Peacock Princess Makes Her Move

Lin Chang'an and the others stayed in the Demon Market for several more days, gathering information before they finally left.

Inside a pavilion built atop a giant tree in the Demon Market, three transformed Nascent Soul cultivators of the Demon Race hurried in.

"Demon Monarch Feiyu, the black-robed cultivator spent several days asking about the Spirit Treasure Mouse King. He just left the Demon Market."

Seated above them, Demon Monarch Feiyu listened to their report. His face was sinister, his bearing steeped in arrogance. He gave a cold laugh.

"That rat hiding in its hole still hasn't given up."

The Spirit Treasure Mouse King's descendant was already badly wounded, yet it had hidden in the Demon Market. Feiyu could do nothing reckless there; even his father, the Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation Demon Monarch Qingyu, dared not act rashly.

His father served under Demon Venerable Jin Peng, a Void Refinement demon venerable who had ruled this region for over ten thousand years. Even with Jin Peng's lifespan nearing its end, no one dared provoke him.

"I went through enough to break through to Spirit Transformation. I can't stop here."

Feiyu had used a secret art to reach Spirit Transformation, damaging his very foundation. The thought darkened his face.

The Treasure-Seeking Mouse King had fallen, and their fathers had swallowed the lion's share. Feiyu naturally wanted what remained.

More importantly, that mouse demon's Inner Core would be immensely nourishing for him.

"Keep a close watch."

"Yes!"

The three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Demon Race withdrew respectfully. Demon Monarch Feiyu's eyes flickered, a ruthless look crossing his face.

"Let's see how long you can hide in the Demon Market, you rat."

As for the unfamiliar Spirit Transformation Cultivator who had contacted the mouse demon, Feiyu was arrogant, not stupid.

Why offend an unfamiliar