Chapter 079: Demon Lord Selection
Demon Emperor City, Abyss Palace.
As Qin Gou walked into the palace, and he looked at the familiar scenery around them, Kong Ling and Mo Yu felt more anxious than ever. However, they soon encountered someone unexpected.
“Mo Ning?”
Qin Gou looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him, clad in a majestic black armor with a sleek ponytail resting on her chest, and exclaimed in surprise, “Weren’t you captured and interrogated by the Ten Pillar Demon Lord?”
“Are you Lord Qin Gou?” Mo Ning’s clear eyes flashed with surprise and joy, and she exclaimed, “Long time no see, Qin Sheng!”
“Mo Ning, how exactly did you escape?” Kong Ling, who had been sitting on Qin Gou’s shoulder like a doll, immediately floated in front of Mo Ning.
“I didn’t escape. My ancestor, Lu Changli, who is the Fanyin Demon Lord, protected me. Moreover, Mother Queen she also…”
“Holy Queen (Mother Queen), what exactly happened to her?” Kong Ling and Mo Yu immediately asked with concern.
“Mother Queen took all the blame upon herself. The only thing I know for sure now is that Mother Queen is still alive!” A flicker of pain flashed in Mo Ning’s eyes as she gritted her teeth, her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white.
Whether in her past life or now, Lu Zhili was the only one who could subdue this overbearing Grand Princess with just a few words. She was also the person she most admired.
“Don’t worry, I will participate in this Ten Pillar Demon Lord Selection. At that time, this Seat and that Fanyin Demon Lord Lu Changli will act together, and we will surely protect Lu Zhili’s safety.” Qin Gou comforted her with a gentle tone. Taking all the blame upon herself? That was indeed her nature.
“You are going to participate in the Demon Lord Selection?” Mo Ning’s little face was startled.
Qin Gou smiled knowingly, “That’s right, Little Dot, have you forgotten? I can now easily wield the blood of the Faceless Hermit.”
Kong Ling said with a firm tone, “I will go with my Master.”
“Me too.” Mo Yu nodded as well.
“You…” Mo Ning looked at Kong Ling with a disappointed expression, “With your current cultivation, I’m afraid you won’t be able to help Lord Qin Gou.”
“Then you go. In these past few days, you should be able to skillfully use my Natal Spirit Tool, right?”
“Me?” Mo Ning shook her head helplessly, wishing she could help but being powerless, “Don’t forget, this body of ours has genuine Human Race blood, how can we have the qualifications to participate in this matter? And Mo Yu, the Ten Pillar Demon Lords will not allow fellow clan members to exist, so you cannot help either.”
“Mo Ning is right. Kong Ling and Mo Yu, you can wait peacefully in the Abyss Palace. If you don’t trust others, don’t you trust me?” Qin Gou teased lightly, and looked at Mo Ning meaningfully, “What about Mo Qingyang…”
Mo Ning understood tacitly, “He is still frozen in place, and no one is willing to take the risk of moving him. Currently, all the Demon Lords should be discussing whether to unseal him in advance, or to seek the Demon God’s decree… Once it is confirmed that Mo Qingyang cannot be saved, the Ten Pillar Demon Lord Selection will begin immediately, there is no time to delay.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Gou nodded slightly. It wasn’t that he cared about Mo Qingyang’s life or death, but the other eight Ban Qin Sabers, were very likely still in Mo Qingyang’s dungeon.
The situation back then was too urgent, and he didn’t know that this item was so important to Little Banwei, or rather ‘Nine Saint Monarch’. Otherwise, he would have found a way to get it first.
…
As if to confirm Mo Ning’s words, within a few days of Qin Gou arriving at the Abyss Palace, a colossal Blood Mist Door appeared out of nowhere in the Demon Emperor City, which was the entrance to the Ten Pillar Demon Lord Selection trial.
This scene was not only happening in the Demon Emperor City, but similar entrances appeared in all the more prosperous cities in the Demon Race Abyss. However, only those with the bloodline of the seventy-two ancient clans and who did not have a fellow clan member as one of the Demon Lords could enter.
Otherwise, if anyone who disregarded the rules and came from an insignificant clan dared to intrude, they would be instantly annihilated by the Blood Mist Door without any mercy.
Furthermore, each ancient clan had to send two clan members into the Blood Mist Door simultaneously. Since the Faceless Hermit clan was not good at combat and had lost a large number of ancient texts, their clan members’ average strength was not high. Qin Gou directly chose Yan Chunchun, with whom he was most familiar.
Although this fellow’s cultivation was not high, his ability to act coy and seductive was first-class. He had always been the top performer at the Hidden Bamboo Bathhouse, scamming countless pitiful young demons out of their energy in vain. At a critical moment, he might just achieve victory through unexpected means.
The two entered the Blood Mist Door hand in hand, and the scene before them changed abruptly.
Qin Gou had initially assumed that this Blood Mist Door would, like the Dragon Saint trial he had participated in for Qingyu, forcibly separate him and his companions. To his surprise, he and Yan Chuchun instantly appeared side by side in a city with a bizarre atmosphere.
This city was very similar to the Demon Emperor City where Qin Gou and the others were before, but it was empty all around, dead silent, as if telling them that this place had only deliberately imitated the appearance of the Demon Emperor City. In reality, it should be a special space similar to the Little Profound Realm.
“Clan Leader, where should we go?” Yan Chuchun asked in a low voice.
Qin Gou waited for a moment, then said calmly, “Let’s search around first and take it one step at a time. For a trial that gives no instructions at all, the worst thing you can do is stay put.”
“Yes.” Yan Chuchun had long regarded Qin Gou as his pillar of support and nodded without hesitation.
Not long after, Qin Gou and Yan Chuchun encountered two other demons in a narrow alley.
Naturally, the other party did not know the true purpose of this round of trial. However, as a fierce and savage race, they did not hesitate at all and began to attack Qin Gou and Yan Chuchun. After all, no matter what, reducing the number of enemies by two through the simplest and most direct method was a good thing.
However, Qin Gou’s luck seemed to be very good this time. He had not encountered any insurmountable opponents so far. Not only these two, but several subsequent encounters were also concluded with relative ease.
After an hour.
Although Qin Gou and Yan Chuchun had not sustained any serious injuries, they could not help but feel a little bewildered. Was this so-called Ten Pillar Demon Lord trial meant to be resolved through the most primitive method of killing?
Qin Gou also keenly sensed something even stranger: for no reason, he had begun to find Yan Chuchun more and more pleasing to the eye.
This was not to say that Qin Gou had particularly disliked Yan Chuchun before, but he genuinely felt that every time this fellow used his innate power to transform into a woman, he had to become such an extremely charming and seductive beauty, which made those who knew the truth feel extremely awkward.
Just as Qin Gou was pondering whether this power that was affecting his emotions was part of the trial, he and Yan Chuchun experienced another dazzling bout of dizziness. When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a deserted wine shop with its doors and windows tightly shut.
At the same time, a cold, sinister voice with a hint of amusement and teasing rang out.
“Kill your fellow clan members.”
