Will You Hand It Over?

"Will you hand it over? Will you? Huh?!"

Several days later, at the main peak of Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds.

Before the incense altar, three demons stationed by Blackwater Pool trembled uncontrollably, backs pressed against the altar, their faces deathly pale with terror.

Demon King Qiankun held a great halberd in one hand while using the other to brazenly slap one of the Blackwater Pool demons across the cheek.

"This King is asking you a question. Where's the merit? Where did you hide it?"

The stationed demon said shakily, "Th-this is Blackwater Pool's sacred incense site. Aren't you afraid of the Patriarch..."

Demon King Qiankun backhanded it viciously.

The blow sent the demon spinning half a circle on the spot.

"Patriarch, Patriarch—every day, it's Patriarch this, Patriarch that. What, is the Patriarch your daddy?"

With that said.

Demon King Qiankun slowly raised his halberd and pressed its tip toward the demon's throat.

"Hurry up. Don't force This King to search it himself. Hand over every last bit of the merit you've collected. Keep dragging this out... heh heh, and before our master even has to act, This King will chop you up first."

Not far away, atop a blue stone.

Jiang Yuechu, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in silence.

Her cool, clear eyes watched this way without a word.

The threatened demon caught sight of the slender girl from the corner of its eye, and a stormy sea rose in its heart.

It truly could not understand. This was Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds!

Who had not heard of Golden Thread Patriarch's name?

How could anyone dare openly raid Blackwater Pool's incense altar?

What was even more fatal was that this female cultivator clearly possessed only the aura of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm.

Why, then, could she