Massacre

The demonic cultivators gathered here, capable of crossing the entire Dark Sand Sea to conduct business, were naturally no ordinary people.

Even those at the lowest cultivation level were in the core formation, with many in the nascent soul stage and even two or three in soul transformation.

Faced with the sudden attack from the Crimson Demon Guards, none were willing to be captured without a fight.

They all rose in resistance, unleashing every wicked technique in their arsenals. For a moment, the scene was a chaotic storm of energy.

Some, knowing escape was hopeless, even attempted to rush the high platform to take the goddess hostage.

However, with Chi Yan, a Great Demon King of the eighth stage, presiding over the scene, they were merely seeking death.

They were no match for him.

Sand flew and the wind was stained with blood. The massive commotion caused the demonic cultivators and demons watching from both inside and outside the town to gasp in terror, fear taking root in their hearts.

Naturally, they did not forget to comment among themselves.

"How many people have been killed?"

"As expected of those from the Crimson Demon Palace, such methods..."

"They even dared to touch the heavenly demon race, and specifically the daughter of the Crimson Demon. Not slaughtering the entire town is already an act of mercy."

"True..."

"These demonic cultivators are indeed becoming more and more unruly."

"Aren't they..."

On the other side, the entire massacre lasted only the time it took to drink a cup of tea before it reached its conclusion.

The reason it ended so quickly was largely thanks to Xu Xian.

Even Chi Yan, a veteran of countless battlefields, couldn't help but look at him in a new light.

Clever.

Slick.

Decisive in slaughter...

To be able to reach the sixth stage as an ordinary demon, this demon youth named Bai Mang was indeed a rare talent.

With the dozens of demonic cultivators cleared out, following Chi Yan's orders, the Crimson Demon Guards began to clean up. They dragged away those whose bodies remained intact and hung them at the entrance of the sand town as a deterrent.

Xu Xian enthusiastically helped out.

Unlike the cold glares the Crimson Demon Guards had given him before, they now wore smiles when facing Xu Xian. Their behavior no longer carried that sense of lofty superiority.

Regardless of anything else, Xu Xian was someone the goddess valued. More importantly, he had been the first to charge out just now, taking down several experts on the opposing side.

They secretly admitted that they were inferior to his techniques and methods.

Furthermore, the current Xu Xian had a full ten thousand Shadow Soul Stones tucked away in his pockets.

In terms of wealth alone, the combined assets of a hundred of them probably couldn't match him.

People were always like this—snobbish.

Demons were no different; it was hardly surprising.

"Brother Bai, you have quite the skill."

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

"Go over there; I'll handle this myself..."

On the high platform, the maidservant A Lian reminded Chi Ji that it was time to depart for the palace.

The carriage was ready. Chi Ji nodded in agreement, reluctantly shifting her gaze away from Bai Mang.

Complex emotions flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Even before leaving, she couldn't help but take one last deep look back.

Bai Mang was still cleaning up the battlefield—or rather, he was stripping anything of value from the bodies of those evil cultivators.

This scene felt somewhat familiar to her.

The same technique, the same build, the same greed...

He was remarkably like that human man. For a fleeting moment, she even had the strong delusion that he was that man.

But...

He clearly wasn't.

A Lian asked curiously, "Princess, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Let's go."

Chi Ji withdrew her gaze and walked forward. A Lian followed the direction of the goddess's previous gaze.

She naturally saw Xu Xian scavenging, stripping people's clothes—even their pants. It was truly an eyesore.

A Lian furrowed her brows, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. She already had no favorable impression of this lower-class demon who had brought her master back, and his current actions made her despise him even more.

She simply couldn't understand. He had already received ten thousand Shadow Soul Stones, enough to buy a large manor in the most prosperous Nether Capital of the Demon Abyss and live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Why was he still acting like this?

To her, there was only one answer.

Insatiable greed.

A lowly bloodline with a soul and heart that would never know satisfaction.

With a dark expression, she spat inwardly.

"Lowly creature."

She then turned to catch up with her mistress.

Xu Xian was entirely unaware, picking through the loot with great joy.

"I'm rich!"

"I'm rich!"

"Hehe, I have to say, killing really is the fastest way to make money..."

"I should do this more often in the future."

Chi Yan saw it too. He sighed, shook his head, and walked away...

He didn't interfere.

His subordinates didn't scavenge either. Xu Xian even saw disdain in their eyes.

In the eyes of these noble earthly demon race and heavenly demon race members, looting seemed to be beneath them.

Xu Xian was happy to let them feel that way.

Suffering for the sake of appearances—this was exactly that.

Outside the sand town, a carriage was parked.

The carriage was cast entirely from black iron and was as wide as a room, adorned with exquisite carvings.

The body was inlaid with various gemstones and traced with golden lines.

A large crimson flag was planted on the carriage, embroidered with a large symbol: the character for 'Crimson'.

Every demon recognized this flag. It symbolized one of the ten great demon gods of the demon race: the Crimson Demon.

The carriage was pulled by four noble-blooded demon horses.

Each demon horse was larger than an elephant and looked majestic. Their blood-red manes fluttered in the wind, and their black wings, when unfolded, spanned nearly thirty feet.

The four demon horses occasionally stomped and snorted. Ordinary demons didn't even dare to look them in the eye.

Luxurious. Overbearing. A symbol of supreme power.

Surrounded by the crowd, Chi Ji entered the carriage. Before leaving, she thought it over and instructed, "A Lian."

"Yes, Princess."

Chi Ji said softly, "Have someone call that Bai Mang over. He will return to the Nether Capital with me."

The maidservant feigned shock, looking at her mistress in disbelief, failing to respond for a long while.

"Hmm?"

Chi Ji furrowed her brows, slightly displeased.

The maidservant A Lian quickly snapped out of it. Breaking character, she didn't obey immediately but instead whispered a persuasion, "Princess, I'm afraid that might not be appropriate?"

Chi Ji lowered her eyes and asked patiently, "What is inappropriate about it?"

A Lian, unaware of the shift in her mistress's mood, let her disgust show and said without reservation, "He is merely a third-class demon. How can he travel with the Princess? Besides, he is insatiably greedy, with filth and baseness ingrained in his very bones..."

Chi Ji had heard such words more than once; she had even said them herself many times.

In the past, she would have agreed wholeheartedly.

A lowly bloodline was filthy and base. Such a person shouldn't be near her, as it would be a desecration of her status.

But today, for some reason, these words were exceptionally grating. She felt very uncomfortable. Closing her eyes slightly, she interrupted, "But he did save me, after all."

"That is his honor, a blessing bestowed upon him by the Demon Lord," A Lian said.

Chi Ji didn't want to explain, nor did she want to continue the topic. She felt confused and annoyed. With a hint of fatigue, she said, "Just do as I say."

But A Lian showed no sign of relenting, continuing to speak with malice and insult in her words.

Chi Ji grew very unhappy. She cast a cold, chilling gaze at her and said gloomily, "Are you... trying to tell me how to do my job?"