Chapter 220: Just a Decorative Piece!
“Buzz!”
The young man curled his finger and flicked it several times in the air.
Instantly, a dense cloud of immortal mist swirled into being.
In the next instant, it transformed into the likeness of a green-robed man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his bearing utterly transcendent.
And the person conjured was none other than Lu Qingyang!
Looking at the portrait of Lu Qingyang.
The old man with jet-black hair and beard set down the teacup in his hand.
Then he closed his eyes, focused his spirit, and began to calculate with his fingers.
“Swish, swish!”
The old man with jet-black hair and beard abruptly opened his eyes, shooting forth a sharp and incisive aura.
“Strange!”
“Master, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?”
Seeing his own master like this.
Qingfeng clearly realized something was wrong, and unexpectedly grew a little nervous.
“Wasn’t this person killed by you in the end?”
“Why can your master not calculate anything about him at all!”
The old man with jet-black hair and beard frowned.
His tone hesitant.
“What?”
After hearing this, Qingfeng cried out in alarm.
“Even you can’t calculate it, Master?”
“Mm.”
The old man with jet-black hair and beard nodded slightly.
“This…”
Qingfeng found it hard to believe.
This person had clearly been killed by him, yet now his own master could not calculate this person’s karma at all.
Did that not mean this person was absolutely not dead?
Moreover, the other party might really have some background!
Thinking of this, Qingfeng could not help but feel a chill of dread.
It was mainly because Lu Qingyang kept talking about the Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors.
And he himself had started out as a Daoist boy, so he had seen many tricks and schemes.
If Lu Qingyang really was related to some great figure, or had some heaven-shaking background.
Then by that time, it might really stir up a monstrous disaster!
“Master, then what do you think I should do now?”
After a moment, Qingfeng drew a deep breath and calmed down, turning his gaze to the old man with jet-black hair and beard.
“What’s there to panic about? With your master here, even if he were the Sect Master’s own grandson, there would still be room to talk.”
“Do not worry. In the Three Realms, I have never heard of such a figure.”
“Still, your master is quite curious. What exactly is this person’s foundation, that even I cannot calculate him?”
Zhen Yuanzi took a light sip of fragrant tea and spoke slowly.
By the end of his words, a hint of interest showed in his eyes.
Clearly, he wanted to study Lu Qingyang.
And Lu Qingyang, at this moment, naturally had no idea he had already been marked by a Quasi-Saint incomparably far away…
Half a year later, the Demon Domain.
The Xuanji Clan and the Giant Lion Clan joined forces.
Heading toward the region where Lu Qingyang was located.
Along the way, they actually gathered up dozens of Demon Race tribes left behind.
For a time, they had actually amassed over twenty Tier-Nine Demon Venerables, with eighth-tier demon beasts numbering over a hundred.
Towering demonic qi surged straight into the clouds, an awe-inspiring and terrifying might.
The demons surged like a tide.
“Sect Master, according to calculations, the Xuanji Clan will likely arrive in a few dozen days.”
On the Dharma Ship, Ma Liang spoke respectfully to Lu Qingyang, who was dressed in green robes.
“Mm.”
Hearing this, Lu Qingyang nodded slightly, a faint sharp light flickering in his eyes.
“The scout puppets sent by Jiangxin detected their march route long ago.”
“It won’t take a few dozen days. At their speed, they’ll arrive in ten days at most.”
“And…”
As he spoke, Lu Qingyang paused slightly.
“And what?”
Ma Liang picked up the thread.
“And it’s not just the Xuanji Clan. Quite a few guests are coming.”
Lu Qingyang’s mouth curved up, revealing a trace of a smile.
He clearly had not expected that cooking a pot of rice would bring so many guests.
Not bad, not bad. This time I can collect it all back, principal and interest.
Lu Qingyang stretched lazily, then summoned Jiangxin.
“Jiangxin, keep monitoring the Demon Race’s movements. If necessary, you may guide them in the right direction.”
“Beep beep, received, Master!”
Jiangxin’s square body emitted a golden luster.
In the distance, a squad of puppets immediately flew out from the Chaotian Fleet.
Watching Jiangxin remotely control them so smoothly, Lu Qingyang could not help but nod in satisfaction.
This Heavenly Dao Essence really wasn’t fed for nothing.
I estimate a few more strands and it can advance to a ninth-tier Spirit Artifact.
As he spoke, Lu Qingyang shook out another strand of Heavenly Dao Essence from his Storage Ring.
“Take it.”
Lu Qingyang casually tossed out the Heavenly Dao Essence.
Throwing it out like feeding a puppy.
“Crack!”
The Heavenly Dao Essence was instantly decomposed by Jiangxin into tiny particles with spiritual power, vanishing into nothing.
Jiangxin’s body trembled.
A ring of golden radiance instantly dissipated around its body, enveloping its entire frame.
Flickering ceaselessly.
Clearly, it was digesting.
Lu Qingyang had not avoided Ma Liang while doing all this.
So when Ma Liang sensed that wisp of aura similar to the will of the Heavenly Dao, his eyes could not help but widen.
“Sect… Sect Master…”
Ma Liang swallowed.
Looking at Lu Qingyang, his face full of astonishment and shock.
“It’s nothing. Just a few Heavenly Dao Fragments. Do not spread it around.”
Lu Qingyang waved his hand.
He did not mind Ma Liang seeing these things.
With his current foundation and combat strength, or his defense.
Below True Immortal, he feared nothing at all.
Once he settled the score here in the Demon Domain, he would lead his people back to the Central Region.
Over there, he could still collect some interest.
I heard the head of the Demon Race in the Central Region is a True Dragon.
If I can get that dragon to be a mount or something, that would be quite impressive.
If that doesn’t work, putting it in the sect as an ornament would be fine too.
Lu Qingyang thought to himself, having already decided the fate of this Demon Race Overlord.
And far away in the Central Region, Ao Ye, who was watching millions of Human Race slaves build his palace, suddenly shuddered all over and could not help but sneeze.
“Hm?”
Strange? With my dragon body, even an avatar shouldn’t be able to sneeze.
Ao Ye was puzzled.
But he could not figure it out.
Soon he regained his calm and focused his attention on the magnificent structure before him.
In the distance, nearly a million Human Race cultivators were busy under the supervision of countless great demons.
Countless heavy spirit ores were cut out, piled into mountains, and transported to the mountain peak.
There, the embryonic form of a massive Dragon Palace was faintly visible.
“Roar!”
“Awoo!”
“Screech!”
One after another, roars that shook the heavens rang out ceaselessly.
All kinds of great demons lurked in the high skies, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
There were even several exceptionally ferocious Demon Venerables seated in command, like ancient primordial demon gods.
If they took a dislike to any Human Race cultivator in some area.
They would casually grab a few and toss them into their mouths.
Instantly, flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
Seeing this, Ao Ye wore a smile.
Under its leadership, the entire region north of the Central Region, including the Western Region and Northern Region, had now become a paradise for the Demon Race.
No one could have imagined that the Demon Race had taken two regions in less than a year.
Though there was the aid of the Immortal Artifact Instant Cauldron passed down from the Upper Realm.
The greatest contributor was actually not the Immortal Artifact Instant Cauldron, nor those Demon Venerables.
But those Great Vehicle sects in the Western and Northern Regions that refused to withdraw!
Commonly known as, Human Traitors!