Qi Yaoji and Gu Huaiwei
A foul-smelling Demonic Qi permeated the entire Lower Realm; wherever it drifted, vegetation withered and beasts turned to demonic forms.
This Demonic Qi, specially refined by Gu Huaiwei, is even more powerful than the Demonic Qi of the Devil Race from the Upper Realm.
Fortunately, the Demonic Qi emanating from Qi Yaoji alone was not enough to drag the entire Lower Realm into hell.
The events that took place at the grand dao companion ceremony of the Flowing Light Sword Sect had already been spread far and wide by those who had managed to escape.
The powerful disciples trapped in the Flowing Light Sword Sect immediately gathered all the sect's forces, hoping to rescue the people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Unfortunately, Qi Yaoji's Demonic Qi was so strong that it completely enveloped the Flowing Light Sword Sect. None of these cultivators were able to break through.
Just as these cultivators surrounded the Flowing Light Sword Sect, pondering how to break through and rescue their trapped powerful figures and relatives, the Flowing Light Sword Sect was currently engulfed in an indescribable "lively" scene.
The newly promoted manager, Qi Yaoji, unceremoniously ordered those cultivators whose cultivation levels were far higher than his to work busily on the main peak.
He also overheard these cultivators secretly insulting him, calling him a lackey of Devil Creature, saying he was unworthy of being human, much less a cultivator.
So what?
He now holds the power of life and death over these people, not those hypocritical bastards.
Most of those who refused to submit to the witch Qi Yaoji were killed by her. Only a small number who seemed somewhat useful were left hanging outside the Demon Lord's Palace, to be watched and ridiculed like animals.
But what about him? Even though these people cursed him behind his back, he still ate and drank well, living a more comfortable and carefree life than any other cultivator.
Thinking this way, the manager's resentment was somewhat soothed.
He glanced sideways at a cultivator whose cultivation had been sealed, whose movements were slower because the injuries from the previous punishment hadn't healed yet.
The steward immediately stepped forward and kicked the man in his injured shoulder, his tone full of malice. "Didn't you eat?! You can't even do this little thing right. If you delay the Demon Lord's dao companion Ceremony, you'll be in big trouble!"
Upon closer inspection of the young cultivator's attire, the steward narrowed his eyes and continued his mocking tone, "Oh, so you're a disciple of the Flowing Light Sword Sect. That's perfect! The Demon Lord has honored you by hosting your dao companion Ceremony on your main peak; you'd better serve him well!"
The monk did not answer, but silently endured the kick that the steward delivered.
Seeing his suppressed rage, the foreman spat at him with a crooked nose before kicking him away. "Pah, useless piece of trash!"
The cultivator picked up the object on the ground and dodged away, but the hatred in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
The main peak hall that used to be filled with fairy spirit has been transformed into Qi Yaoji's bedroom. The surroundings of the Demon Lord Hall have been hung with red silk and plastered with characters.
This scene resembled a wedding celebration in the human world, and it shouldn't have appeared at the dao companion's ceremony between cultivators and Devil Race, but it was precisely Qi Yaoji who took the initiative to give the order.
Inside the Demon Lord's Palace, Qi Yaoji picked up the red wedding dress presented by her servants and personally placed it before Gu Huaiwei.
He remained expressionless, as if Sang Ying had drained all his emotions.
"Look, this is our wedding dress. I specially asked them to make it with the finest Jiaoren Silk. The embroidery thread is made from silk spun by ancient golden silkworms, which is impervious to swords and spears, and water and fire. Do you like it?" Qi Yaoji looked at Gu Huaiwei with a tender expression.
Gu Huaiwei opened her eyes, her gaze blank and pale. "You don't need to do any of this; I can't see it at all."
"You can, you can see!" Qi Yaoji's face was still smiling, but that smile looked more sinister than it appeared. "Your Demonic Power is gone, but your Divine Sense is still there. You can use your Divine Sense to see, look, look quickly!"
She forcefully shoved the wedding dress into Gu Huaiwei's arms, her stubbornness almost consuming her.
"If this continues, can you really stay rational?" Gu Huaiwei didn't reach out, letting his wedding clothes slip to the ground.
His words were like a fuse, igniting the fury in Qi Yaoji's heart. "I'm very rational, no matter what you say, I'm very rational! You're the one who's always irrational, you crazy person who's willing to risk your life for others!"
Qi Yaoji's greatest wish in this life was to ascend to heaven. Her childhood with her biological father was extremely difficult.
If they hadn't met Gu Huaiwei and received her help, they probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to establish the Mara Gate, and Qi Yaoji would never have experienced those dreamlike and wonderful days.
She wanted to become stronger, and even more so, she craved power.
Therefore, she could reside in the jade pendant without hesitation to help Su Fuyun, all for the sake of Gu Huaiwei's promise of ascension.
Unfortunately, it was all a deception, a grand scam orchestrated by Gu Huaiwei!
Qi Yaoji devoured Gu Huaiwei's Demonic Qi heart, preventing her from ascending to immortality. But that doesn't matter; as long as she becomes the strongest being in the Lower Realm, her wish can still be fulfilled...
As for Gu Huaiwei, she was nothing more than a plaything for him to please himself.
"Alright, I don't want to hear any more of your unpleasant words. The wedding will proceed as planned. After we get married, I will destroy the Flowing Light Sword Sect and everything that Sang Ying cherishes right in front of you!" Just like she did, killing my father and destroying the Mara Gate.
Attending the wedding banquet of the young master of the White Lion Tribe was a certainty. For this reason, Chief He specially divided the Calling Deer Tribe's delegation into two teams, each heading to one of the two tribes.
Chief He was supposed to return to the tribe with the main force, since the other group of young people had all the precious supplies in their hands. If anything went wrong, Chief He would have to pay for it with his own life.
However, Sang Ying and Yue Tianze were both going to the White Lion Tribe to attend a wedding banquet, and Chief He was afraid that these two people, who were of great importance to them, would be abducted. He had seen that the Beastmen of the White Lion Tribe were looking at the two with covetous eyes, clearly harboring ill intentions!
With worries in his heart, Chief He had no choice but to make a decision, entrusting the task of escorting the supplies back to the tribe to a group of Beastmen with the fastest cultivation speed in the tribe.
He and the few remaining people followed Sang Ying and the others to the White Lion Tribe.
The little girl, Yue, was supposed to leave with the rest of the group, but she stubbornly insisted on staying by Sang Ying's side, leaving He with no choice but to agree.
This salt lake is much closer to the White Lion Tribe than the Calling Deer Tribe. It's estimated that the other team hasn't even returned to the Calling Deer Tribe yet, while Sang Ying and her group have already arrived in the White Lion's territory.
At this moment White Lion Tribe was filled with a joyful and peaceful atmosphere. As the procession to attend the banquet walked in, they saw countless pieces of meat and fruit—food that was considered plentiful by the Beastmen —which was a testament to the White Lion Tribe's great importance on their young master's wedding feast.
At this very moment, the bride-to-be at this grand wedding banquet is trying her best to persuade her fiancé to reveal his identity and name.