"Suppose you were unfortunate enough to be swept into an Abyssal war. Your Demon commander had been severely wounded, and the enemy army was bearing down on you."
"In a situation where defeat was certain, what should you do?" Yin Ming continued asking.
"Surrender! Surrender decisively! Preserve this useful body and collect Soul Crystals for Lord Wizard," Hui Er said.
"Smack..."
"You think the other Demons won't kill you just because you surrender?"
"You should turn around and kill your Demon commander. That way, not only will you have a token of allegiance, but if you're lucky, you might even receive Soul Crystals from the enemy as a reward."
"If you were unfortunate enough to be summoned by a human Wizard, and they wanted to dismember you for materials..."
"..."
"Enough! Once you've learned these things, you'll have grasped the basic survival skills of the Abyss."
Half an hour later, Yin Ming had finished explaining and analyzing the seventeen common dangers Quasit pups might encounter in the Abyss and how to handle them.
Although he himself had never set foot in the Abyssal world, and was entirely engaging in armchair warfare based on the Quasit inheritance memories, using reasonable imagination and deduction.
"We worship Lord Wizard! If not for your imparting us these survival experiences, I'm afraid ninety percent of us would have perished the moment we arrived in the Abyss."
None of the Monkey Quasits knew that Yin Ming had never been to the Abyss. They found his views deeply convincing. Quite a few even planned to find a piece of hide to take notes on, and the clear stupidity had vanished from their eyes.
Just from the tip of the iceberg Yin Ming described, they could feel how difficult a Demon's life was, how treacherous and ever-changing the Abyssal world could be, and they sank into deep doubt about their own abilities.
A thought could not help surfacing in their minds: Actually, being a monkey isn't so bad.
[Zero Ring: Abyssal Sacrifice.]
Nine hundred and sixty-two Monkey Quasits used their blood to trace the energy circuits of the spell formation.
With hearts filled with incomparable unease, they embarked upon their journey to the Abyssal Plane.
"Ah..."
One Monkey Quasit after another stepped onto the rune array and vanished.
Yin Ming suddenly felt like a parent—pah... like an old farmer planting seeds in spring and waiting for the harvest.
Even if a single Monkey Quasit had only a one-in-a-hundred chance of redeeming its Soulstone, he could still harvest one hundred thousand Soul Crystals.
Moreover, Monkey Quasits would grow stronger over time. Once they advanced from Zero Ring to First-Ring Transcendents, the difficulty of obtaining ten thousand Soul Crystals would plummet, and they could bring in a steady long-term income.
"Let's go! Time to return to the Flame-Burners Association!"
Ever since learning that the Abyssal Sacrifice would be detected by the Black Tower, Yin Ming had forgiven Count Golden Lion's entire family.
This time, he did not remain at the scene. He left the crime scene at top speed.
[...]
"Abyssal Will fluctuations detected. Green Forest has carried out nearly a thousand Abyssal Sacrifices. Has the Warlock Alliance thrown even its last shred of decency to the wind?"
At the Wizard Black Tower, a bearded Wizard blew his beard and glared as he watched the crystal ball used to detect Abyssal Sacrifices flash like a revolving lantern, letting out an enraged roar.
At the same time, several Warlocks hurried to the karst cave. Looking at the densely packed Abyssal Sacrifice Runes, they raised hands to their foreheads. "Madness! How many Demons must this be? They descended into the mortal world, so why are they returning to the Abyss?"
On the Abyssal Shallow Plane, nearly a thousand Monkey Quasits descended, appearing within the territories of various Demon Lords.
In the Blackscale Mountains, Romance, the War Demon, suddenly opened his eyes. Countless phantoms emerged behind him, passing through the black mist and bringing out an unconscious Quasit.
He inspected it from head to toe, drew a drop of blood with a sharp nail, then placed it in his mouth to taste. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Not bad luck! I've caught a Quasit pup with royal blood. This will be enough to brag to Kluo about for a while!"
"Wake up, little thing. You now have two choices. Either..."
"I know you want my Soulstone, but you have to give me Soul Crystals."
War Demon: "..."
Why had the script suddenly changed?
Wasn't it always, "Respected Lord, I am willing to serve you, but give me liberty or give me death"?
"With your Soulstone in hand, even you belong to me. I can agree to your request first, then take the Soul Crystals back afterward."
Romance, the War Demon, seriously suspected that this was a Quasit whose brain had not fully developed, and asked in utter confusion.
"No. If you dare take back the Soul Crystals, I'll destroy them first, then go die."
Red Eighteen's gaze was firm. He had rehearsed this scene thousands upon thousands of times in his heart. His words struck the ground like iron, and even he himself believed three parts of it first.
Shock!!
Had the Quasit Clan become so poor yet so fierce?
They were actually ruthless enough to sell even themselves?
"..."
Several days later.
Demon King Christine summoned the Demon Lords. Passing by the territory of Kluo, the neighboring Lava Troll, Romance deliberately paid a visit.
Inside a palace built from black stone above a scorching lava crater, the two Demons sat facing one another.
Even in his normal state, the Lava Troll stood three meters tall. By comparison, the War Demon, who was the height of an ordinary human, looked somewhat diminutive.
As for the Quasit, who stood only one meter forty tall, he was practically without any presence at all.
After exchanging pleasantries, the War Demon suddenly said, "You're asking who he is? Nothing much. I picked up this royal-blood Quasit pup a few days ago."
"A royal-blood Quasit pup? You make it sound like you're the only one with one."
The Lava Troll's face showed disdain. He waved a hand. "Let me show you the one I picked up."
With that, a Quasit pup more than two meters tall, with a slightly hunched body and two tufts of gleaming silver monkey fur at the tips of his ears, walked before the War Demon.
War Demon: "..."
Looking at the Quasit who was even taller than himself.
Romance drew a deep breath and pointed at the Lava Troll. "Don't tell me he's also an Abyssal Quasit—and a pup at that."
"I personally tested his bloodline. He's a genuine Abyssal Quasit. Perhaps he had too much nutrition and developed a little better."
"..."
"Ah..."
Abyssal Shallow Plane, Scarlet Territory.
Red Nose sat at the entrance of a mine with one leg crossed over the other, watching Demon Bloodlines endlessly carry Soul Crystals out of the mine shaft.
The good news was that he had finally found a Soul Crystal Mine, and its reserves were extremely abundant.
The regrettable part was that this mine already had an owner. He was merely a supervisor; not a single Soul Crystal produced here had the slightest thing to do with him.
"I can't go on like this! That brainless Demon Lord thinks he truly has my Soulstone in his grasp, so he's squeezing me dry for all I'm worth. He can't even bear to give me a single Soul Crystal."
Red Nose suddenly rose to his feet and headed east without encountering any obstruction.
As a Demon who had surrendered his Soulstone, he endured the highest degree of exploitation, but also enjoyed the highest degree of trust. Otherwise, the task of guarding the Soul Crystal Mine would never have fallen to him.
According to the intelligence he had gathered.
To the east, the Demon Lord was a Succubus. Not only was she powerful enough to squeeze dry dozens of Demons of the same rank, it was said that she also had an unclear relationship with a certain Demon King.
If he offered her the information about the Soul Crystal Mine and requested ten thousand inferior Soul Crystals as a reward, that should not be excessive, right?
"Stop! You reckless fool, do you know what place this is that you dare barge in so carelessly?"
Before Red Nose could approach the Yak Mountains, two fit, powerfully built humanoid Demon Bloodlines suddenly appeared behind him and struck the back of his head with an enormous spiked club.
"Quasit pups have been dropping in price badly lately. We might as well kill him directly!" another Demon Bloodline said.
In order to redeem his Soulstone.
Red Nose endured the pain. His body staggered, but he forced himself not to faint. With his last ounce of strength, he roared, "Tell your master that I have a Soul Crystal Mine to offer her."
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