Chapter 318: Bow Down
by 夜阑妖歌Chapter 318: Bow Down
It was either Lennach or Beros. Beros stood his ground as he saw many demons looking at him, his expression unchanged and unaffected.
He didn't tell Wen Ying either.
Only Beros and Wen Ying knew what was going on.
This feeling was quite pleasant, and Beros was in a good mood.
With the three demon tribes setting the precedent, even if the others didn't want to bow down so quickly, they knew that this was Wen Ying's scheme – no, it wasn't even a scheme, but an open plan. Anyone with half a brain could see through it, but they had no choice but to fall into the trap.
Just moments ago, they were still swearing that it was impossible for them to set foot in Mu City's Demon Realm Cultural Street. At most, they would send some ordinary demons to deal with Wen Ying and those people from Huaxia...
Though they were inwardly reluctant, they still had to speak up, their hearts aching, their faces burning, and losing out on many of their planned benefits. It felt like they had sacrificed a great deal of their dignity.
The mermaid king's face was long and drawn as he struggled to get the words out, "The Sixth... "
Before the word "six" could be fully pronounced, a low and clear voice beside him drowned out his attempt.
"Fallen Angel Number Six."
The Mermaid King abruptly turned his head to look at Lai Yehua. You and Wen Ying were clearly at odds, so why are you calling out to him so quickly now? I've never seen you be so shameless before.
Lai Yehua's expression was calm and composed, but his slightly weathered purple eyes were exceptionally dark, revealing the ruthless decisiveness of the leader of the Fallen Angels. He was decisive in this moment as well, but it didn't stop him from exuding a murderous aura.
Although it was humiliating to vie for the chance to speak now, if he were to prioritize his pride now, he would slap himself in the middle of the night later on.
Lai Yehua shot a heavily murderous glance at the Mermaid King before continuing to fixate on Wen Ying. The slender and handsome Fallen Angel seemed ready to pounce into action at any moment.
Mermaid King: "Tsk." You might as well make a move; glaring won't kill Wen Ying with mere eyes.
Feeling that the time was ripe, Wen Ying assumed the Devil King must be arriving soon. Thus, he announced, "Let's conclude the on-site registration here for today. Any other demons who wish to apply can send their written letters to my great-grandmother. Those who have already expressed interest should also deliver one, simply stating your intention to establish yourself in Mu City's Magical Culture Street. No need for formalities with me."
The Mermaid King's expression twisted fiercely for a moment.
The surging demonic energy from the demons' emotions stirred up a fierce gale at the scene.
Wen Ying hastily left. He had no desire to engage in a one-on-one showdown with the Devil King in the Realm of Devils just yet.
Wen Ying slipped away without bringing Berros, which was for the best. If he had, everyone's attention would instantly have shifted to Berros.
After all, the first or even the second demonic race to call out for registration wasn't the Hellhound.
The Demon King, having composed himself from the rage Wen Ying had provoked, put on his banquet attire and made his way to one of the castle's open-air gardens. The closer he got, the more inexplicably agitated his initially restored calm became.
It was as if something was tapping against his forehead, making his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
Lan Jiaying met the Demon King halfway and accompanied him to the garden.
Noticing the Demon King's apparent displeasure, Lan Jiaying hesitantly asked, "Father, are you feeling unwell?"
Without looking at Lan Jiaying, the Demon King softly acknowledged with an "mm," causing Lan Jiaying's gaze to darken as they pondered over the reason for their father's foul mood.
Upon arriving at the open-air garden, the atmosphere felt peculiar. The unease in the Demon King's heart grew heavier, prompting him to inquire of the nearest demon, "Anfasi, did something happen here just now?"
The puppet clan leader of the Masked Dolls hesitated, deliberating on his words. Whatever it was, it would undoubtedly provoke the Demon King's wrath.
Seeing a rare emotion flicker across Anfasi's doll-like face, the Demon King's heart skipped a beat. A sudden realization flashed through his mind, and his tone turned sharp, "Did Wen Ying come here?"
Anfasi ventured cautiously, "Did he mention anything to you beforehand about that cultural street?"
Lan Jiaying replied, "That cultural street? He'll probably be disappointed."
The Demon King laughed in fury, and Lan Jiaying, with her high emotional intelligence, was inwardly startled. How could this be? What method did Wen Ying use to convince his father?
"He did run rather swiftly."
If Wen Ying were here, the Demon King would likely lose control and attack. He had a good understanding of his own limits.
Lin Lingwei approached, "Have... Have you registered?" She suddenly remembered something and came to remind the Demon King.
The Demon King looked at her, "Register?"
As an Evil Bird, Yan Yujing's instincts were stirring at this moment. But she was also aware of the situation. Stirring the pot now would earn her the Demon King's hatred for decades.
It was better to let the Demon King direct all his animosity towards Wen Ying.
In the end, Lai Yehua, whose mother was the Demon King's sister, stepped forward to explain. At this time, he had to act as the devil who provided clarification.
Lai Yehua, usually composed and resolute, suddenly became hesitant and fumbling. "Wen Ying mentioned that the cultural street follows a first-come, first-served policy for both shops and residences. Just now, he allowed on-site registration here..."
The Devil King's gaze turned terrifying in an instant, as if the scorching heat from a volcanic vent had engulfed the surroundings. Many plants in the garden withered and burned to ashes, falling into the soil.
Lai Yehua tried to rectify the situation. "Only six races registered just now. After that, any who wish to apply should send a written letter to Lord Aruda."
The order would naturally depend on when Lord Aruda received the letters.
The Devil King's expression remained impassive as he looked at Lennach. The latter felt awkward. After all, that hybrid was his "daughter-in-law." Lennach then glanced at Beros.
He wasn't afraid of a fight, but the atmosphere was strange.
Beros: "...He probably reserved a location suitable for your status, a section specifically designated for the Devil King. Humans place even more emphasis on hierarchical status than we do."
The tension of an impending conflagration seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon, its air leaking out gradually.
If there wasn't one, Beros thought, he would ask Wen Ying to arrange it when they met later.
It was not yet time to thoroughly provoke the Devil King.
Lan Jiaying was utterly perplexed. What method had Wen Ying employed that even made the devils fight over territories?
...
After leaving the castle, Wen Ying casually entered a spacious restaurant in the capital and ordered a drink while waiting for Beros.
The banquet ended earlier than Wen Ying had anticipated, and Beros arrived sooner than he expected.
"Is it over so soon?" Wen Ying asked in surprise as he saw Beros enter.
Beros looked at Wen Ying with an odd expression. "Do you think the banquet would continue after something like this has happened?"
Wen Ying scratched his cheek and chuckled. "I suppose the Demon King's reaction wouldn't be too pleasant, right?"
Beros nodded and sat down in the chair across from Wen Ying. "He's quite angry. All I could tell him was that you've reserved a special area for the Demon King."
A special area for the Demon King...
Wen Ying seemed lost in thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he held his chin, a mischievous glint appearing in his silver gaze. "Your heart has become tainted too."
The title of Demon King was not exclusive to the Black Dragon Clan; it was destined for him.
Boros's casual promise of territory was merely an illusion; in reality, he had committed to nothing.
"It's from spending too much time with you," Wen Ying muttered.
"The Demon King should be well aware," he continued, "how much he loves to gamble for eternal glory in history."
Although he had been involved in many human-leaning affairs, the overall survival of the demons had not been affected. Only their invasion of the Human Realm had been impacted. As a result, the other demons did not react strongly and turned a blind eye to Wen Ying's actions.
Should anything truly threaten the survival of the demons, the Demon King's command to Boros would not be mere pillow talk, but a deadly "pillow kill."
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