Chapter 80: You Can Only Like Me (6)
Su Huo flew towards the edge of the Demon Realm, but after flying for a good while, no one came after her, and the magic weapon Jiang Zhiyan gave her wasn’t needed.
So why did they only capture Jiang Zhiyan?
Because of the Star River Ore? But she also had Star River Ore, and quite a bit of it.
She landed safely at the border.
“Can some god tell me whether I should say something or not?” Su Huo held her head, squatting on the ground.
Logic told her to listen to Jiang Zhiyan, even if something happened to Jiang Zhiyan, it wouldn’t have much to do with her, but she was also worried that Jiang Zhiyan would die because no one went to save her.
Jiang Zhiyan was indeed very powerful, but… Su Huo thought of the giant hand in the air, how could Jiang Zhiyan fight against that? They didn’t seem to be on the same level.
Su Huo took out her simple divination tools.
The result told her to keep quiet.
Su Huo exhaled and lay down peacefully on the ground, putting her communication jade aside.
Forget it, she would just wait here.
…
Jiang Zhiyan’s hair was whipped by the wind as she was carried through the air. Although the giant hand wasn’t tangible, it still held her firmly in place.
“Did the Demonic Sword’s aura leak?” Jiang Zhiyan wondered.
Her array was a modified version; logically, it shouldn’t have leaked. Before she came out to undo the seal, she had specifically checked and made sure there was no demonic aura leakage.
How was she discovered? Was there something else on the Demonic Sword?
Jiang Zhiyan looked down; she had been brought above a demon city. It seemed like this person had concealed their aura, no one looked up.
Demon cities were relatively few, so each city housed many people. As far as the eye could see, there were people everywhere, and various strange-looking demons, fighting at the drop of a hat.
After a few more seconds, she appeared in the main hall of a Demon King’s palace – she had never been to a Demon King’s palace, but judging by the decorations, it could only belong to a Demon King.
Clearly, the owner of this palace wasn’t frugal. There was a fist-sized night pearl on the wall every meter, brighter than the dim sky of the Demon Realm, exquisite murals, various artifacts made of rare materials collected from who knows where, and a lamp made of skulls. Judging by the shape of the skulls, there seemed to be all kinds of races. Looking closely, she noticed that someone had added pearls to the eye sockets of the skulls, making it look both bizarre and creepy.
Jiang Zhiyan stopped, glanced around the hall, and her gaze landed on the tall throne. He seemed to be the only person in the entire hall, lying languidly on the chair, holding a cup. Even from ten meters away, Jiang Zhiyan could smell the wine.
“You have the Demonic Sword,” he said, putting down his cup and speaking slowly.
Jiang Zhiyan: !
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t speak; the other party’s assertive tone indicated he already had some information.
He threw something at her, and Jiang Zhiyan took a step back and caught it.
She looked at it.
It was a scabbard.
And judging by its shape, size, and the patterns on it, it was clearly the scabbard of the Demonic Sword.
Jiang Zhiyan: …
The Demonic Sword actually had a scabbard? Usually, powerful swords in cultivation novels didn’t have scabbards.
The appearance of this scabbard instantly lowered the Demonic Sword’s status by several levels.
“You’re useless, you actually need a scabbard for protection,” Jiang Zhiyan said faintly to the Demonic Sword. She was probably discovered because the scabbard sensed something.
“No!” the Demonic Sword immediately said.
Unusually, Jiang Zhiyan detected a hint of agitation in the Demonic Sword’s single word.
“Host, let me translate, it actually wants to say, you’re talking nonsense, it has never had a scabbard, it’s never even seen one,” the ace translator, the System, said. It had been observing the Demonic Sword for a long time.
Jiang Zhiyan looked up: “The Demonic Sword has a scabbard?”
“Yes, it always has,” the Demon King nodded, not hesitating to answer. “The person who forged the Demonic Sword was my mother, but the Demon Lord found it troublesome, so he never used it.”
“The Demon Lord has many swords, the Demonic Sword is just the one he used the longest, and the most famous one. Of course, few people know this. Also, all the Demon Lord’s swords are called the Demonic Sword, the previous ones all broke.” He spoke slowly, looking at Jiang Zhiyan’s face, somewhat anticipating her reaction. “Watching them earnestly searching for that sword is really amusing.”
He chuckled, as if recalling something funny, then frowned at the expressionless Jiang Zhiyan: “Why aren’t you laughing? It’s so funny.”
Jiang Zhiyan couldn’t laugh, she heard the Demonic Sword crying, she could understand its feelings, but she didn’t have time to comfort it, so she directly muted its cries and looked at the person on the throne: “So what do you want from me?”
“I’m just curious, who is it that can command the Demonic Sword?” He stood up and walked down casually, his clothes half hanging off his body, as if they were about to fall at any moment. His horns were hidden in his messy hair. He stood in front of Jiang Zhiyan, scrutinizing her, a malicious smile on his face.
“Unexpectedly, it’s a… righteous cultivator, and a direct disciple of the Grand Elder of the Myriad Swords Sect, do they know about this? They probably don’t, otherwise, they wouldn’t be running around like headless chickens.”
He narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiang Zhiyan: “How did you do it?”
“What do you want?” Jiang Zhiyan didn’t avoid his gaze, still not answering his question, looking into his eyes.
His deep red eyes seemed to have a faint halo, exceptionally affectionate. His features were exquisite, beautiful but not sharp.
Jiang Zhiyan just wanted to say, it was a good thing Su Huo wasn’t here.
“Any mind-altering spells are useless against me,” Jiang Zhiyan said, her gaze calm and unwavering.
“Early Golden Core?” He was a little surprised and intrigued. He specialized in illusion techniques, even the Sect Master of the Myriad Swords Sect couldn’t completely resist his illusions.
“I’m not sure about that either,” Jiang Zhiyan asked, imitating his tone. “Northern Demon King?”
“You know me?”
“Just met,” Jiang Zhiyan recalled her previous conversation with Wei Jingqian, who said only the Northern Demon King hadn’t reacted.
After receiving his confirmation, Jiang Zhiyan pulled up his profile and quickly scanned it.
“Really?” The corners of his mouth turned up.
His smile froze as he looked down at his abdomen: “Tsk.”
Right under his nose, Jiang Zhiyan had opened a hole in his stomach, and the strange flames prevented the wound from healing.
“What is this?” He wasn’t angry, just observing the flames, as if the wound wasn’t on his body, feeling no pain. He glanced at the weapon Jiang Zhiyan used and confirmed that there were no spiritual energy fluctuations. “Interesting.”
He was a pure-blooded demon, his regenerative ability very strong. Normally, it was difficult for anything to prevent his wounds from healing. Of course, there had been times when his wounds were difficult to heal, but the other party’s cultivation level was usually much higher than his.
“Interdimensional flames,” Jiang Zhiyan made up a random name. “That demonic beast’s hide is much thicker than yours, I thought you would be a little stronger than it.”
He chuckled, as if trying to prove something, placed his hand on his abdomen, and the wound slowly healed, but his face also turned slightly pale. The rich demonic aura in the surroundings quickly restored his healthy complexion.
“Still not going to tell me your purpose?” Jiang Zhiyan looked at him.
The Northern Demon King’s personality was indeed as moody as described in the book, as long as he found something interesting, he wouldn’t get angry.
“I want something from the forbidden grounds of your Myriad Swords Sect.” He paused. “That thing was originally mine, you stole it, and I’m just taking it back, you should have heard of it, the Hexagonal Mirror.”
“Why should I help you?” Jiang Zhiyan touched the gun in her hand, which had already accumulated energy. “The fact that I dared to use the Demonic Sword shows that I don’t care if the news of me having it leaks out, it can’t threaten me.”
The Northern Demon King was already at peak Spirit Severing, one step away from Greater Mastery, his cultivation level ranked second in the entire Demon Realm, much stronger than that demonic beast. That beast’s talent wasn’t in its brains, the fact that the Demon King was injured by her gun was purely because he hadn’t been on guard against her.
If they really fought, it would be very difficult for the current Jiang Zhiyan. She wouldn’t have the chance to fire her gun, and he wouldn’t give her time to set up formations.
No matter how capable Sword Cultivators were at fighting across realms, a Golden Core cultivator was no match for someone close to Greater Mastery, the difference was too great. It was like a level one player fighting a max-level player in a game, no matter how skilled the level one player was, the max-level player could kill them with a single skill. And the Northern Demon King had lived for thousands of years…
Plus, pure-blooded demons had a natural advantage in the Demon Realm, they could heal their wounds infinitely, recover by devouring demonic creatures, and had special escape methods, it was very difficult to kill them completely.
If it weren’t for the demons’ natural advantages, the cultivation world would have attacked and annihilated them long ago, and the Demon Lord wouldn’t just be sealed.
However, she wasn’t afraid of him killing her directly. The forbidden grounds of the Myriad Swords Sect weren’t accessible to just anyone, not even Jiang Zhiyan, but as a direct disciple and a member of the Wei family, occasionally approaching the outer area wasn’t a problem. The Northern Demon King clearly couldn’t find another direct disciple like her.
No one else had such a significant weakness for him to exploit. Although Jiang Zhiyan didn’t mind the news being exposed, being targeted by the righteous sects was also troublesome, and clearly, the Demon King also knew this.
“Then what do you want?” The Northern Demon King waved his hand, and two chairs appeared beside them, then a group of people quickly brought in a table full of food.
Jiang Zhiyan sat down and glanced at the food in front of her. Due to the Demon Realm’s unique environment, the food that grew here all looked strange.
“Not daring to eat?”
“Indeed not daring to, it doesn’t look appetizing,” Jiang Zhiyan looked away, picked a few unique Demon Realm fruits from the table, and put them in her storage pouch.
“What are you doing?” The Demon King didn’t understand her actions.
“Taking them back for others to try, some people have eaten too many good things.” They should try something unappetizing.
Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Song Jin’yue, who was actually eating snacks, she didn’t know where she got them from, living such a comfortable life.
Demon King: ?
“Human cultivators have no taste,” the Demon King sneered. “Tell me, what do you want?”
“I’m thinking about what I need,” Jiang Zhiyan rested her chin on her hand. “But thinking about it, I don’t seem to need anything.”
After a few minutes, Jiang Zhiyan spoke again.
“How about this, I’ll make a list, you help me find the materials, and I’ll help you get the mirror.”
“What materials?”
Jiang Zhiyan took out paper and pen and quickly wrote down a long list, including materials she might need in the future, those that were relatively difficult to find, she listed them all, noting the quantity.
“You’re really asking for a lot,” the Demon King took the list, quickly scanned it, and sneered. “You know quite a bit.”
“Asking for a lot? If I’m discovered colluding with you, I won’t be able to stay in the cultivation world anymore, the price I’m paying is greater than yours, and these materials are also useful to you, even if I fail, you won’t lose anything.”
“And I can ask the Wei family to help me find these things, I’m doing something you can’t do yourself, and you’re doing something I can do.”
“No matter how you look at it, you’re the one who benefits, and you don’t even have to look for them yourself.”
Jiang Zhiyan looked at him, her reasoning sound.
“I thought you would rather die than submit,” the Demon King said, handing the list to a hand that appeared out of thin air. “The Myriad Swords Sect, huh…”
“I’m someone who can command the Demonic Sword,” Jiang Zhiyan stood up. Besides, she was originally a villain, it was normal for a villain to do villainous things.
The Hexagonal Mirror would appear sooner or later, it was better to exchange it for something she could use, a profitable deal.
However, she also had to focus on cultivating, this feeling of being suppressed was very unpleasant. She estimated that she would reach late Golden Core next month.
She was considering falling into demonic cultivation, the cultivation speed was much faster that way, and after some calculations, she realized it was the most cost-effective option for her, after all, she wouldn’t lose her mind just because she fell into demonic cultivation. The more she thought about it, the more suitable it seemed, the only problem was that it wasn’t very convenient for Song Jin’yue, the food in the Demon Realm didn’t seem to suit her taste.
The Demon King sent Jiang Zhiyan out. She took out her communication jade and messaged Su Huo, who had sent her eight hundred messages, clearly almost frantic with worry.
“I want to erase Su Huo’s memory,” Jiang Zhiyan looked at the messages Su Huo sent. “Or find some other excuse to deceive her.”
[Jiang Zhiyan: I’m out.]
[Su Huo: !!!]
[Su Huo: So fast? Are you okay? Where are you? I’ll come find you.]
Jiang Zhiyan sent her coordinates, and Su Huo quickly flew over.
“I’m fine, what happened to you?” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Su Huo, who looked even more disheveled than her.
“I was rolling around in the grass from anxiety,” Su Huo said, covering her forehead. “I was so worried, what was that thing?”
“An old friend needed my help with something,” Jiang Zhiyan said. “That’s why I told you not to contact anyone else.”
“No wonder no one came to kill me,” Su Huo breathed a sigh of relief. “No wonder you two can be friends, your way of doing things is so… absurd, you actually have friends in the Demon Realm?”
Jiang Zhiyan looked at Su Huo.
“Forget it, I won’t ask, I also have a few ex-lovers in the Demon Realm,” Su Huo waved her hand dismissively.
Jiang Zhiyan suddenly understood why the original owner and her could be friends.
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