Come Down and Talk

The little book spirit was no longer calm.

Xu Xian wasn't calm either.

On the other hand, the young girl was exceptionally composed, gently nudging the young man's arm.

She asked, "Young Master, what do we do? So many people arrived all at once. It seems we really can't run away."

That was a pointless question!

So, Xu Xian replied with a pointless remark of his own, pointing at the massive dragon. "That Chi Ji, the goddess of the Chi family... she’s actually quite a nice person."

"How is she nice?" the girl asked, completely bewildered.

Xu Xian chuckled. "She knows it's raining, so she parked the demon dragon right over someone's head to block the rain. How thoughtful."

The girl glanced up, her lips twitching. She didn't even know what to say.

Was that blocking the rain? That was looming over someone else.

Was that thoughtful? If he said it was, then so be it.

It could only be said that from different perspectives, the way one viewed a problem changed, and the answers obtained would be diametrically opposed.

She asked tentatively, "So, Young Master, who do you plan to go with?"

Xu Xian feigned a difficult expression, furrowing his brows. "To be honest, I didn't expect them to be this enthusiastic. It's quite a hard choice. Sometimes, being excellent is also a burden."

The girl found it a bit hard to take...

From the very beginning, he had deliberately leaked the fact that he understood the ancestral demon script.

At that time, he must have anticipated that the other side would react this way, allowing him to seize the opportunity to save his life.

The only thing he likely hadn't expected was that the spectacle would be this grand.

And now?

He was putting on an act again.

Xu Xian was entirely oblivious to the disdain in the girl's eyes as he continued to ask himself, "Say, why do they want to invite me back? Is it because I'm handsome?"

He was asking something he already knew the answer to.

The girl pretended to think for a moment and said weakly, "Do you think it's possible they know you can read that... ancient demon script or whatever?"

Xu Xian feigned surprise. "Ah, how could they know?"

He then eyed the girl warily, suspicious. "It wasn't you, was it..."

The girl secretly rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to take the blame for this. She waved her hand. "What are you saying, Young Master? I only just found out myself. After I found out, I haven't even stepped outside."

Xu Xian raised an eyebrow and agreed. "Hmm... true. Then who could it be?"

Seeing him still acting with her, the girl understood.

She had likely been seen through by this Bai Mang, though she didn't know how he had managed it.

If there wasn't a master strategist behind him, then this youth's wit was nothing short of monstrous.

It was truly hard to say if he could actually understand the script within the primordial demon arts.

In that case...

She asked again, "Young Master, can you truly read it?"

Xu Xian looked at her with interest, thinking that she was finally losing her patience. After a moment of silence, he said, "Is that the point?"

She analyzed, "Of course. If you can't and you're lying, what do you think will happen when they take you back? Do you think you'll still be able to come out alive?"

Xu Xian was speechless. It was as if she thought he would be able to come out if he could read it.

The girl pointedly added, "I've heard that these heavenly demon race people kill mortal demon race like us as easily as stepping on an ant."

"That makes sense," Xu Xian feigned agreement.

The girl continued, her words containing both a hint of pressure and a warning. "Moreover, even if you really can read it, it's easy for them to invite you back, but I'm afraid leaving will be difficult."

Xu Xian still didn't deny it. He simply pointed toward the sky, looking troubled. "But do I have a choice?"

The girl fell silent. It seemed he really didn't have a choice.

He didn't move, continuing to engage in idle chatter with the girl.

Up in the sky, the group of divine sons and goddesses, who were usually high and mighty, were gradually losing their patience.

Even if it was an order from a demon god, and even if this youth's status was special, he was ultimately just a third-class mortal demon. When had they ever been this stifled?

Descending to welcome him was already a heaven-sent grace; making them wait was simply going too far.

Furthermore, the conversation between Xu Xian and the girl wasn't a mental exchange, nor had they set up any formations.

Naturally, the demons heard everything clearly.

One could say that in their words, these two showed absolutely no respect for the heavenly demon race or the demon gods.

They deserved to be executed!

Even the accompanying demon god guards showed extremely displeased expressions.

The son of the Wind Demon became slightly impatient and said in a heavy voice, "Excellency Bai Mang, are you still unwilling to show yourself?"

Xu Xian's thoughts were pulled back. He cast a cold glance at the sky, not panicking in the least.

If others have a request for me, I naturally have nothing to fear. If you are the one asking for a favor, you should be humble and respectful.

His voice, carrying a hint of casual laziness, drifted out from the small courtyard. "Everyone, is this how your esteemed demon god lords taught you to invite someone?"

The gathered demons held their breath.

The heavenly demons' expressions turned dark.

Xu Xian's tone grew a bit heavier as he barked, "If you want to invite me, come down to talk!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surroundings erupted in gasps. Even the disciplined demon guards couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Not to mention the heavenly demons and the Demon Court enforcement squads watching the show from the shadows.

"Whoa... he really doesn't want his life anymore."

"Hiss... is this youth really that brave?"

"Telling the divine sons and goddesses to dismount and welcome him... how arrogant..."

"To dare speak to the heavenly demon race like that, it seems this kid really does have some skill."

Originally, they had maintained doubts about Bai Mang's claim that he understood the demon script.

They had even been grumbling in their hearts about the lords in the Crimson Demon Palace—how could they believe such nonsense?

It was clearly just a lie fabricated by the kid because he knew he was doomed and had no way out.

But now, they were starting to have second thoughts.

If he didn't have some ability, he shouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

Unless he was just born incredibly brave.

The faces of the divine sons and goddesses, which were already tense, suddenly darkened further, turning as black as ink.

They looked at one another, momentarily unable to gauge the situation.

Just as the ordinary heavenly demons thought, if he didn't have some skill, he wouldn't dare be this insolent; he definitely had a trump card.

Either he really understood those primordial demon arts script,

or the High Priest had already conspired with him.

As they exchanged looks, their eyes were filled with observation and hesitation. To go down, or not to go down?

It wasn't that they couldn't go down, but no one wanted to be the first.

And they certainly couldn't go down alone; that would be too humiliating.

If he turned out to be incompetent and they had all been deceived, then the one who went down first would likely become a laughingstock among all the heavenly demon race in the future.

Chi Ji, after soothing the Black Demon Dragon King, was the first to descend.

She didn't care about such things. She and Bai Mang already knew each other—or rather, from the moment Bai Mang barged into her world, she had learned to look at this world with open eyes.

Her bloodline was higher than Bai Mang's.

Yet Bai Mang was more powerful than her.

This was enough to prove that the so-called bloodline theory was just a hollow lie without any basis.

Seeing Chi Ji jump down, the gasps from the surroundings grew even louder, though there wasn't too much surprise; those standing here knew some of the inside story.

In the next second, Qingmu followed her down. He was likely the only one in the Demon Abyss, besides the various demon gods and Xu Xian, who had guessed that the young girl beside Bai Mang was the High Priest.

Therefore, since the High Priest was down there, his descent was merely an audience with her, so he felt no psychological burden whatsoever.

"It's Lord Qingmu."

"He went down too."

His jump triggered a significant commotion. The remaining hesitating divine sons and goddesses stopped overthinking and leapt down one after another.

Chi Ji jumping didn't represent much...

But even Qingmu had jumped, so what did they have to fear?

One figure after another landed, like immortals descending to the mortal realm. A total of ten people crowded into the modestly sized courtyard, with varying hair colors and expressions.

Yet their gazes all fell unanimously upon the white-haired youth sitting on the stone steps.

The light rain continued. Xu Xian had no intention of standing up. His gaze slowly swept across the ten people before him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Mind if I ask, who was it that shouted for me to come out just now?"