Huang Xiao was stunned, completely stunned. What kind of situation was this?
He had been targeted repeatedly, his house had been stolen, and his face had been ground into the dirt. Now, it was just great—his father was actually telling him to curry favor with that man.
In the more than a thousand years since his birth, when had his father ever asked him to flatter someone else?
His father had always told him that when out in the world, one could lose anything except face and integrity.
He had been told to remember that he was born to be a mountain, not a stream; he was meant to stand at the peak of the mountain range and look down upon the mediocre ravines. He was told he was the child of a god standing on the shoulders of giants, destined to stand above tens of millions of people.
But today.
His father actually wanted him to curry favor with Bai Mang, a third-class demon.
From this moment on,
Huang Xiao knew that his dream of seeking revenge against Bai Mang in this lifetime was broken, shattered, and gone.
He walked out of the Wind Demon God Palace in a daze, desolate in the rain, staring blankly at the sky as he muttered, "Just who are you..."
Similar scenes were currently playing out in various demon god palaces. However, for the other offspring of the demon gods, it wasn't as awkward as it was for Huang Xiao.
Even if their hearts resisted the idea of contacting a lower demon and even attempting to please him.
They all understood that Bai Mang's ability to translate primordial demon arts was enough to overshadow his status as a third-class demon.
Moreover.
They were certain that Bai Mang surely had stories and secrets they didn't know about.
And those stories and secrets were enough to subvert the current state of the Demon Abyss.
Bai Mang had been brought back by the High Priest. The fact that their fathers and mothers were telling them to contact Bai Mang carried an obvious meaning.
Ultimately, it came down to two phrases.
Recruit them.
Utilize them.
They had to use every means possible to squeeze every bit of value from him, not just the translation of primordial demon arts, but also the secrets he held and the fortune he possessed.
In their eyes, the current Bai Mang was no longer just a third-class demon; he was an opportunity. He was right there, and who could grab him or take the largest share would depend on their own abilities.
Chi Ji's father even hinted to her that she and Bai Mang could have a different kind of story together.
Chi Ji's face turned red, and she pretended not to understand!
Chi Ming, however, spoke bluntly. "Greed and lust are human nature; they've always gone hand in hand. That boy is greedy for money, so he must be lustful as well. Just watch—someone among your peers will surely use a honey trap on him."
Lowering her head, Chi Ji retorted to her father, "Bai Mang isn't that kind of person."
But Chi Ming said, "No, it's that you don't understand men."
Chi Ji was speechless. "What kind of father tells his own daughter to do such a thing?"
Chi Ming explained, "What kind of thing? It's just letting you cultivate feelings. This sort of thing can't be forced; it's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, what parents don't worry about their children's life-long matters? And which father doesn't want his daughter to find a desirable son-in-law?"
Unable to win the argument against her father, Chi Ji said insincerely, "But he's just a third-class demon. How can a heavenly demon have that kind of bond with a third-class demon?"
Chi Ming smiled slightly and said calmly, "No, you're wrong."
Chi Ji didn't understand. "Where am I wrong?"
Chi Ming said meaningfully, "Remember, starting from now, Bai Mang is no longer a third-class demon."
Chi Ji remained confused.
Chi Ming teased jokingly, "Many things can change. Rules are set by people, and order is influenced by others; it's all the same. Although you are young and your cultivation and talent are somewhat lacking compared to the other goddesses, you still have an advantage over them. I have high hopes for you."
Chi Ji tilted her head and asked, "What advantage? Is it because we know each other? But that was just a transaction."
Chi Ming smiled mysteriously. "No, it's that you're prettier than all of them."
Chi Ji was stunned.
That was actually the truth.
She pouted and turned to leave. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
While her mouth said no, her heart was secretly delighted, as if something she had long anticipated had suddenly come true. The young girl's thoughts were laid bare.
In fact, she had always hoped that Bai Mang would be valued, and she even hoped he could achieve a leap in social status.
Just like now.
A perfect match!
However, she had also worried about it. If he really achieved a leap in status, or even condensed nether fire and truly became the Demon Lord, would she still be worthy?
She had questioned herself more than once because, compared to the other heavenly demons of her generation, she always seemed quite ordinary.
She wasn't as powerful as Lan Yan or Lv Ying, nor as clever as they were.
If they competed with her, it seemed Bai Mang would have no reason to choose her.
However...
Her father's words just now gave her immense confidence—it was that she was prettier than them. Although it seemed she had never felt that being pretty was particularly useful.
But that didn't mean it was completely useless.
Her father was right. Greed and lust were human nature and always went together. Bai Mang was so greedy for money; what if he was lustful too?
For the first time, she felt that being lustful could actually be a positive trait.
As she walked out of the demon god palace, she unconsciously straightened her posture.
Standing by the window, Chi Ming watched his daughter's figure disappear from sight and couldn't help but shake his head bitterly.
He had seen through Chi Ji's thoughts long ago. Previously, he hadn't wanted to interfere and wanted her to handle it herself, but now, his mindset had shifted slightly.
It was because he truly believed Bai Mang's explanation—that his master was a mysterious ancestral demon, quite possibly a strand of the Demon Lord's divine sense.
Since Bai Mang could translate primordial demon arts, there was a chance he really could condense nether fire.
If that were the case.
He knew the High Priest would do whatever it took to push him onto that divine throne.
There might be people who would oppose it, and more than one, but Chi Ming would choose to support it.
The Demon Abyss needed a hope.
The Demon Abyss also needed a Demon Lord.
Just like how the Wendao Sect had a Little Grand-Uncle named Xu Xian.
If the demon race could also produce a peerless monster, the Demon Lord Bai Mang.
Then would they have the power to fight in the future? Could the catastrophe mentioned by the High Priest be easily resolved?
He was full of expectation for this and speculated groundlessly that perhaps Bai Mang was guided by the Demon Lord to save the demon race.
Stroking the translated volume in his hand, he murmured to himself, "I hope it is truly so."
There were others who shared his thoughts, though many also intended only to utilize Bai Mang and discard him once he had outlived his usefulness.
However, just as Xu Xian had anticipated, the demon gods did not immediately study the primordial demon arts they had just received themselves.
Instead, they summoned their respective confidants and handed over the techniques.
Only Bai Mang understood the primordial demon script; whether it was true or false was something only he knew for sure.
As the saying goes, one must always be on guard. It was only natural to be cautious, and they were in no rush, even if they didn't believe Bai Mang would dare to act recklessly.
In his current situation, he couldn't escape even if he had wings. To act recklessly would be no different from cutting off his own path.
But...
This youth's mind was extremely peculiar; they had to be on guard!
"Rest assured, My Lord. Your subordinate will not fail this mission!"
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