The Yang Jiao Demon could only withdraw his gaze in sorrow, secretly praying that she had merely run slowly rather than been slaughtered.
Xu Chunniang had long since found an opportunity to rendezvous with Yan Yu, naturally unaware that the Yang Jiao Demon was still thinking of her.
Of course, what he coveted was only her cultivation method, along with the corpses in her mustard-seed space that could fetch quite a few demonic crystals.
After the Yellow Sand Demon King fled, chaos engulfed the entire area surrounding the royal city.
Yan Yu and Xu Chunniang stood amid the turmoil, yet their expressions remained exceptionally calm, as though this battlefield had nothing whatsoever to do with them.
The demon cultivators of Dark Night City seemed to have received the king's instructions and deliberately avoided Yan Yu.
Xu Chunniang, who stood together with Yan Yu, was likewise deliberately ignored by them.
"It has only been a few days, yet your cultivation has improved again. Congratulations, congratulations."
Yan Yu glanced at Xu Chunniang, a smile curling over her lips as her dislike for Xu Chunniang deepened by another measure.
The demonic path was a path of slaughter and plunder.
For a Spirit Cultivator to attain enlightenment after converting to the demonic path was as rare as a stone developing the seven emotions and six desires.
Xu Chunniang remained composed. "It is only a minor improvement, not worth mentioning.
Just now, I heard you mention the blood pool. That drop of Essence Blood I merged into the Myriad Demon Tablet should have been destroyed by now, correct?"
Yan Yu's expression did not change, but the hand hidden in her sleeve could not help clenching tighter.
She smiled. "Naturally. We agreed to this cooperation long ago. Surely I would not tamper with something so trivial?"