Chapter 1092: Chapter 1093: Dragon Transformation Pond!
"I understand."
Mu Qianxue nodded slightly, looked again at Ling Feng, who had fallen to the ground, and couldn’t help but clench her delicate fists.
"Can we wait a few more days?"
Mu Qianxue bit her lip. Given Ling Feng’s current state, how could she bear to leave?
"You’re the Holy Daughter, it’s up to you."
Yee Weiyang shrugged nonchalantly and said, "But you should understand, he is not from the same world as us."
"I know, I know..."
Mu Qianxue bit her silver teeth tightly, even though she was no longer the original Mu Qianxue, Ling Feng in her heart had become indelible.
"Well, it’s up to you then."
Yee Weiyang sighed lightly, looking towards the Emperor Dark Dragon, and snorted: "Emperor Dark Dragon, you don’t mind if the Holy Daughter stays in your palace for a couple of days, do you?"
"No, no objections."
The Emperor Dark Dragon answered repeatedly while cursing inwardly: Damn, two more days?
"Wait a minute."
Mu Qianxue extended her hand, lifted Ling Feng’s body in her arms, and said coldly: "Where is the Dragon Transformation Pond?"
Her voice was icy and carried authority without anger, causing even the Emperor Dark Dragon to feel a shiver in his heart.
This was not the soft and weak girl from before, now she could probably take his old life with just a turn of her hand!
"This..."
The muscles on the face of the Emperor Dark Dragon twisted; it was obvious Mu Qianxue intended to use the energy of the Dragon Transformation Pond to heal the gravely injured Ling Feng.
"Please... please follow me."
Wishing he could cry, the Emperor Dark Dragon longed to give himself a few hard slaps: why did he have to open his big mouth back then!
In a short while, the Emperor Dark Dragon led Mu Qianxue and Yee Weiyang to the Dragon Transformation Pond. On the vast plaza, everyone gazed at the corpses of the Red Dragon Envoy and Silver Wolf Demon Emperor on the ground, sighing one after another.
These were two Peak Demon Emperors!
The disciples whispered among themselves, either speculating on what the Jiuli Divine Race was or marveling that Mu Qianxue turned out to be the Holy Daughter, something they hadn’t noticed at all before.
"Unbelievable, things have actually turned out this way."
The Black Dragon Envoy shook his head, astonished that the situation had escalated to involve the Divine Race—truly unexpected.
It’s truly difficult for the Emperor Dark Dragon, who, despite his status as a Demon Emperor, has to bow and scrape before a human boy who isn’t even at the Emperor Level.
But it can’t be helped; after all, they are from the Divine Race.
The Divine Race—is just that impressive!
On the other side, Bai Ling’er, seeing Ling Feng rescued by Mu Qianxue, felt a slight relief and turned to her mother, asking softly, "Mother, what kind of race is the Jiuli Divine Race? Also, will Long Fei be alright?"
"Silly girl."
Bai Su wiped away the tears on Bai Ling’er’s face, sighed gently, and said, "The so-called Divine Race is the descendants of the gods in the Lower Realm, and the Jiuli Divine Race is said to be the descendants of the God of Flames. With the bloodline of the gods, they possess greater talent than ordinary humans or demons, and have much longer lifespans."
"Moreover, the descendants of the Divine Race have the potential to become deities, which for ordinary cultivators is almost unattainable. If the chance for the Divine Race to ascend and break realms is ten percent, then for ordinary cultivators, it’s probably one ten-thousandth of that ten percent, or even less."
"In the Divine Race, an Emperor Strong is just a mid-level existence. Among them, there are Great Saints and Ancestor Realm experts. Not to mention the Dark Dragon Palace, even if all three Great Temples of the Southern Border Demon Domain were together, they wouldn’t match up to a single Great Saint, who could point a finger and wipe them out!"
"That... that’s so powerful!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Ling’er couldn’t help but take a deep breath, then became joyful, "So that means Long Fei doesn’t have to die."
"Yes, yes."
Bai Su sighed and shook her head. It seemed her silly daughter had genuinely fallen for that human boy.
Bai Ling’er first smiled, then her expression turned bleak, "She is the Holy Daughter of the Divine Race, and I... am just a demoness..."
Thinking of this, Bai Ling’er bit her silver teeth, feeling a bitterness in her heart.
How could he possibly like her!
Bai Su gently patted her daughter’s head, speaking softly, "Silly girl, forget him. Even without Xue’er, it’s impossible between you two."
Tears slid down her cheeks.
Bai Ling’er looked up deeply at her mother, her eyes already red.
"Sigh..."
Bai Su embraced her daughter, gently patting her back, "Cry, you’ll feel better after crying."
Being someone who had been through similar things, Bai Su saw things much clearer than Bai Ling’er. In fact, the identities of Ling Feng and Mu Qianxue were worlds apart, making any relationship between them almost impossible.
She just didn’t want to give her daughter any illusions, hoping she would give up completely.
In a secluded corner, the Ghost-faced Demon Lord and the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch seized the chaos to leave the Dark Dragon Palace.
Now that the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor was dead, and their backer fallen, there was no need for them to stay in the Demon Clan.
"Damn it, that Ling Feng really has a tough fate, even now he didn’t die!"
The Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch grumbled, originally expecting Ling Feng would be bound for death, but halfway through, a Divine Race Holy Daughter appeared.
"Him not dying might be even better."
Lin Canglang chuckled eerily, "Didn’t you sense that during Ling Feng’s last burst, there was a mix of Supreme Lotus Seed’s power, now, those Corpse Poisonous Insect Curses, should have deeply rooted in his Sea of Consciousness, sooner or later, he will become my puppet!"
"Heh heh heh, that’s true!"
The Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch laughed sinisterly, then added in a deep voice, "But that boy has two divine beings by his side, it will be even harder to deal with him in the future."
"No, those two divine beings clearly won’t stay long. That boy will eventually fall into your and my hands."
Lin Canglang let out a light snort, and the image of that black-robed figure who granted him the "Heavenly Demon Forget Love Technique" flashed through his mind. He couldn’t help but think to himself: Could that black-robed figure be one of the so-called Divine Race?
This world is far larger and more vast than I imagined. The stronger one is, the greater their ambition becomes.
Hmph, what of the Divine Race, I, Lin Canglang, am heaven’s chosen. Even the Divine Race will one day be trampled under my feet!
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Dark Dragon Palace, Dragon Transformation Pond.
"This is our clan’s Dragon Transformation Pond."
The Emperor Dark Dragon pointed to a cave ahead, his heart feeling like it was bleeding.
The Dragon Transformation Pond that took five hundred years to fill with energy, just handed over so easily!
If Ling Feng were willing to align with him, it would be worth it to let him use it. But now, not only did he fail to win Ling Feng over, but he also lost two Peak Demon Emperors.
A blood loss!
"You can leave now. Yee Weiyang, guard the cave for me, and don’t let anyone near."
Mu Qianxue, not sparing a glance at the Emperor Dark Dragon, carried Ling Feng inside the cave.
"Gah, I’ve turned into a servant."
Yee Weiyang rubbed her temples, turned to the Emperor Dark Dragon, and gestured, "Emperor Dark Dragon, aren’t you leaving?"
"Yes, yes..."
Feeling deeply pained, the Emperor Dark Dragon glanced sorrowfully at her, whispering to himself: Damn it, still here? Doesn’t this just mean I have to listen to her for two days? Too unfair for demons!