This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 214 - 209: Making Trouble?

Chapter 214: Chapter 209: Making Trouble?

The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits is located in the most hidden spot deep within the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain, its breathing like thunder, eyes like the Big Sun, and its tail swishes to stir up thousand-foot-high hurricanes.

This was the common understanding among players and the Cultivation World from my previous life; even after the game had gone on for so long, not a single player had seen the true face of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits before Liang Yi crossed over, including players who choose the Demon Clan as their birth race.

Therefore, the rumor describing the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits had triggered countless imaginations, and players became curious about it.

However, when it comes to the king of the Demon Clan, everyone subconsciously thought of him as a fierce and vicious demon, perhaps an ancient ferocious beast. After all, the Immortal Dynasty has its auspicious beasts, so wouldn’t it be normal for the Demon Clan to produce a fierce beast in return?

At this time, Liang Yi and the little fox were riding on a spirit bird, soaring above a boundless forest sea, while Yuan Zhiyuan was riding on another spirit bird’s back.

You would think this old man, as a monkey, should be riding the clouds, but what’s with riding a bird – that’s not very monkey-like!

Yue Bai seemed to like this blue-green colored bird species quite a lot because they were very good-looking. Even Liang Yi was somewhat tempted.

In my previous life, the president of a Super Guild from the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain once received a highly difficult task. After putting in a lot of effort to complete it, one of the rewards was an egg of the spirit bird, which after hatching immediately blasted the online forums, becoming the pinnacle of mounts in player appearance.

Countless female players would rather sit on the back of the spirit bird in the game and cry, not willing to sit in a supercar and laugh in reality.

Look at the gap.

Liang Yi himself, aside from the tunneling light, neither had a spirit bird as a mount nor a Flying Boat as a commuting tool.

Thinking about it, the descendant of this Super Force was indeed losing face. However, thinking back to the poverty of his own Taoist Sect and the caring from his Heavenly Pit master, Liang Yi let it go.

Racing along the way, Liang Yi also noticed countless divine thoughts monitoring him, devoid of murderous intent, but malice was barely concealed, making it clear that they meant to give him a hard time.

"I’m really going to be pissed to death by master," Liang Yi said, holding his forehead with one hand. He felt as if no matter where he went, there would always be someone wanting to regain a bit of face from him and meanwhile trample on his master.

But no one ever asked for his opinion. He was nothing like his fight-crazy master! He just wanted to keep a low profile and grow stronger. Wouldn’t it be better to be invincible in the world before swaggering out?

"Although I’ve got a bird below me now, having another one wouldn’t be bad. Let’s see if I can find a way to get one." Liang Yi really had no resistance to such a flashy mount, and his heart was plotting.

"Young Hero Liang, we’re almost there. That Zhaoqing Mountain over there is where His Majesty’s travel palace is located," Yuan Zhiyuan pointed at a large mountain in the distance, where the palace on top shone with brilliance.

Liang Yi sighed, his face sullen. He now kind of wanted to slip away; the mountain full of malice was like a straight punch to the sky!

It was effectively telling Liang Yi: either climb it or get beaten up!

But now that he was here, he just wanted to quickly deliver the items to the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, collect the reward, and then scurry off to that little Secret Realm to leap into the Purple Cloud Phoenix Extreme Secret Realm and reunite with his junior sister.

So this time, he was knowingly heading towards the Tiger Mountain.

At this moment, on Zhaoqing Mountain, young masters from seven or eight top clans gathered. Naturally, the Great Demon Clan plucked by Chen Hua was not limited to these few, but Liang Yi’s fierce fighting record in Qingliang City had also been known through the Little Bamboo House, although everyone felt it was exaggerated. How could a mere Third Realm Cultivator escape a likely Eighth Realm Cultivator?

However, out of respect for the Banished Immortal, they still allowed the top prodigy of the Demon Clan of this generation to come and bargain with this Liang Yi and probe his depth.

With a crisp chirping sound, the two spirit birds spread their wings and slowly landed halfway up the mountain.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to land directly on the mountaintop, but a mysterious pressure forced them to land here. Without a doubt, this must have been the hidden handiwork of some Great Cultivator from the Demon Clan.

Yuan Zhiyuan clearly thought of this too, his face showing displeasure. These Demon Clan brethren really have no shame!

Originally, it was Chen Hua who humiliated them, but now they came to trouble a young man. Is this the kind of thing a great Demon Clan should do?

At this moment, a grand voice emanated from the peak of the mountain. The voice was not loud, yet it directly spread throughout the entire Zhaoqing Mountain.

"Liang Yi, I presume? I am the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Roar Illusion Tiger clan. Some of our Demon Clan youths have heard of you and would like to experience the prowess of a Banished Immortal’s disciple. If you wish to meet the Primordial Saint today, you must first compete against our Demon Clan youths. If you can safely make it to the top of the mountain, we will be willing to apologize and make amends."

"You don’t need to worry about us resorting to underhanded tactics. The Demon Clan does retain a measure of credibility, and our youths prefer to fight their own battles, so you needn’t be concerned about facing multiple opponents in succession."

"No, I must go and reason with them properly!" Yuan Zhiyuan rolled up his sleeves, appearing as if he could single-handedly uproot Zhaoqing Mountain.

The little fox was also visibly indignant, its already poor impression of the Demon Clan now thoroughly deteriorated. A group ganging up on my master alone, claiming fair fights without resorting to group tactics—pretending to be virtuous while acting the whore.

"It’s alright, Elder Yuan, this has become a matter of pride for the Taoist Sect, so let me handle it," Liang Yi hastily stopped the infuriated Elder Yuan, consoling him with a smile.

He truly didn’t fear these so-called geniuses now.

Frankly speaking, this generation of the Demon Clan was just so-so. They were comparable to the average True Inheritors of other Super Forces, but none were on par with the likes of He Zhiqing, who shoulder great responsibilities.

As long as there wasn’t someone on He Zhiqing’s level, he could easily beat them black and blue!

"However, there is a small favor I’d like Elder Yuan to help with."

"Young Hero Liang, please tell me!" Yuan Zhiyuan looked serious, holding a truly favorable impression of this youth.

"Could I trouble Elder Yuan to take this child to the top of the mountain and wait for me?" Liang Yi asked with a smile, gently patting the little fox’s head.

"Rest assured, Young Hero Liang, with me present, I will not let her be bullied."

Upon hearing this, Yue Bai bit her lip and looked at Liang Yi with unwilling eyes. She knew she could not help her master in any way and would even be a hindrance. Waiting at the top of the mountain was the best choice.

"Be good, it won’t take long. If they want to play, I’ll indulge them, and it just so happens that your master hasn’t been in the best of moods lately, so this will be a good opportunity to vent," Liang Yi bent down and affectionately pinched the little fox’s cheeks to console her.

"Mhm, master, you can do it! Beat all those bad guys down!" The little fox brandished her tiny fist, cheering on Liang Yi.

Meanwhile, at the top of the mountain within the palace, the scene with Liang Yi was being watched by several young members of the Demon Clan, and his words were heard by all.

"Hmph! A brash young whelp, indeed!" sneered a young man from the tiger clan with a broad back and a proud face, closing his eyes as if too lazy to spare Liang Yi a glance.

"A disciple of the Banished Immortals? I should take this opportunity to learn exactly how far I stand from them, hiss~" murmured a snake clan youth with azure vertical pupils, hissing as he spoke.

The Clan Leader had ordered him to give his all, but after all, it wasn’t he who would bear the brunt of defeat. He was just curious about how far he stood from the path of the Banished Immortals.

A vixen from the fox clan, exuding charm and allure, leaned against a pillar in the great hall, her arms folded under her full bosom, her eyes reflecting the image of Liang Yi’s peerless grace.

"What a pretty young lad, he truly quickens my pulse," she mused.

Differences between races lead to various grudges and alliances, and even though they held back due to their shared identity as members of the Demon Clan, no clan was willing to concede superiority to another.

Unlike other Super Forces, the Demon Clan had no recognized leader of the younger generation. The top members of the young demon masters had comparable strengths, yet the Demon Emperor, the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, did not have progeny.

Thus, part of this challenge was intended to determine who could defeat Liang Yi and claim the title as the foremost among the young generation of the Demon Clan. The Great Cultivators of the Demon Clan were not acting purely on impulse. They recognized that the arrival of Liang Yi presented a rare opportunity and thus spurred them into action.

Even if Liang Yi had not come at this time, after some time, the Demon Clan would organize a similar competition within itself to ascertain the true leader of the Demon Clan’s younger generation.