Chapter 201

Chapter 201: The Understanding Demon King

In the Monster Realm, within the Demon King’s palace.

"Reporting to the Demon King, the fox tribe sent news that four fox demons have cultivated Nine Tails and reached the tenth level."

"Reporting to the Demon King, three tiger demons from the tiger tribe advanced to the tenth level in recent years."

"The wolf tribe had fewer advancements, but three Noble Ladies recently broke through to the eleventh level."

"Other tribes strictly followed your orders to focus on cultivation. Their progress has accelerated compared to before, with many showing growth."

"As for the Four Seas water tribes…"

Demon King Tu Huan listened to the reports with a satisfied expression. Tenth-level demons equaled early-stage God Transformation cultivators from the Human Race. The Monster Realm now possessed far more tenth-level demons than any human sect, making Tu Huan’s ambitions grow. More high-level demons meant better preparation for his grand plan.

Tu Huan’s greatest regret remained his defeat by Qin Yan Celestial Maiden a millennium ago, when he first unified the Monster Realm. Back then, the demon clans had been divided like scattered sand until his rise. Freshly ascended to the tenth level and drunk on victory, he’d allowed subordinates to provoke immortal sect cultivators… only to be crushed by Qin Yan and her Followers.

He still blamed that loss on underestimating his foes. The forced Inner Demon Oath and two-realm Pact still chafed – especially the seal preventing cross-realm invasions. What began as temporary measures became long-term strategy. Through relentless cultivation, Tu Huan eventually reached twelfth level, matching peak God Transformation cultivators. With his natural demonic physique, he felt superior to even two Celestial Maidens combined.

But the Inner Demon-bound Pact constrained him. While Qin Yan lived, he couldn’t break the Contract without facing destruction. Yet fate smiled when the Celestial Maiden fell! Years ago, detecting the weakening seal, he’d sent scouts to confirm her death. The seal now hung by threads – he could shatter it anytime.

He just needed plausible deniability. If humans breached the Pact first – say, by slaughtering innocent demons – he could retaliate "justly." Meanwhile, he drove the clans to cultivate fiercely, stockpiling strength. The perfect plan: appear righteous while breaking free, then conquer both realms.

Tu Huan’s smug calculations shattered when a deer demon tumbled into the throne room. "Great King! D-disaster! Fire… unstoppable fire approaches!"

"Fool! Have rain demons extinguish it," Tu Huan snapped.

"It… it WON’T DIE!" the deer demon wailed.

Before Tu Huan could react, crimson light flooded the palace. Blazing heat seared his skin – heavenly flames!

"Who dares?!" he roared, rushing outside. A crystalline female voice pierced the air:

"Empty heart of men,

Sword ascends divine!"

SWOOSH-CRASH!

Sword energy rained down, reducing the majestic palace to rubble within breaths. Tu Huan stood frozen in the flaming ruins, coated in dust. Through parting smoke came a white-clad woman wielding a long sword, cloud patterns glowing on her robes. Residual sword energy crackled around her.

Each step she took made Tu Huan’s heart constrict. Primal terror rooted him in place until she stopped three paces away.

"You. Demon King?"

His knees gave out. "GREAT IMMORTAL, SPARE ME! I’M NOT A MAN! TRULY NOT!" He was just a demon! No need for swordplay!

You You: "…"

Newly arrived Feng Rong: "…"

(￣△￣；)

This aura… they’d die. Absolutely die.