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It took it a hundred years to cultivate into human form, and in a thousand years, it would double its strength—tempting for anyone.

As for Rong Feng.

Lan Xi felt he hadn’t truly gone to extremes, and there was still hope for him.

If the Demon Lord used him as a pawn and utterly destroyed his Spirit Root, even she would be powerless to turn back the tides.

Her reason for taking him as a disciple was that she did not want to wait for the Demon Lord to nurture a powerful opponent for her. It was better to take him for herself and set up a formidable enemy for the Demon Lord.

Although she still couldn’t fathom Rong Feng’s true nature, she knew he wouldn’t dare to act recklessly in her presence. As for now, she still had use for him. As for the future, that could be dealt with later.

Rong Feng stood outside the Demon Palace, lost in thought for a moment before cautiously skirting around the outer gates and making his way toward the inner sanctum.

Within the inner sanctum, on a sacrificial altar, there was a square iron door—beyond which lay the Demon Lord’s domain.

As the Demon Lord’s Direct Disciple, only when the Demon Lord personally summoned him, could he enter this place.

And in the Demon Realm all these years, everyone knew the Demon Lord was there, yet no one had ever seen his true face.

He was not certain of the Divine Artifact’s whereabouts, but Crown Prince Ya and Mi Xi were in the center of the Demon Palace, suspended by their Pipa Bones with the Soul Hook Lock.

"You bastard, think of a way to escape!" Mi Xi’s face was already deathly pale; after all, in the Demon Realm his cultivation was suppressed and he couldn’t use it at all.

Ya gasped for breath, the pain in his chest causing him to sweat from his forehead. At this moment he was like a fish on a cutting board, with no means of turning the tables.

"Crying and howling like ghosts and wolves, you might as well save your energy and think more. This chain has imprisoned the soul, and even if there were no suppression from the Demon Realm, you couldn’t escape," Ya said weakly.

As he spoke, his body shuddered, and the pain made him grit his teeth and grimace.

The two had been bound for several days, and it was clear the Demon Lord was certain they could not escape, and therefore, there was no guard here.

Indeed, that was the case. No matter what they tried, at most they caused the hook to sway slightly, causing both of them so much pain that they rolled their eyes back.

"When it comes down to it, our experience is still too shallow," Mi Xi tried to calm his mind to lessen the pain in his body.

"Stop talking. Our twenty thousand years of cultivation are enough to confront elders with three hundred thousand years of cultivation, and we are already considered prodigies. Don’t lose heart, give it another thirty years and we’ll come back to slaughter them all," Ya comforted himself continuously.

Mi Xi snorted, his mind full of worry for Lan Xi who had fainted earlier, "I wonder how junior sister is doing?!"

At that, Ya’s eyes became heavy with concern, "The Earth Spirit Vein beneath the Heavenly Pond is not so easily obtained. I wonder if Shaoqing can secure the Spirit Vein for Lan Xi. Otherwise, she might have to sleep for tens of thousands of years to heal her damaged soul."

"We should have never listened to Zhong Li. Otherwise, we would have had a chance to fight to the death. But now, as you can imagine, we’re bound to be utterly defeated," Mi Xi wished he had never heard of the existence of the Divine Artifact. If not for that, so many troubles wouldn’t have happened, and Lan Xi wouldn’t be in a life-or-death situation.

Just as the two were whispering, a figure suddenly burst into the great hall.

With a Round Fan swaying in his hand and draped in a dark red robe that made his face even more demonically alluring, Rong Feng said, "You two still have the energy to chat. It seems the injuries aren’t that severe."

"If you’re capable, let us down to fight face to face. What kind of hero are you, ambushing us?" Mi Xi clenched his teeth in anger, wishing he could tear this bastard to pieces.

If it hadn’t been for his terrible idea, they wouldn’t be hanging in the air like cured meat, waiting to be slaughtered.

"Oh, a sneak attack?" Rong Feng couldn’t help but laugh, "Do I need to resort to a sneak attack to deal with two pieces of trash like you?"

"Who are you calling trash?" Mi Xi was so angry he felt like his lungs would explode, and just as he was about to make a move, the pain from his wound made him gasp for air.

Rong Feng walked leisurely up to the two men, and with a mocking flick of his fan tapped on Mi Xi’s head, "If you’re not trash, then why are you hanging here drying like cured meat? Hmm~ Hmm, once your blood dries up and you turn into jerky, it will make a fine tribute for the Demon Lord."

"You!..." As the Direct Disciple of Immortal Taibai, Mi Xi had suffered from the swordsmanship of Lan Xi and Shaoqing before, but besides that, he had never been humiliated like this, nor had anyone dared to call him trash.

Now, Rong Feng’s mockery was even more unbearable than the injury itself.

"Go ahead and kill or flay me if you wish, but you’d better think carefully about the consequences of your actions," Ya gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear apart the smug expression on the face in front of him.

"Threatening me with the Heavenly Court?" Rong Feng chuckled, "The Great Desolation Mountain has already fallen, the Demon Soldiers are advancing with high morale. I’m here to ask the Demon Lord for a Divine Artifact, to drive the Heavenly soldiers to their demise and directly assault Linxiao Palace. Without the Emperor’s protection, you’re just an ordinary cultivator. "

"What did you say?" Ya hadn’t expected Great Desolation Mountain to fall so swiftly.

"Just as I said, capturing you two was originally just to shake your army’s morale. Now that we’ve won the battle, you two are of no use. It’s better to throw you into the Blood Jade and feed you to the dogs."

..." Ya and Mi Xi instantly looked ashen-faced.

If they really lost this war, then it would be the end of the Heavenly Court. Moreover, with the Demon Realm holding the Qiankun Gu and the Divine Artifact yet to be used, the Immortal Realm was all but painted over.

If the Demon Lord came forth wielding the Divine Artifact, the world would surely plunge into chaos.

Before the two could recover from their shock, they were thrown into the Blood Jade.

The Soul Hook Lock yanked at their wounds, causing Ya and Mi Xi to grimace in pain.

As they lay on the ground, too much in agony to even move, it was as if they could see the Grim Reaper looming over their heads.

"Mi Xi, do you know how Lan Xi is doing now? If I die, do you think she’ll become someone else’s wife?"

Lan Xi had just seen the two being brought in and was about to step forward to heal them.

Suddenly hearing Ya’s words, her face darkened in displeasure, and she paused in her steps.

"Thinking about your wife at a time like this? If you die, of course, she’ll be someone else’s." Mi Xi didn’t want to talk to this idiot. "Can you sit up or not? Help me get this Soul Hook Lock off me."

"It’s no use, my wife is about to be someone else’s. I don’t want to live anymore." Ya lay on the ground, filled with a hundred grievances. The thought of Lan Xi being beside only the icy Shaoqing after his death made him feel extremely irritated.

It was one thing for Shaoqing to steal his potential wife, but to benefit from his death was too much. "Ow-woo, Lan Xi, your future husband is dying, come save me quickly!"

Mi Xi stared at Ya as if he were an idiot, struggling to sit up despite the pain.

As he lifted his head, his eyes met a pair of familiar ones; he thought he was hallucinating.

He blinked hard, and when he saw Lan Xi standing close in front of him, a relieved smile appeared on his lips, and he also breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Lan Xi was unharmed.