Chapter 127: Shangyu, Come With Me
“My sleep has been completely disturbed by you!”
Ming Yexin’s heart raced with excitement, paying no mind to what the little girl said.
After all, this little girl was the Demon Lord!
And now, the Demon Lord had been resurrected by him!
Though he hadn’t expected the Demon Lord to be a girl, and not even older than seven or eight years, that didn’t change the fact that the Demon Lord had returned to this world!
Everything was perfect!
As long as the Demon Lord had returned to the mortal realm, given some time, she would make the entire heavens and earth tremble.
Ming Yexin was so overcome with emotion that he immediately knelt to the ground.
“Ming Yexin, I pay homage to Your Excellency, the Heavenly Saint Demon Lord!”
“If the Demon Marshal Qiya knew you had returned to the world, he would be ecstatic!”
This Demon Marshal Qiya was one of the nine demon marshals under the Heavenly Saint Demon Lord, and also Ming Yexin’s master.
That was why Ming Yexin called the Heavenly Saint Demon Lord “master.”
The Heavenly Saint Demon Lord, that little girl, was not pleased.
She furrowed her brows and said, “Someone’s coming. It’s no good person... I feel my primordial soul...”
Ming Yexin’s entire face changed drastically.
He knew that thousands of years ago, when the Demon Lord failed to ascend to Immortal King, her nine primordial souls scattered across the Nine Realms.
All the demon generals under the Demon Lord were divided into nine squads, each led by one of the nine demon marshals, guarding one primordial soul each.
Now, if the Demon Lord wanted to fully restore her former self, she had to reunite the nine primordial souls into one.
Each of these nine primordial souls had its own consciousness and thoughts; they chased and devoured each other.
Most crucially... each of the nine demon squads believed that the primordial soul they followed was the true Demon Lord...
Because the demon sect was constantly embroiled in internal warfare, fighting to the death!
Ming Yexin believed that by guarding his master in the mortal realm, all would be safe, but he hadn’t expected that others had already discovered them.
As he was thinking this, a thunderous voice suddenly rang in his ear.
“Demon Guard Shangyu requests the Demon Lord’s primordial soul accompany me to restore the true body!”
In the blink of an eye, a youthful figure appeared in the secret chamber.
His flowing long hair stood upright, his face covered in black demonic tattoos.
His aura was dark and oppressive, holding a black bottle in his hand.
“Shangyu? You serve under the Demon Marshal Qinmie... how did you find this place...”
Ming Yexin immediately threw himself in front of the little girl.
“Your Excellency, please leave quickly!”
They had waited so long for the Demon Lord’s resurrection; if she was taken away by Qinmie’s men the moment she appeared, what would happen to their Qiya squad?
“Heh? Such a small Xuan Demon dares to block me? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly deluded!”
Shangyu opened the black bottle, releasing a surge of black mist and rolling demonic energy.
Ming Yexin felt an unknown force binding him, almost tearing him apart in the next instant.
Demonic energy also spilled from the little girl’s body, drifting directly toward the mouth of the black bottle.
“Annoying!”
The little girl’s face showed impatience.
She reached out and grabbed Ming Yexin, while her other small hand casually swiped through the air.
Suddenly, a black abyss appeared before Shangyu.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl and Ming Yexin vanished.
In the Nanling Mountain Range.
“Get on my back, run quickly!”
The once impatient little girl now looked anxious.
“Hurry, I just resurrected; my strength hasn’t recovered yet. He’ll catch up soon!”
Ming Yexin hurriedly lifted the little girl onto his back, took a step, and instantly covered thousands of miles.
But no sooner had he moved than a wave of demonic energy chased after them from behind.
“That’s way too fast!”
Ming Yexin’s face darkened. He had used almost all his abilities to escape in time.
Yet the chasing aura was right on their heels, impossible to shake off.
“Land!”
“I sense a powerful aura.”
Following the little girl’s command, Ming Yexin swiftly landed on the ground.
They had reached the outer edge of the Nanling Mountain Range.
The mountains trembled and shook, yet amidst this devastation stood a village, untouched and unmoved.
...
Ming Yexin was taken aback.
“The Nanling Mountains have collapsed like this, how could this little mountain village be perfectly intact without a single change?”
“And it seems to be covered by some unknown force.”
He hesitated, uncertain what lay within this village.
“Hurry, hide inside the village.”
The little girl urged, “They’re almost upon us.”
If caught, there would be no escape.
Ming Yexin steeled himself, “Alright! Let’s go!”
He stepped forward again, heading toward the village.
...
At this moment.
Two middle-aged men dressed in plain linen robes stood at the outer edge of the Nanling Mountain Range.
“According to the firsthand information we have, that person from Nanyi is in the small village ahead.”
“If we recklessly appear, we might all die a tragic death!”
These two had earlier conferred within the Xuan-colored Cloud Sea, planning to go to Nanyi.
Perhaps they were not mere humans, but immortals!
After the Extreme Journey Holy Land event, everyone knew that a high-level figure from Nanyi was at the outskirts of the Nanling Mountains.
It was common knowledge, easily learned by anyone who asked.
Shen Bing stared gloomily at the village ahead. “We won’t know for sure until we go inside.”
“If it’s just demon cultivators inside, then it’ll be easier to handle.”
As they spoke, Shen Bing’s companion suddenly exclaimed, “Look! What’s that?”
He looked up and saw black mist continuously surging above the village’s highest point.
It was not just mist, but demonic energy!
“That’s the demon clan...”
Even from this distance, they felt a terrifying power that made their whole bodies tremble.
“No way, could it really be the demon clan?” Yang Li refused to believe it.
“I can feel such heavy pressure even from afar; this person must be at least a True Immortal, or Xuan Immortal, or even higher...”
Shen Bing’s face darkened.
Neither dared to advance, only standing at a distance.
Only after the black mist descended into the village did they finally relax.
“Looks like the village really is where Ming Yexin, that demon cultivator, is.”
“No need to go in. Let’s leave!”
Shen Bing turned and led Yang Li away.
They had gotten the information they wanted; there was no need to risk their lives.
...
Inside the village.
Ming Yexin carried the little girl on his back, exerting every ounce of his strength.