Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Chapter 342: Equal Creation for Everyone

"Your Majesty, you were in seclusion for the past two days, and I have not had time to report to you."

Baichuan Menghu saluted Ren Yi, "Prince Yuan has already submitted a letter to hand over all of his subordinates in the fourth level. From now on, he will only be responsible for command."

Ren Yi frowned. The tenth to fourteenth levels were conferred upon the Soul King by her father himself after the Soul King voluntarily withdrew from the co-rule of the two kings.

According to the tradition of the demon clan, although these four layers still belong to the demon clan, the Soul King and his descendants have the highest authority over these four layers.

Shu Yuan could give away such a big bargaining chip just by saying so.

It’s crazy enough.

He picked up the teacup on the table and asked, "What about the letter of apology?"

The guard paused, then said:

"Prince Yuan said that he has admired the king for a long time and cannot help himself."

"It's really a sin."

"I would like to offer the mountains and rivers as tribute to the king."

"He doesn't ask for the title of the king's wife, he just wants the king to remember him a little more."

"If any cultivator is favored by the Demon King today, Prince Yuan will definitely take him to his house and have a good exchange with him for a few years."

When the people in the hall heard the guard's words, they were suddenly in an uproar.

The monk who was still able to maintain his sanity carefully analyzed:

"It's over, it's over. We have no chance!"

"Prince Yuan has emptied his family fortune and doesn't even ask for a title. If we ask for it, wouldn't we be considered wishful thinkers?"

"He really created everyone equally."

The monk, unable to keep his sanity, cursed secretly:

"This really opened my eyes. Prince Yuan's teasing is simply insinuating us!"

"He retreated to advance and threw us all into the river."

"Communication? Walk in and lie out, right?"

"Haha, according to Prince Yuan's attitude, not to mention people, even if a passing dog peeks at the king, it will be slapped twice."

Some monks found danger in the words they read:

"They say the mountains and rivers are betrothal gifts, but the prince says the mountains and rivers are tribute. Tribute? In Prince Yuan's eyes, even if she loves the Demon King, she is still respected as a monarch."

"They say that serving a king is like serving a tiger. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for us to come here on impulse..."

Ren Yi relaxed his brows and coughed twice to interrupt the discussions of the people around him.

"I didn't know Prince Yuan..."

"Well, whatever, even though I only consider Prince Yuan as a good brother, Prince Yuan's sincere heart really moved me."

"I have decided to focus all my energy on the mission of strengthening the demon clan, and the matter of recruiting a royal husband will be postponed indefinitely!"

The three elders' faces immediately fell.

As soon as the second elder opened his mouth, he was held down by the first elder.

The king has already said so, and the situation is no longer suitable to bring up this matter.

They bowed to the one who was seated above them:

"Demon King Shengming!"

Everyone in the hall bowed and saluted: "Demon King, Holy and Wise."

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Celestial Clan, Holy Land of Lingshan.

Yan Xun slowly opened his eyes, covered his chest and sat up.

"If you hadn't planted the mark of your clone in my soul in advance, I would have really died."

Yan Xun looked up at the man in front of him who was fiddling with bottles and jars with his back to him, "Junior brother, I owe you this time."

The man didn't look back, holding a few pills between his fingers.

"Brother, your sacred mountain is extremely beautiful, and the spiritual energy it contains is indeed rich."

"Junior brother, although Lingshan has now been returned to the Celestial Clan, they will not come to this holy land for a while. You can rest your soul here."

"In a few years, your soul will become even stronger, and you will be able to devour other monks to recover."

The man put the last few pills on the table into the bottle.

"Brother, I will never be able to recover no matter how long I stay here."

He turned around, and his sinister eyes slowly turned into a light purple.

"Because I am a demon."

Yan Xun was struck by lightning and looked at him in shock.

Their masters are cultivators from the human world, but most of the disciples they accept are cultivators from the celestial race.

No wonder... No wonder the master always teaches his disciples magic skills individually, and they are all magic skills commonly used by demons.

But he is a member of the demon clan, why should I join him when only a wisp of soul is left?

A cold sweat broke out on Yan Xun's body uncontrollably.

He turned around and tried to flee, but his spirit and soul were fixed in place, unable to move.

"W-who are you!"

The man smiled coldly: "One of the four great princes of the demon clan - the son of Prince Wan, Huyan Luo Liuguang."

Yan Xun looked at him in disbelief.

"Prince Wan? Wasn't he deposed?"

"Huyan Luo Liuguang? The loser who was kept as a proton by the Demon King after being defeated in battle?"

Liuguang grabbed his throat with one hand, "What did you say?!"

"Demon King?"

"She ascended the throne?"