After escaping the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Kunpeng immediately headed towards the Thirty-three Heavens.
He was, after all, a demon Demon Master of the Demon Court. If the Minghe dared to pursue him, it would have to consider Tai Yi's feelings.
" Minghe, we're almost at the Demon Court. If you keep chasing us, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Kunpeng spoke casually, but he ran away even faster.
Upon hearing this, Minghe revealed a sinister smile, "Didn't you want to create some kind of Demon Script? Give me the Primordial Violet Qi, and the Ancestor can help."
Kunpeng cursed loudly after hearing this.
You spend all day rummaging around in your Blood Sea, I don't know what you're up to.
Are you going to create Demon Script?
I'd rather help those barbarians from the Ancestral Witch!
"Go!"
With Minghe unleashed the Yuantu Abi Twin Swords towards Kunpeng.
" Minghe, do you really think my Kunpeng is a pushover?!"
Kunpeng was also somewhat annoyed by Minghe's treatment. As a Quasi-Saint, how could he tolerate such humiliation?
Kunpeng took out the Demon Master's Staff, Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure treasure bestowed upon him by Tai Yi, and swung it at the Yuantu Abi Twin Swords.
The Demon Master's Staff clashed head-on with the Yuantu and Abi Swords, and the bloodthirsty aura and demonic wind exploded, completely tearing apart the surrounding space.
Kunpeng used the force to fly backwards, his face turning even paler.
Although his Demon Master's Staff was Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, it was only recently acquired and had not been deeply refined.
What can compare to the pair of natal swords of the Minghe, born from the Blood Sea and having slaughtered countless beings?
"Hmph, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Minghe sneered, Karma Red Lotus appearing beneath his feet, and a phantom of the Blood Sea churning behind him, as he prepared to unleash his twin swords once more.
Just then--
"Hey, isn't this Kunpeng Demon Master and Fellow Minghe Styx? You've come all this way to spar at the gates of our Demon Court?"
A slightly mocking, boyish voice came lazily from the side and below.
Kunpeng and Minghe turned their heads at the same time.
Not far away, atop a desolate mountain, Qin Yuan was squatting.
Holding the glittering Demon History Scroll in one hand and the Shi Huang Brush in the other, he watched them with great interest.
" Qin Yuan?!"
Kunpeng's eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, and he hurriedly shouted, " History Emperor! Quickly, that Minghe is trying to steal my Primordial Violet Qi! Save me!"
Minghe's face darkened, and his eyes swept towards Qin Yuan with a sinister look.
He recognized the little golden crow Demon Court History Emperor, whose cultivation was also at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, but whose combat power was not strong.
The problem is that this is the outer edge of the Thirty-three Heavens, and Qin Yuan's appearance means that the main force of the Demon Court is nearby.
Minghe's voice was hoarse, "This is a personal grudge between This Poor Daoist and Kunpeng, and has nothing to do with your Demon Court. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately!"
Qin Yuan ignored him, instead focusing on writing furiously on the Demon History Scroll, muttering to himself:
" The Demon Court Calendar... Hmm, how many years has the Demon Court Calendar been written? Never mind, that's not important."
Qin Yuan's writing flowed like a whirlwind, his eyes gleaming with golden light:
" The Blood Sea Minghe, Styx, has been pursuing the Demon Master Kunpeng for a thousand years, his love deeply rooted. However, the Demon Master is devoted to the great cause of the Demon Clan race and has repeatedly refused his advances."
"Today, the Blood Sea Ancestor blocked our way outside the Demon Court, wielding the Yuantu and Abi swords, claiming to be borrowing the Primordial Violet Qi, but in reality, he was forcing us into marriage!"
"Its voice was stern, its emotion sorrowful; those who heard it were heartbroken, and those who saw it wept..."
"The domineering patriarch is proposing love online, while the innocent Demon Master is fleeing in a fiery escape... That's a great title!"
Minghe: "..."
Kunpeng: "???"
"What nonsense are you writing!" Minghe shouted angrily, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
Qin Yuan raised his head, looking completely innocent. "Fellow Minghe Styx, as the History Emperor of the Demon Court, recording major events in the Prehistoric World is my duty."
"Look, the Kunpeng Demon Master is a high-ranking official of my Demon Court. You're here blocking my way to rob me... oh no, I mean to spar. I should at least record this truthfully, shouldn't I?"
"When this gets back to the Prehistoric World, everyone will judge for themselves: Is it you, Fellow Daoist, who bullied the weak, or is it that the Kunpeng Demon Master has a moral failing and has stirred up karma he shouldn't have?"
He spoke politely, and his smile was kind.
But to Minghe, the sound was colder than the blade of Yuantu and Abi Swords's sword.
The whole messy affair between East Prince Gong and Tai Yi has been turned into something out of a ridiculous way by Qin Yuan; everyone in the Prehistoric World knows it...
If this kid were to create some kind of overpowered novel, would Minghe even be able to survive in the Prehistoric World anymore...?
The key point is that Qin Yuan is backed by the Demon Court and Tai Yi.
This has really gotten out of hand. Tai Yi led his demon soldiers to attack the Blood Sea. Although he wasn't afraid, he was in for a lot of trouble.
Minghe's eyes flickered as he weighed his options.
Looking at Kunpeng again, although it was in a sorry state, it clearly still had some strength left, and it wouldn't be easy to defeat it in the short term.
Qin Yuan may seem lazy, but he has cultivated to the Quasi-Saint; he is no easy opponent.
Moreover, the pen and the scroll in his hand exuded a rather strange aura.
"Snort!"
Minghe finally let out a cold snort, gave Qin Yuan a deep look, and then glared fiercely at Kunpeng.
" Kunpeng, you're lucky today!"
"I will temporarily store the Primordial Violet Qi with you. I will retrieve it when we meet again!"
Having said that, the Minghe did not linger.
Beneath his feet Karma Red Lotus swirled with blood-red light, enveloping Yuantu and Abi Swords and transforming into a long, blood-red rainbow.
Without looking back, it fled towards the Netherworld Sea of Blood and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Kunpeng only breathed a long sigh of relief after the aura of the Minghe had completely disappeared. Its body swayed, and it almost fell off the cloud.
He landed on the mountain peak where Qin Yuan was, his face still somewhat pale, and cupped his hands, saying, "Many thanks to History Emperor for rescuing me this time!"
Qin Yuan waved his hand, closed the Demon History Scroll, and said with a smile, " Demon Master, you're too kind. Serving as a fellow minister is only right, but..."
He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his eyes gleamed with gossip:
" Demon Master, you really don't owe Minghe any debt of love?"
"Or did he take something he shouldn't have?"
"Judging from the way he chased you, it doesn't seem like he's just after the Primordial Violet Qi..."
Kunpeng's old face darkened. " Your History Emperor, be careful what you say! I have no This Poor Daoist with the Minghe! This is purely an undeserved disaster!"
"Oh~~" Qin Yuan drawled out the sound, with an expression that said "I understand, I understand," and made another note in the Demon History Scroll.
" The History Emperor!!" Kunpeng cried out anxiously.
"Just kidding, just kidding." Qin Yuan knew when to stop, patted Kunpeng on the shoulder, "Let's go, Demon Master, let's go back to the Heavenly Court first, His Majesty is probably waiting."
Kunpeng sighed, nodded, and felt much more at ease.
In any case, they were finally back in the Demon Court, and thus safe.
The two transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the majestic Lingxiao Treasure Hall, which stood atop the Thirty-Three Heavens.
However, as Kunpeng flew away, he always felt that Qin Yuan's gaze was still a little strange...
He couldn't help but glance again at the Demon History Scroll in Qin Yuan's sleeve, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
In the Prehistoric World of history, will my escape today be recorded in some strange way?