Chapter 467 | I Really Don't Want to Cultivate Immortality!

Jin Qing sat at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a slow, leisurely sip.

"I asked first."

Xu Xian rolled his eyes.

'She really is something, acting as if she's back in her own home.'

'Well, it actually is her home.'

He casually complained, "Aren't you asking what you already know?"

Whether he went or not, her sister would have told her.

Jin Qing asked with a smile, "What did you see?"

Xu Xian shrugged. "The Nether Gate, heavy mist, and that's it."

"Oh!"

Xu Xian paced over and sat across from her, staring straight at the woman. "Now it's your turn to answer, isn't it?"

Jin Qing glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and asked softly, "Are you in a hurry?"

"This is getting tedious," Xu Xian said with a hint of displeasure.

Everyone had their limits, after all.

Jin Qing took a small sip of hot tea and said slowly, "Tomorrow at noon. They have agreed to come."

Xu Xian felt a slight surge of joy.

That meant there was a chance.

"However, let's be clear. I promised to help you up, but as for whether you can make them willingly part with their money, that's none of my business," Jin Qing said pointedly.

Xu Xian was unhappy. "Didn't we already agree on this?"

Jin Qing's eyes rippled like jade waves. "We did agree, but I never promised to help you rob them."

Rob?

How crude!

Xu Xian looked at her with utter disdain.

"Heh... women."

But it wasn't a big problem. He had his own plans. He never intended to rob anyone; robbing was too vulgar and made one look unrefined.

From tomorrow on, he would be someone of status in the Demon Abyss.

The demon son.

This title was much more significant than his title of Little Grand-Uncle in the Wendao Sword Sect.

In the Wendao Sword Sect, the title of Little Grand-Uncle was honestly not that useful.

Aside from letting him take out more loans, it was just so-so.

But the demon son in the Demon Abyss was different; it would even be possible to have the goddess warm his bed.

Rolling his eyes, Xu Xian tested the waters. "Are you and your sister considering contributing a share as well?"

Jin Qing seemed to have expected Xu Xian to say this. She only spared him a glance and asked indifferently, "How much do you want?"

Xu Xian did some mental calculations and said with a smile, "Since we're friends, I'll give you sisters a discount. Four million. Two million each for you and your sister. How's that? I'm quite conscientious, right?"

Four million?

Compared to the over seventy million he wanted, it really wasn't much.

Jin Qing nodded slightly, swirling the porcelain cup in her hand, and agreed readily. "Fine, as you wish."

Xu Xian was stunned.

"Hmm?"

She agreed that easily?

In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He raised his hand to clutch it, his face twisting in a grimace.

"My chest hurts."

Jin Qing found it inexplicable but still asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Xu Xian said tragically, "I asked for too little. I'm losing out big time."

Jin Qing was speechless.

...

The next day.

Xu Xian moved a chair and sat on the terrace, gazing beyond the sea of clouds at the abyss beneath the mist.

As noon approached, the demon gods arrived one by one, crossing thousands of miles over the Nether Pool and descending upon the majestic Nether Hall. He counted them one by one...

"One, three, eight..."

It wasn't until the last one with yellow hair—the father of Huang Xiao, the Wind Demon—descended onto the square before the hall that he finally stood up.

"Ten."

"All here!"

At the exact moment he stood up, the Small Priest also walked into his room.

Without even knocking, she pushed the door open and leaned lazily against the frame, calling out, "Bai Mang, time's up. You should come down."

Xu Xian strode across the room to the door, radiating confidence.

He feigned a serious expression. "What do you mean, Bai Mang? Don't be so informal. Remember that from now on, you should call me Young Lord."

After saying that, he ignored whatever reaction the Small Priest might have and strode out with his head held high.

In secret, the Small Priest, Jin Yu, made a face, mimicking Xu Xian's tone with disdain. "Call me Young Lord, ugh..."

"What are you doing? Hurry up and follow me!"

"Oh!"

The Small Priest followed with her long legs, grumbling inwardly. All men were the same, always loving to show off.

He hadn't even become the demon son yet, and he was already so full of himself.

But on second thought, it was already a done deal.

By the time Xu Xian and the Small Priest arrived, the group of demon gods had been waiting for quite a while.

It was the same hall as before, with the ten demon gods hidden in the shadows and the High Priest sitting in the light at the head of the room.

After the Small Priest entered, she also sat down beside the High Priest.

The twelve of them formed a semi-circle.

Xu Xian, however, had swapped roles, standing where Chi Ji had stood that day, in the very center of the hall.

The setting seemed identical.

Yet the atmosphere was different in every way.

In the past, Chi Ji had been flustered.

Today, Xu Xian was calm.

In the past, the demon gods had sat high above, looking down on everything.

Today, though they were still examining the youth before them, their gazes were tinged with avoidance.

In fact, they even felt a hint of panic.

His ten-colored long hair was incredibly eye-catching.

As he stood there, they couldn't help but think of the phantom that had appeared over the Nether Pool that day.

And the words he had spoken.

Descendant of the Demon Lord!

Immortal-Demon Bai Mang!

As the saying goes, when a person has been away for a few days, one must view them in a new light. Six months had passed since their last meeting in the Demon God Hall—exactly one rainy season—but seeing the youth again, the situation was vastly different.

They sat in silence, their very breathing hidden in the stillness. The entire hall was empty and quiet.

They were waiting. Waiting for the High Priest to begin, and waiting for Bai Mang to state his position.

Following the plan he had discussed with the High Priest, Xu Xian stood with his hands behind his back and opened with a smile.

"I called everyone here for one thing: I want to be the demon son. Everyone..."

"Who supports it?"

"Who opposes it?"

He got straight to the point.

It was as blunt as could be.

The demon gods in the shadows were all stunned.

Their eyes were filled with confusion. Even the Small Priest, who had come down with Bai Mang, was momentarily dazed.

She thought, 'Is he really being this direct?'

No opening remarks, no preamble, just one sentence: I want to be the demon son. Who supports it? Who opposes it?

To be honest, as demon gods, they considered themselves well-traveled and experienced, but at this moment, they were still thrown off by Bai Mang's approach.

No one did things like this; he wasn't even trying to put on an act.

The High Priest and Chi Ming felt the same way.

However...

Though it was a bit blunt, Chi Ming, Jin Qing, and Jin Yu actually liked and appreciated this display of dominance.

The demon son.

What did that title carry?

The new master of the Demon Abyss. His job was to lead the entire demon race into a brand-new era.

He should be exactly like this, with overbearing dominance.

Fearing nothing.

If he were timid and overly consultative, he would have lost the demeanor of a monarch.

In the darkness of the shadows, Chi Ming was the first to raise his hand, saying in a deep voice, "Agree!"

Next was the High Priest, Jin Qing, who said with a smile, "Agree!"