Chapter 335: Chapter 335

Everyone was shocked. Although they had come with hope, that hope was minimal—everyone had prepared for failure. But the reality exceeded everyone's expectations—Xiaoyao had actually opened it.

"You... who exactly are you? Why do you have such pure Demon Cult bloodline? Did you cultivate the Heavenly Demon Technique? No, that's impossible..."

The box opening could only have one reason—the blood had very pure Demon Cult bloodline. To possess such pure Demon Cult bloodline, one either had to purify it through cultivating the Heavenly Demon Technique, or possess it naturally.

However, the Heavenly Demon Technique had been lost for so long that even in the past, it would have been impossible to possess such pure bloodline, much less now. Theoretically, only cultivating the Heavenly Demon Technique could grant such pure bloodline, but Xiaoyao hadn't cultivated the Heavenly Demon Technique.

Then why did Xiaoyao possess such pure Demon Cult bloodline? This question left people confused and completely baffled.

They now only wanted to ask who Xiaoyao's parents were, because this matter was definitely related to his parents. This bloodline must have come from his parents, not from him mysteriously possessing it—even a monstrous genius couldn't change this.

This question was one Xiaoyao very much wanted to ask himself.

It seems my parents are quite extraordinary...

Black Wind Stronghold fell into an eerie silence...

The people who had been there originally had all left or—died, and the people finally remaining here all came from elsewhere, not even belonging to the Eastern European Kingdom.

This group of people was now not far from Black Wind Stronghold's mountain gate. They were equally silent at this moment, not making any sound, because they couldn't have imagined their objective this time had succeeded. This success came too unexpectedly and easily.

However, what silenced them wasn't the successful result, but the reason for this success—Xiaoyao's blood had opened that box.

After ruling out that Xiaoyao had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Technique, this answer shocked them even more. His bloodline could only come from his parents, which meant his parents might be peerless experts who had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Technique.

If that were the case, then they should also belong to the Demon Cult. Why had they never known about this?

"Xiaoyao, who are your parents?"

"Who are my parents? If I knew that, I wouldn't be here." Xiaoyao looked at Hei Xue irritably, because like everyone else, Hei Xue was puzzled about Xiaoyao's bloodline.

This couldn't be blamed on Hei Xue's curiosity. Anyone would want to know, including Xiaoyao himself. Even if it hadn't happened to him, he would be somewhat curious—this matter was rather strange.

However, obviously he wouldn't know about this, because he had come here precisely to find this clue.

"It seems your parents might be very important people in the Demon Cult. Perhaps your identity isn't simple either," Hei Xue said. "Some people's position as cult master might only be temporary."

Hei Xue's latter statement was actually explaining about Xiaoyao's bloodline—his bloodline might cause violent changes in the Demon Cult's situation.

Even if Fan Gao didn't understand immediately, he could quickly figure it out. Hei Xue's hint was very obvious—if he couldn't comprehend even this, then he wasn't qualified to compete with Hei Xue for Demon Cult power.

Fan Gao remained silent, looking at Xiaoyao with eyes that seemed somewhat uncertain, as if he had decisions he couldn't make.

Regarding Fan Gao's attitude, Hei Xue could guess what he was thinking. As she had said, originally this situation was under Fan Gao's control—he had restrained Hei Xue and opened this box, obtaining the secrets inside. This was already enough to convince others and prevent Demon Cult followers from objecting to his rule.

But Xiaoyao's bloodline could make all his efforts come to nothing, because his competition with Hei Xue was only for proxy authority in the absence of a cult master, not for being the true cult master. When the true cult master appeared, they could only surrender their power.

To become the Demon Cult Master, the most crucial condition was Demon Cult bloodline. This point was both very simple and extremely difficult—simple because bloodline didn't require effort and could be inherited from the previous generation, but difficult because it required your parents to possess it, which wasn't your choice, and effort was useless.

Originally, everyone's bloodline was either nonexistent or very weak, requiring several generations of effort cultivating the Heavenly Demon Technique, plus bloodline matching, to produce relatively pure bloodline. Only then could someone become the true Demon Cult Master and command the entire Demon Cult.

These were all matters for several generations later, currently negligible issues. Therefore, internal power struggles in the Demon Cult focused on the acting cult master position. Fan Gao could now be said to have secured this, precisely because Xiaoyao's blood had opened that box.

Regardless of what was inside, the credit for opening the box was his, and the contents surely wouldn't be simple, so it was enough to convince others.

This was Fan Gao's objective, but ridiculously, achieving this objective would inevitably create someone who threatened his position, because the Demon Cult bloodline needed to open this box was sufficient to become the current Demon Cult Master. Currently, no one with such bloodline would have competitors.

This point had been overlooked by him and everyone else, including Hei Xue, because no one thought such a person existed. They hadn't considered this matter would succeed, so they hadn't thought about what would happen after success. The result was this extremely frustrating situation for Fan Gao.

This seemed like lifting a stone to drop on his own foot. This matter was something he had single-handedly promoted—he had proven Xiaoyao's bloodline, and this brought direct threats to his position.

Now he was considering whether to cover up this matter...

"What do you want to do? Do you still want to attack him? You know the Demon Cult's rules—our own people can duel, but absolutely cannot kill each other. You know what the consequences would be," Hei Xue was somewhat worried. She felt Fan Gao wouldn't do such a thing because he wouldn't dare, but sometimes people dare to do anything—you can't judge whether people will do something based on whether they dare.

"Don't worry, I'm not that crazy. I won't kill you, but I also won't let this matter spread," Fan Gao finally said with a smile, his gaze toward Xiaoyao becoming calm.

"What do you want to do?" Hei Xue asked—this was questioning, the kind when you've already guessed what the other party wants to do.

Xiaoyao didn't grasp Hei Xue's attitude at this moment, just saying, "You're really dumb enough. His meaning is that he wants to imprison us, maybe for life."

"You don't need to tell me—I know." Hei Xue said irritably.

"You knew and still asked..." Xiaoyao said quietly, seemingly having strong objections to this.

"Can't I ask?" Hei Xue pouted, directly leaving Xiaoyao speechless. She had pulled out women's privilege, and he felt continuing to argue with her would be very unwise.

Fan Gao and others also fell silent. They couldn't have imagined Hei Xue had such a side—so womanly. Was this still that domineering female demon head?

Although Hei Xue hadn't done anything cruel and hadn't killed anyone personally, this didn't mean she was kind—on the contrary, she was cold and decisive in killing.

She just hadn't acted personally, but many of her orders and decisions would cost some people their lives, such as conquering Heavenly Gate, eliminating sects like Azure Dragon Society. When making decisions, she had no hesitation, much less mercy.

From her ability to seize Demon Cult power, you could tell she wasn't a simple person, possessing many things not visible on the surface. Those who knew her wouldn't consider her a merciful person.

Yet such a woman actually had such expressions, using almost coquettish and unreasonable methods to deal with a man—this naturally made people feel very surprised, incredibly surprised. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on ɴovelfire.net

However, Fan Gao wouldn't let this scene remain silent too long. He spoke to break the silence, looking at Xiaoyao, "I don't know why you have such pure bloodline. Perhaps in the past, I would have supported you becoming the new generation's cult master, but at this time I'm unwilling and not resigned, so I can only trouble you. You and Hei Xue can live a carefree lifetime and have a child. I'll make this child the new cult master."

What Fan Gao said wasn't just to comfort Xiaoyao and keep him stable—he genuinely had this idea, because restoring Demon Cult orthodoxy was also a wish of the Demon Cult for these three thousand years. He hoped to see it himself.

Although confining Xiaoyao was for his position, this position would eventually be passed to the next generation, and he hoped the next generation would have true Demon Cult bloodline, truly reuniting the Demon Cult.

"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense. If you want to confine me, then confine me, but don't randomly play matchmaker. What child would I have with her?" Xiaoyao strongly protested this statement.

"Xiaoyao, we'll eventually have a child. Don't you like children?" For Hei Xue, this statement was naturally no problem. She had already tied her latter half of life to Xiaoyao—this was her unwavering thought and something everyone knew.

"I do like children, but the mother of my children definitely won't be you," Xiaoyao replied irritably. After saying this, he felt somewhat strange—why was he saying this? This was completely unnecessary.

"Perhaps your children might not necessarily be born by me, but what I give birth to will definitely be your children," Hei Xue said very seriously.