Targeting the Huang Family?

Out of the ten, a little red-haired one stepped forward into the rain. He held his head high, chest puffed out, hands behind his back, and declared, "Me!"

Xu Xian pursed his lips and asked, "And you... are who exactly?"

The little red-haired one curled his lip and introduced himself, "The son of the Wind Demon Sovereign, the only divine son of the Wind Demon God Palace, Huang Xiao."

He wore an expression of sheer smugness; his sense of superiority was impossible to hide.

"Oh..." Xu Xian drawled, nodding. Then, his tone shifted as he said flatly, "Then you can go back."

The crowd was baffled, their faces written with massive question marks.

Huang Xiao let out a confused "Huh?", not yet reacting to what had been said.

Xu Xian looked sideways at the little girl cowering behind him and instructed, "Make a note of this. The Wind Demon God Palace is disqualified immediately."

The little girl froze, her face a mask of bewilderment.

What did that mean?

The Wind Demon God Palace was disqualified?

"I said, make a note of it!"

Xu Xian raised his voice slightly. The little girl snapped back to reality, her empty little hands fumbling about with nowhere to rest.

What was she supposed to use to take notes? Finally, she swallowed hard and nodded heavily.

"I've noted it down."

She didn't forget to point a finger at her small head, saying seriously, "It's in here."

Xu Xian narrowed his eyes, feeling quite satisfied.

While the little girl had caught on, the other divine sons were still in a fog, looking at each other in confusion.

Huang Xiao questioned, "What do you mean by that?"

Xu Xian withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd, maintaining his cynical demeanor. He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Your Highnesses, you've come to invite me for a reason, and we all know what it is."

"Considering you've shown some sincerity, I, Bai Mang, won't pretend anymore. It's true, I do understand ancestral demon script. I can translate any of the primordial demon arts in that Demon Dao Pavilion."

"You don't need to care how I learned it. I just know it. Whether you believe it or not, I do."

He spoke casually, yet with such certainty that it was difficult to doubt him for a moment.

Amidst the shock, there was also a glimmer of joy. Even Chi Ji was somewhat stunned.

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: Does he really know it?

It seemed like he did.

Xu Xian didn't care about their reactions in the slightest. Instead, he looked at the little red-haired one and pointed a finger, saying playfully:

"And you, Divine Son of the Wind Demon God Palace, I've already disqualified you. So you can leave now."

Huang Xiao finally processed it. A sudden sense of being deliberately insulted washed over him, making him extremely displeased. He shouted his question, "On what grounds?"

The others also turned their watchful gazes toward them. Some were expectant, but most were just watching the show.

Xu Xian said lazily, "On no grounds. I just don't like being rushed by others. Rush, rush, rush—it's annoying as hell."

The crowd burst into laughter, each of them gloating. Seeing the little red-haired one suffer seemed to make them happier than finding money, especially Chi Ji, who let out a sharp laugh.

"Pfft..."

Anyone with eyes could see that the white-haired demon before them was doing it on purpose to give them a display of authority. One could only say the little red-haired one was unlucky enough to be the bird that poked its head out first.

However...

They were happy to see this.

Having one less competitor was actually quite amusing.

Huang Xiao was nearly fuming with rage. What kind of nonsense was this? He immediately declared, "I don't accept this! I refuse to submit!"

Xu Xian looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Whether you submit or accept it has nothing to do with me. Either way, I'm not going with you, and I won't translate anything for your Wind Demon God Palace."

Huang Xiao glared, pointing a large hand. "You..."

Xu Xian interrupted heartlessly, "'You' what? What, you want to hit me?"

"I..."

Xu Xian interrupted again, shifting the conflict elsewhere. "'I' what? If you really want to hit me, you'll have to ask them if they agree!"

As the youth's gaze swept over, Chi Ji cooperated without a second thought. "I don't agree."

The others joined in, not afraid of making the situation worse.

"That won't do."

"Master Bai Mang is a distinguished guest personally invited by my father. Nothing must happen to him. No one is allowed to act recklessly."

"Indeed, it won't do."

The little red-haired one was shaking with rage, his entire body trembling. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You're all doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Huang Xiao, please mind your grace. Don't forget, you are a member of the heavenly demon race," someone reminded him.

Huang Xiao laughed from sheer anger. "Fine, fine, fine. You guys are something, really something..." He chose to compromise, standing to the side with his arms crossed. "Heh... continue then. I want to see, since he's just one person, how you nine are going to split him up."

One Bai Mang and nine people—it was indeed impossible to split him. Yet every one of them was determined to get him. Regardless of whether Bai Mang truly knew the scripts or not, they just wanted to bring him back. That was all.

Xu Xian also put on a conflicted and difficult expression, rubbing his chin. "Yeah, he's right. There are so many of you and only one of me. Who should I go with?"

The little girl clicked her tongue inwardly. She finally understood that this youth, Bai Mang, truly didn't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth. In a situation like this, he still had the mind to toy with others. He was truly courting death.

She also wondered if he was stalling for time, waiting for someone to come save him.

She understood him less and less.

The youth took control of the conversation, saying leisurely, "How about this? You all introduce yourselves so I can get to know you. You were too far away just now, and I didn't know who was who. Hmm... let's start with this lady first."

The others could only follow his lead to avoid being pointlessly humiliated like the little red-haired one.

They felt a suppressed anger they couldn't voice; it was not only stifling but also embarrassing.

The blue-haired girl pressed her palm to her chest, showing a standard heavenly demon social smile as she introduced herself, "I am Lan Lan, the daughter of the Water Demon Sovereign."

The rest followed in turn.

"Qingmu, Divine Son of the Azure Demon God Palace."

"Lan Yan, Goddess of the Blue Demon God Palace."

"Green Demon God Palace, Goddess Lv Ying."

"......."

"Crimson Demon God Palace, Goddess Chi Ji."

"Yellow Demon God Palace, Great Commander of the Yellow Demon Guards, Huang Long..."

Xu Xian watched them, his gaze drifting as he responded to each with a smile to show respect.

It felt like being in a private room where a line of people entered, introducing themselves one by one for him to choose from. That familiar feeling was back.

Until it was Huang Long's turn, and he froze for a moment.

Wait!

It seemed like something filthy had mixed in.

He looked at him and said, "Say that again?"

Huang Long was confused but repeated it honestly.

Xu Xian let out an "oh" and turned to tell the little girl again, "Make a note. The Yellow Demon God Palace is also disqualified."

Everyone: "..." They didn't understand the reason.

Huang Long: "..." He was completely bewildered.

The little girl gave a small smile. "Noted."

Huang Long, an eighth-rank greater demon king, looked as aggrieved as a child as he asked, "Why?"

He hadn't done anything wrong.

The others signaled that they also wanted to know.

Xu Xian reprimanded him with a straight face, "Why are you shouting? Look at the others. They all had their divine sons or goddesses come in person. You're just a great commander. Do you think it's appropriate for you to compete with them? If I don't disqualify you, who else would I disqualify?"

Everything clicked for the crowd.

They felt the disqualification was very reasonable.

But Huang Long was filled with resentment as he hurriedly explained, "My Yellow Demon God Palace simply doesn't have a divine son or goddess."

This was the truth. The Yellow Demon Sovereign indeed had no offspring.

However...

Xu Xian wouldn't listen. "That's none of my business."

Huang Xiao couldn't take it anymore. He let out a shout from the side, saying angrily, "Bai Mang, what do you mean by this? Disqualifying me was one thing, but now you've disqualified the Yellow Demon God Palace too. Tell me, are you intentionally targeting my Huang family?"

Xu Xian: "Huh?" He felt he was being somewhat misunderstood.

Everyone else: "Yeah." It was definitely a targeted grudge against the Huang family.