Chapter 0.63 Meeting the Demon Emperor
After transforming into Ao Banwei’s appearance, Qin Gou practiced in front of the mirror for a while. The person he wanted to imitate was certainly not the soft and cute Little White Dragon, but Ao Ai and Ye Yaoh. Otherwise, if he went before the Demon Emperor like this, it would be seeking trouble rather than seeking revenge.
Relying on his identity as the Emperor’s Son-in-law, Qin Gou could finally move freely within the Abyss Palace. Following the information he obtained from Mo Ning earlier, he successfully arrived at the entrance to the Demon Emperor’s dungeon.
He cautiously surveyed his surroundings. There were no guards. Perhaps Mo Qingyang didn’t need any. Qin Gou transformed into Ao Banwei’s form again, put on the Desireless Bracelet, and walked into the dungeon with steady steps.
A chilling cold permeated the air, piercing straight to the bone. Qin Gou felt his own twin pupils stiffen and slow down from the biting cold.
“Eternal Seal Ice,” Qin Gou recognized this extremely dangerous spirit material and proceeded with even greater caution.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a desperate scream rang out.
Not far away, a Demon Race Man with horns on his head and wearing ornate clothing was torn to pieces, turning into a mist of blood, and was completely devoured by a tall figure whose hair reached the ground.
“Who is it?”
The Desireless Bracelet completely concealed Qin Gou’s aura, but his footsteps were still keenly detected by Mo Qingyang.
“Who I am is not important, but the Demon Emperor should recognize me, or rather, recognize the me of the past.” Qin Gou revealed himself, his expression calm.
Mo Qingyang stared intently at Qin Gou’s current appearance, a hint of madness and covetousness flashing in his eyes.
“Sai-Saint Monarch?” To his disbelief, the voice of the current master of the Abyss trembled slightly.
“Come, call me Mother!” Qin Gou smiled and spread his hands.
Mo Qingyang opened his mouth in surprise, his old face twitching as he said, “You are not the Saint Monarch… you are merely the Saint Monarch’s seed.”
“Correct. Nine Saint Monarch will, of course, not revive so quickly.” Qin Gou looked around, acting as if he were at home. The only one who could act so casually in front of the Demon Emperor Mo Qingyang was likely the Nine Saint Monarch himself. Therefore, the more arrogant Qin Gou was, the more credible his identity became.
“Then, as a necessary seed for the Saint Monarch’s revival, why have you come before this Seat today?” Mo Qingyang’s gaze was completely fixed on Qin Gou, revealing deep admiration.
Qin Gou shrugged and casually said, “Ao Ai told me that the Nine Saint Monarch and the Demon Race’s Mo Qingyang had a close relationship back then, so I wanted to see what kind of person Mo Qingyang, who is now the Demon Emperor of the Abyss, is.”
“Ao Ai? It must be the Saint Monarch’s residual soul/emotion fragment. The Saint Monarch still occasionally mentions this Seat now!” For a moment, Mo Qingyang’s lips curved into a smile of triumph and satisfaction.
Qin Gou raised an eyebrow and asked, “Demon Emperor, what was that Demon Race Man just now? That fellow had demonic horns, so he must have had a noble bloodline. You killed him just like that?”
Upon hearing this, Mo Qingyang pondered for a moment and said, “Could that residual soul/emotion fragment named ‘Ao Ai’ hear the conversation between us at this moment?”
“No, but I can convey it to her at the same time,” Qin Gou said calmly.
Mo Qingyang nodded slightly, his eyes deep, and said, “Before I tell you, this Seat wants to know how much longer until the Saint Monarch can revive.”
Qin Gou recalled the time limit given for the ‘god-making’ mission to help Little White Dragon become the main consciousness of the Nine Saint Monarch, saying, “At least five more years.”
“Five years?”
A flash of madness crossed Mo Qingyang’s eyes. “Then I hope you can tell Ao Ai that everything this Seat has done, regardless of the cost, is solely to personally welcome the Saint Monarch’s return. Before that, this Seat will absolutely not die, nor will I be sealed by Eternal Seal Ice, entrusting my life and death entirely to others. That is why I used the Bloodline Nourishment Technique to stabilize my realm. Once the Saint Monarch returns in full strength, she will surely have a way to help Qingyang shed the drawbacks of this realm!”
“The Saint Monarch is the most astonishing and peerless woman in this world. There is nothing she cannot do.”
“Bloodline Nourishment Technique?” Qin Gou’s heart trembled, and he stared intently at Mo Qingyang, saying, “That Demon Race Man just now, was he your own offspring?”
“Don’t worry, this Seat has many offspring, and they will surely last until that wonderful moment when the Saint Monarch returns.” Mo Qingyang smiled cruelly and said sternly.
Qin Gou’s face was as cold as frost. “Do you really think that’s what I meant? Demon Emperor, are you truly a heartless wretch?”
“That’s why I said you are not the Saint Monarch herself at all, just a tiny seed.” A hint of disappointment appeared in Mo Qingyang’s eyes, and he said in a deep voice, “The true Saint Monarch would never be so petty! The Saint Monarch once said that Wu Qi killed his wife to seek command; what is wrong with me, Mo Qingyang, sacrificing my son to await you?”
The Warring States period, killing his wife to seek command?
Why would the Nine Saint Monarch know about this? Does this Cultivation World also have a cultivator named Wu Qi? Is it… a coincidence?
Mo Qingyang would never have imagined how profoundly his casual recollection of the past had shocked Qin Gou.
Seeing Qin Gou stunned, Mo Qingyang let out a chuckle, feeling even more that the person before him, despite possessing the Saint Monarch’s appearance, lacked her true disposition. He slowly stood up and approached Qin Gou.
Qin Gou coldly observed Mo Qingyang and asked in confusion, “What are you doing, Demon Emperor?”
“You are and yet you are not the Saint Monarch. It makes this Seat feel conflicted, but precisely because of this, it has given this Seat some opportunities to do things I would never have dared to do before… Saint Monarch, you must forgive Qingyang. Qingyang misses you too much, to the point of madness.”
With that, Mo Qingyang suddenly embraced Qin Gou with overwhelming dominance, his eyes burning with a playful heat as he slowly approached Qin Gou’s face, his target being Qin Gou’s lips.
Gazing at the rapidly approaching mouth, Qin Gou felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end. He quickly raised a hand, placed it on his brow, and after a pretense, his expression suddenly changed. With a sharp palm, he heavily struck Mo Qingyang’s face.
At this moment, Qin Gou was possessed by the souls of a hundred great actors. His eyes were filled with sadness and melancholy, but his tone was arrogant, as if he were schizophrenic. “Mo Qingyang, you are truly presumptuous! The Saint Monarch is like the white snow of Ying, elegant and refined, how can a lowly being like you blaspheme her existence?”
Mo Qingyang muttered in surprise and uncertainty, “Ao Ai?” Then, he reached out and touched his own face, which had just been slapped. Instead of getting angry, he laughed and said, “Putting other things aside, this slap truly has the Saint Monarch’s style. Indeed, an emotional fragment is much cuter than that indecisive little seed from before.”
Qin Gou sneered on the surface, but inwardly, a long-standing doubt was resolved.
Now, he finally knew who Mo Yu’s little brother’s strange hobby was inherited from!
