Chapter 0:75. The Most Precious Item
Not long after, five giant Eternal Seal Ice blocks were carefully transported into the Demon Emperor’s dungeon by a crowd of Abyss Guards, each one as large as the block behind Mo Qingyang.
Back when he was ransacking the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect’s treasury with Yi Chengying, Qin Gou discovered that the treasury contained quite a bit of Eternal Seal Ice used to protect spirit plants and top-tier pills. However, he didn’t expect that by merely mentioning he needed a batch of Eternal Seal Ice, Little Chair would generously send over the largest and most precious ones.
It was clear that her influence within the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect was now considerable.
“Be careful, slowly now.”
The Abyss Guards transported the Eternal Seal Ice with extreme caution, afraid that one wrong move would trigger them and lead to eternal damnation.
“Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I consider my spiritual power control to be exceptional. Allow me to share your burden.” As he spoke, Qin Gou suddenly unleashed his spiritual power, lifting the five giant Eternal Seal Ice blocks into the air without anyone’s permission.
“You!”
“Madman!”
For a moment, all the Abyss Guards were terrified and screamed, staring intently at Qin Gou as if he were a complete idiot with no sense of self-preservation.
“Bastard, do you know what this is?!” Even Mo Qingyang’s expression drastically changed, a Demon Emperor of his generation in utter dread.
Only Qin Gou remained unfazed, his demeanor calm and collected, as he used his spiritual power to steadily move the incredibly dangerous Eternal Seal Ice.
During this time, almost everyone held their breath, fearing they might disturb Qin Gou.
Finally, the five blocks of Eternal Seal Ice were arranged in a rather intriguing way, forming a circle around Mo Qingyang, with his original block at the very center.
Mo Qingyang showed no gratitude, his body exuding a powerful killing intent, like a plague god.
Qin Gou cupped his fists, his gaze intense, and said with righteous indignation, “Demon Emperor, I beg your pardon. I merely wished to prove that as the Abyss Emperor’s Son-in-law, this Qin is not solely useful for his Faceless Hermit bloodline and exceptionally fast recovery speed.”
“Your control over spiritual power is terrifyingly strong. With such astonishing talent, why did you not achieve great renown in the Abyss before?” Mo Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
“To be honest with the Demon Emperor, I am the current master of the Faceless Hermit lineage. It’s just that my clan has fallen on hard times, and I haven’t been able to catch your eye,” Qin Gou said, taking out the Great Seal given to him by the Great Elder.
Mo Qingyang’s spiritual power swept over it, confirming it was an ancient clan seal. His tone turned sinister and cruel, “I don’t want to see a repeat of this. My life’s greatest pet peeve is someone acting on their own accord! You… leave!”
“Thank you for your magnanimity, Demon Emperor.”
“Half a month.”
After taking only two steps and before he could feel relieved, Mo Qingyang uttered another deadline.
Qin Gou’s face immediately turned as black as coal, and he lowered his head, cupping his fists.
…
Returning to Kong Ling’s side, Qin Gou asked impatiently, “Xiao Ling’er, how many sisters do you actually have? Or rather, how many sisters does Mo Ning have?”
“Quite a few, perhaps over ten.”
“What?!”
Qin Gou’s eyes were glazed over as he muttered to himself, “Over ten, half a month… Mo Qingyang, your heart is truly venomous.”
Kong Ling said with a puzzled expression, “Master, have you encountered some trouble? By the way, although there are twelve in total, only two remain in the Abyss Palace. The other sisters are scattered all over the Abyss. However, I heard that for some reason, the Demon Emperor suddenly ordered them all to return to the Abyss Palace two days ago.”
“So that old man had plans all along,” Qin Gou muttered, scratching his head dejectedly. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a dark, black coffin, and he asked in confusion, “Xiao Ling’er, what is this?”
“I don’t know either. It was delivered to the palace just now, said to be a gift from the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect! Is this Master’s intention or Eldest Senior Brother’s? It seems like every one of Mo Ning’s brothers and sisters, including Mo Yu, received a mysterious gift, and this coffin was specifically named to be delivered to Master… Bah! Xiao Ling’er is speaking without thinking, please punish me, Master.” Kong Ling awkwardly slapped her own mouth.
This was certainly not Zhao Xinting’s doing. The dignified Purple Extreme Demon Lord was currently gracefully moving amongst fluttering sleeves in the Hidden Bamboo Bathhouse, charming everyone he met.
“Little Chair, what on earth are you plotting?” Qin Gou suspiciously examined the large coffin before him.
“Little Chair?”
“She’s a friend of mine, the current Holy Lord of the Purple Extreme Demonic Sect, who handles affairs for your Eldest Senior Brother.” Qin Gou explained as he placed his hand on the coffin lid.
The coffin lid was sealed with white paper and red characters, bearing the words ‘Precious Item, Handle with Care’.
“What precious item could it be? Currently, the most precious thing in the entire Purple Extreme Demonic Sect to me is no other than…” Qin Gou suddenly paused, his tone laced with anticipation, and joked, “This Silly Chair wouldn’t have sent herself over, would she?”
With that, Qin Gou forcefully lifted the coffin lid.
Inside, there was only a rather luxurious and exquisite wine cup, with a small, clean white letter placed inside.
Although it was a joke, Qin Gou couldn’t help but see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. He picked up the white letter and glanced at it. There weren’t many words, and the handwriting was very familiar.
‘Lord Qin, drip your blood here.’
Kong Ling, who had also seen the handwriting on the letter, immediately warned, “Master, this is an item of contract. You must not be careless, lest you fall into a wicked person’s trap.”
Qin Gou could naturally tell that this wine cup was some kind of contract item, sealed by dripping fresh blood. It was like his dream soul spirit tool. However, he still smiled calmly, giving Kong Ling a reassuring look, and without any hesitation, used his spiritual power to draw a drop of blood from his fingertip and drip it into the wine cup.
Because it was Yi Chengying.
The girl who knew how to repay kindness, and who was always a hundred times more ruthless to herself than to others.
As Qin Gou’s blood fell into the wine cup, a deep shadow suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cup. A soft meow inexplicably sounded in the room, and two chubby cat paws suddenly emerged from the shadow, pulling the wine cup into the darkness.
This seemed to signify the successful conclusion of the contract.
And before Qin Gou could react, the shadows in the coffin shifted rapidly, transforming from chaos into a slender, delicate humanoid figure – a figure Qin Gou was very familiar with…
Immediately after, both Qin Gou and Kong Ling felt a dazzling blur before their eyes.
” Ouch!” Hearing a pained cry, a slender and graceful young girl in a pleated flower skirt sat up abruptly from the coffin.
At this moment, she was holding a half-eaten large white steamed bun in her hands. But as the instigator, she quickly realized what had happened and nervously presented the large white bun to Qin Gou as if it were a treasure.
“Lord Qin… would you like a bite?” Yi Chengying said with a sweet, yet mischievous smile.
