Chapter 1092: Chapter 1092

Mu Qianxue gave a slight nod, then turned her head to glance once more at Ling Feng, who lay unconscious on the ground. Her delicate fists tightened without her even realizing it.

"Can we wait a few more days?"

She bit down on her lip. With Ling Feng in this condition, how could she possibly bear to leave?

"You are the Saintess. The choice rests with you."

Night Weiyang shrugged carelessly, his tone calm yet distant. "But you must understand that he and we belong to different worlds."

Mu Qianxue clenched her teeth. She might have changed, but no matter what she became, Ling Feng's place in her heart could never be erased.

"Ah, do as you please then."

Night Weiyang gave a soft sigh. His gaze shifted toward Canglong Demon Ruler and his voice turned cold. "Canglong Demon Ruler, the Saintess will remain in your palace for two days. You have no objections, do you?"

"No objections, no objections."

Canglong Demon Ruler nodded repeatedly, though in his heart he was cursing. Damn it, two more days?

Mu Qianxue extended her hand and drew Ling Feng's body into her arms. Cradling him in a horizontal embrace, her expression chilled as she asked, "Where is the Dragon Transformation Pool?"

Her voice was like frost biting through bone, commanding without a trace of anger. Even Canglong Demon Ruler felt his heart tighten.

This was no longer the frail girl from before. With a single movement, she might very well end his old life!

The Canglong Demon Ruler's face twitched. It was plain she intended to use the energy of the Dragon Transformation Pool to heal Ling Feng's injuries.

"Please… please follow me."

Canglong Demon Ruler's heart sank. He wished he could slap himself twice. Why had he spoken so recklessly earlier?

Before long, he led Mu Qianxue and Night Weiyang toward the Dragon Transformation Pool. On the vast square outside, the corpses of Red Dragon Envoy and Silver Wolf Demon Emperor still lay in sight, stirring whispers among the crowd.

Two peak demon emperors, gone!

The disciples murmured in awe. Some speculated about the true nature of the Jiuli Divine Clan. Others marveled that Mu Qianxue had always been a saintess, though none of them had ever seen the truth until now.

"Unbelievable. Who would have thought things would turn out ?"

Black Dragon Envoy shook his head. Involving the divine race was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

It was utterly humiliating for Canglong Demon Ruler. Though he was a mighty great emperor of the demon race, he had been reduced to bowing before a human youth who had not even reached the emperor realm.

Still, what choice was there? They were of the divine clan.

The divine clan really was that formidable!

Not far away, Bai Linger finally relaxed when she saw Mu Qianxue carrying Ling Feng. She turned to her mother and whispered, "Mother, what is the Jiuli Divine Clan? Does this mean Long Fei will be all right?"

Bai Su brushed away her daughter's tears and sighed. "The so-called divine clans are the descendants of gods who dwell in the lower world. The Jiuli Divine Clan, according to legend, are the children of the Flame God. Because they carry divine blood, their talent far surpasses that of humans or demons, and their lifespans are much longer."

"Moreover, the blood of the divine clans carries the potential to become gods themselves. For ordinary cultivators, this is nearly impossible. If the divine clans have a one-in-ten chance of ascending beyond worlds, then for ordinary cultivators it would be one in ten thousand, perhaps even less."

"Among the divine race, a Great Emperor is only of mid tier rank. Above them are Great Saints and even those of the Ancestral Realm. To give you perspective, even if the three great sanctums of the Nanjiang Demon Domain joined together, they would not match a single finger of a Great Saint!"

"They are that strong?"

Bai Linger gasped. Her eyes shone with sudden hope. "Then does that mean Long Fei will survive?"

Bai Su could only sigh again. Her foolish daughter had already given her heart to that human boy.

But Bai Linger's joy faded almost instantly, replaced by sorrow. "She is the saintess of the divine clan. I am only a demon woman..."

Her teeth clenched tight. Her heart ached bitterly.

How could he ever care for her?

Bai Su gently stroked her daughter's head and whispered, "Silly child, let him go. Even without Xue'er, there could never be a future between you."

Tears slid silently down Bai Linger's face.

She looked up at her mother with eyes reddened from weeping.

Bai Su gathered her into an embrace and patted her back. "Cry. Once you have cried enough, you will feel better."

She had lived long enough to see clearly what her daughter could not. The gap between Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue was as vast as heaven and earth. For Ling Feng and Bai Linger, there was almost no path forward.

Better to cut away hope completely than let her daughter sink deeper.

In the shadows, Demon-Masked Lord and Blood Sword Heavenly Lord seized the moment to slip away from the Canglong Sanctum.

With the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor dead, their pillar of support had fallen. There was no reason to remain.

"Damn it. That Ling Feng's life is too stubborn. Even now he refuses to die!"

Blood Sword Heavenly Lord growled. Ling Feng had been on the brink of death, and then a saintess of the divine clan appeared out of nowhere.

"Isn't it better that he survived?"

Lin Canglang gave a strange laugh. "Did you not notice? When Ling Feng erupted at the end, there was power of the Supreme Lotus Seed within him. By now, the Corpse Fiend Gu Curse must have rooted itself deep in his sea of mind. Sooner or later, he will be mine."

"Hehehe, true enough!"

The Blood Sword Heavenly Lord sneered, lowering his voice. "But with two from the divine clans at his side, dealing with him will be far harder."

"No. Those two will not stay long. That boy will fall into our hands eventually."

Lin Canglang let out a cold snort. In his mind rose the shadowy figure who had bestowed upon him the Devil's Love-Forgetting Art. A thought stirred. Could that black-robed man also belong to the divine clans?

This world was far broader than he had imagined. The stronger his power grew, the higher his ambition soared.

So what if they were divine clans? He, Lin Canglang, was chosen by destiny. Even they would one day be crushed beneath his feet!

Inside the Canglong Sanctum, at the Dragon Transformation Pool.

"This is the Dragon Transformation Pool of my clan."

Canglong Demon Ruler pointed to the cave ahead, his heart bleeding.

Five hundred years of accumulation had filled this pool. Now it would be wasted for a human!

If Ling Feng had been willing to serve him, lending the pool might have been acceptable. But instead he had failed to win Ling Feng over, and had lost two peak demon emperors in the process.

"You may leave. Night Weiyang, stand guard outside. Let no one approach."

Mu Qianxue did not even look at Canglong Demon Ruler. Holding Ling Feng in her arms, she walked straight into the cave.

"So now I am reduced to a servant."

Night Weiyang rubbed his temples, then glanced at the demon ruler. He curled his lips in disdain. "Why are you still here, Canglong Demon Ruler?"

Canglong Demon Ruler gave one last reluctant look at the cave before turning away.

Inside, his heart howled. Fuck. Just because they're a divine race, does that give them the right to take whatever they want? This bullying of the demon race has gone too far!

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