Chapter 103

Chapter 103: The Demon Clan’s Provocation

A mirror appeared in Yun Qing Yu’s hand. She poured spiritual power into it, and the mirror rose into the air. A water screen formed in the sky facing Cangyuan Sect’s array.

Soon, more water screens appeared, and the images of the six sects came into view one by one. With these six Water-Moon Mirages, the sects could communicate anytime and anywhere. After every Langya Secret Realm, the six sects also had a tradition of tallying gains together.

On the water screens, it was clear at a glance which sect had gained more and which had gained less. The amount of resources won often showed the strength of each sect’s young generation. Last time, there had been an upset: a cultivator named Chang Le An forced his way past Yan Fan and took first place. But there was only one Chang Le An. Counting all disciples’ gains, the Sword Sect still fell to the bottom, while the Cangyuan Sect remained far ahead in first.

Now the tallying moment had come again. In past years the leaders would have started talking with excitement. This time, even as all six Water-Moon Mirages lit up, the field stayed terribly quiet. The Demon Clan had barged in out of nowhere. Nobody could bring themselves to smile.

At this moment, winning or losing did not matter. They only hoped more disciples had survived.

In the heavy silence, wild laughter suddenly rang out. Everyone from the six sects looked up. Beyond the six water screens, a seventh water screen took shape. On it stood a handsome man in red.

Smiling lightly, the man said: “Esteemed leaders of the six sects, are you pleased with the surprise I prepared for you?”

The air turned to ice. Lin Qing Ling bit her lip and said in a low voice: “It is the Demon King, Chi Ling.” Meng Yi Fei’s face went cold as well. Demon King Chi Ling’s true form was a Scarlet Flame Python. His bloodline was so pure he was only one step from turning into a dragon. Five hundred years ago the world had been defined by fighting within the Human Race, righteous against evil, but Chi Ling rose from the Demon Clan as a great demon and led them to grow quickly. Now the Demon Clan had become the greatest threat besides the demonic path itself.

“Oh my, your faces do not look good,” Chi Ling said with a laugh: “It seems you do not like my little surprise. That makes me… so happy.”

“Chi Ling,” Yun Qing Yu said coldly: “Where did you get a Water-Moon Mirage?”

Chi Ling chuckled and said: “There are only six true mirrors. How could I get one of those? But if I cannot get the real thing, a copy will do. Many within your six sects already look kindly upon my Demon Clan. Someone forged a replica and gifted it to this king.”

“These people know how to read the times. They understand the Human Race is weak and will be destroyed by my Demon Clan sooner or later, so they pledged allegiance early.” Raising his voice, he said: “They have done a service for the Demon Clan. When we unify the Nanlan Continent, I will reward them. The same goes for anyone else. If you wish to join us, I, Chi Ling, welcome you at any time.”

He openly tried to lure them on the spot. The faces of the six sect leaders turned ugly. That there were traitors among the Human Race was certain, but before this Langya Secret Realm affair, they had not known the infiltration was this deep. To handle a Water-Moon Mirage at all, a person had to be at least a Peak Master or a Hall Master. To not only access one but also forge a copy—what level of power did this Human Race traitor have? They did not dare to guess.

“Enough nonsense,” a giant three-meter-tall man from the Unity Sect shouted: “Chi Ling, you are not welcome here.”

“Why so rude?” Chi Ling smiled: “I came to bring you good news.” He paused, then grinned wide and said: “The Goldenwing Eagle entered this time carrying a Spirit-Seeking Pearl. With the pearl’s effect and his speed, your Human Race geniuses may not leave a single one behind. Tell me, is that not good news?”

He broke into louder laughter.

“Spirit-Seeking Pearl.” The six sect leaders felt their hearts jump. They knew the Demon Clan had only one such treasure. When it drew near, it could sense a living being’s talent. And Chi Ling had let the Goldenwing Eagle take it into the Langya Secret Realm. To wipe out the Human Race’s young generation, the Demon Clan had truly paid a heavy price.

Lin Qing Ling’s heart trembled. [Li Shuang… Liu Jun Cheng… I should not have let them enter the Langya Secret Realm. Please, let nothing happen to them.] Immortal Ling Xu frowned as well. With the Demon Clan acting like this, would Ye Zhao Zhao and the others still gain enough?

Enjoying their expressions, Chi Ling said with a smile: “This copy lasts only one hour as a projection. There is no need to rush me off. When time is up, I will leave on my own. Speaking of which, the Langya Secret Realm is about to end, yes? I hear you six have a tradition of comparing gains. This time, why not let our Demon Clan join in?”

He pointed to the array behind him. It was still empty, while the great demons nearby chatted and joked. Compared to the Human Race’s tension, the Demon Clan clearly had full confidence in their people.

“Or is it that you humans only dare to compare among yourselves and do not dare compare with us?” Chi Ling said with open provocation: “Do you already know the Human Race is born inferior to the Demon Clan?”

The six sect leaders’ faces grew even harder. They exchanged looks. At last, Yun Qing Yu said coolly: “It was only a small internal contest among the Human Race. If the Demon King insists on joining, we have no objection. Only, if the Demon Clan loses too badly, I hope the Demon King will not weep and make a scene.”

Chi Ling laughed and said: “Let us hope your little cubs of the Human Race truly have that kind of skill.”

He was as arrogant as ever. The six sects looked grim, yet there was nothing they could do for now. The Demon Clan’s sudden move and the presence of an unknown traitor had stirred doubts within the six sects. This time, only a head-on victory over the Demon Clan could lift the Human Race’s spirits again.

All eyes turned to the teleportation array.

At last, the time came. Lin Qing Ling snapped her gaze to it. A white light flashed, and a disciple appeared in the array.

“Yan Xiao, it is Junior Brother Yan,” Sheng Yuan said quickly.

Yan Xiao hurried to report his gains. Then more disciples arrived one after another.

Lin Qing Ling could not spare attention for the rest. She stared without blinking at the array, thinking: [Li Shuang, Liu Jun Cheng, please be safe.]