with the Witch Tribe and jointly eliminate this third power?"

Bai Ze nodded slightly: "That is exactly what I mean!"

Kunpeng looked astonished at Bai Ze, and suddenly thought of Li Qingming’s relationship with the Witch Tribe, an idea striking him. He stepped forward and bowed: "Bai Ze Fellow Daoist is right! This force is too powerful; if our Demon Race were to confront it alone, the best outcome would be injuring the enemy at the cost of severe self-damage. In the end, wouldn’t the Witch Tribe still benefit? If we temporarily form an alliance with the Witch Tribe to attack the Four Seas, not only could we preserve our strength, but also regain the Four Seas. Why not do it?"

Taiyi grimaced, saying: "That force has only occupied the Four Seas, which precisely belong to our Demon Race. Now, this force has not infringed upon the Witch Tribe at all. What reason does the Witch Tribe have to cooperate with us? Couldn’t the Witch Tribe cooperate with this force to jointly attack our Heavenly Court?"

Bai Ze said: "This indeed is my concern! If I were the person behind this, I would have already sent envoys to visit the Witch Tribe by now."

"Hmm! Then, in Fellow Daoist’s opinion, how should we respond?" Di Jun rubbed his forehead, somewhat vexed.

"At the time of the Heavenly Wedding Ceremony, the Witch Tribe left midway. And since this incident occurred not long ago, the Witch Tribe might not yet know about the change in ownership of the Four Seas. They would need to conduct a thorough investigation before making a decision! Why not seize this opportunity to prepare generous gifts and go to negotiate with the Witch Tribe? Moreover, I believe, compared to the unfamiliar mysterious force, the Witch Tribe is 90% more likely to choose to cooperate with our Demon Race!" Bai Ze lowered his head and contemplated for a while before speaking to Di Jun.

"Dammit, just as one wave settles, another rises! We haven’t even settled things with the Witch Tribe, yet an unexpected mysterious force has emerged! When will we ever unify Primordial?" Taiyi slapped the armrest, his usual arrogance nowhere in sight.

"I wonder which Fellow Daoist is willing to go to the Witch Tribe to discuss the negotiation?" Di Jun glanced at Taiyi and shook his head helplessly.

"Your Majesty, I wish to go to the Witch Tribe!" Kunpeng eagerly wanted to learn Li Qingming’s thoughts, and since the Heaven and Earth Taoist was Li Qingming’s Evil Corpse, he was sure to be able to convey his intentions.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun pondered for a while and said: "Since that is so, I’ll trouble Fellow Daoist with this task! This trip to the Witch Tribe is of great importance, be extremely cautious!"

Kunpeng smiled proudly: "I understand!"

"Xiezhi, take Fellow Daoist Kunpeng to the Heavenly Court Treasure Vault, select some rare and exotic treasures to gift to the Witch Tribe, to express our Demon Race’s sincerity!" Di Jun waved his hand grandly, instructing Xiezhi standing by his side.

"Demon Master, please follow this old servant!" Xiezhi, about seven feet tall and expressionless, stepped forward, bowed to Kunpeng, and led the way to the treasure vault.

Kunpeng hurriedly followed closely, well aware that this old fellow was Di Jun’s confidant. He could enter some of the private areas of the Heavenly Court.

As Kunpeng just entered the Heavenly Court Treasure Vault and was dazzled, carefully admiring the collection of rare treasures, under Mount Buzhou, the Witch Tribe, just as Bai Ze predicted, did indeed welcome a representative of this new power, Old Turtle.

Beneath the mountain rustic and sturdy, lay twelve gigantic villages each belonging to one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, with each village’s totem representing one Ancestor Witch.

Old Turtle was still dressed in a green robe, but his gloomy eyes now carried a trace of black mist.

In Wood Village, belonging to Ju Mang’s tribe, what caught the eye were towering ancient trees, the rich vitality of wood permeating the entire village. On this day, the patrol of the village was conducted by Great Witch An Qi leading a team of Divine Witches.

From a distance, An Qi saw the lone Old Turtle approaching. In this chaotic Primordial Continent, what ordinary human elder would dare venture alone? This must be sheer folly, thought An Qi, sensing something was off.

"Halt! This is a sanctified land of our Witch Tribe, not to be entered by outsiders!" An Qi raised his long spear horizontally, blocking the village entrance.

Old Turtle, who had traveled across Primordial for countless years, had never encountered such treatment. His expression hardened, ready to erupt in anger, but remembering his master’s instructions, he suppressed his rage and said: "Please, valiant sir, pass on a message that I am the Four Seas Housekeeper, named Minister Turtle. I come for urgent matters to discuss with the Ancestor Witch Lords!" frёeωebɳovel.com

Seeing the ordinary-looking old man enveloped in an unusually powerful aura, An Qi did not dare to slight him and turned around, running towards the Ancestor Witch Hall.

About a quarter of an hour later, An Qi returned and bowed to the old man, saying: "Please, elder, the Ancestor Witch Lords are currently in the village. Elder, please follow me!"

Minister Turtle nodded slightly, calmly following An Qi into Wood Village. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)