138: On the eve of the Grimoire! All the undercover agents gather!

Nine Nether Demon Domain.

The heart of the Demonic Path, Ten Thousand Demon City, was currently in a state of unprecedented excitement.

The once-in-ten-thousand-years demon codex was about to begin.

The yellow springs demonic sword would choose its master and emerge.

For a time, demons danced wildly within the city, and Demonic Qi soared to the heavens.

On the wide Bone Street, a massive Three-Headed Demon Hound rampaged, pulling a magnificent carriage stitched from human skin.

A bare-chested brawny man on the carriage laughed maniacally as he scattered Spirit Stones into the sky, causing the surrounding demonic cultivators to fight over the fragments until their brains spilled out.

Chaos, blood, and a total lack of order.

This was the daily life of Ten Thousand Demon City.

However, within this scene of Chaos, some out-of-place "outliers" were mixed in.

To the south of the city, at the entrance of the "Ten Thousand Bone Gold-Dissolving Den," a tavern built from countless skulls.

A handsome little monk was chasing a skeleton demonic cultivator who had just come out, palms pressed together with a Face full of piety.

"Amitabha! Benefactor, this poor monk is Monk Jiese. I see your bones are extraordinary and your whole body is like jade; you must surely have a predestined affinity with my Buddha! Why not lay down your butcher's knife and join this poor monk to study the Buddhist Dharma and explore the true meaning of life?"

The faint blue soul-fire in the skeleton demonic cultivator's eye sockets flickered, clearly a bit stunned by this sudden "enlightenment."

He creaked his neck around and pointed at his empty chest cavity. "Buddhist Dharma? I don't even have a heart, how am I supposed to study it?"

Monk Jiese did not give up. The two vertical angry eyebrows he had drawn with soot from the bottom of a pot squeezed together, looking exceptionally comical.

"Benefactor, you are mistaken! Whether a heart exists or not lies within a single thought!"

"Look at these bones of yours, so white, so bright. If used to strike a wooden fish, the sound would surely be crisp and pleasant, enough to make the Buddha himself beam with joy!"

The skeleton demonic cultivator's soul-fire began to flicker erratically.

He felt as if his soul-fire was about to be nagged into extinction by this monk.

On another street, a youth dressed in sharp black clothes, disguised as a demonic blade-user, glared at a Devil Head who was whistling overhead on a flying Magical Artifact.

"Hey! Do you know how to fly? Do you understand first come, first served? Cutting in line, huh? Get down here and fight me one-on-one!"

Jian Buping was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. The sword at his waist buzzed, longing to leave its scabbard and drink blood.

The Devil Head glanced back at him with a look as if he were seeing a fool, then spat out a glob of phlegm and sped away.

Jian Buping jumped with rage, cursing at the sky, "Don't run if you have the guts! I, from the Taiyi... Bah! I, from the Heavenly Fiend Demonic Sect, am on business, and you dare not give me Face?!"

The surrounding demonic cultivators cast strange looks at him, as if they were watching a greenhorn who had just crawled out of some remote corner.

Amidst this bizarre scene, a shadow blended into the chaotic light and shadows of Ten Thousand Demon City, silently walking through the city gates.

It was Qin Feng.

Feeling the powerful and evil auras throughout the city, he showed no fear; instead, a cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

The surging power of the eighth heaven of the Saint Realm flowed endlessly within him. Hidden in his right arm, concealed by wide sleeves, was a terrifying Demonic Energy capable of destroying heaven and earth.

[A bunch of worthless rabble.]

Qin Feng sneered in his heart.

He firmly believed he was the hidden Dragon entering the sea; once he encountered the wind and clouds, he would transform into a Dragon!

All the Devil Heads here would become stepping stones for him to reach the peak!

[Wang Teng! Su Chen! Ling Qingzhu!]

[Just you wait!]

[When I obtain the yellow springs demonic sword, I will be the new Lord of the Demonic Path! At that time, the entire Xuanyuan Continent will tremble beneath my feet!]

Suppressing the immense pride in his heart, Qin Feng began to scan his surroundings, looking for his first target.

According to his plan, to enter the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, he had to have the status of a Saint or Saintess.

Competing for an identity himself would be too slow and troublesome.

The fastest way was to find a ready-made "tool person."

A woman who was ambitious, powerful enough, and in urgent need of strong reinforcements.

What he needed to do was become that woman's "man," and then naturally use her to get everything he wanted.

Qin Feng's Divine Thought spread out like invisible tentacles, beginning to search for suitable "prey" among the mixed crowd of Ten Thousand Demon City... Meanwhile, at the highest point of Ten Thousand Demon City, inside the Saintess's palace built entirely of white bones.

Liu Ruyan reclined lazily on a throne crafted from the skulls of countless experts, listening to the report from the one-eyed old man beside her.

"Your Highness Saintess, the target 'Qin Feng' has entered the city. He is currently wandering near the 'Bloody Rose' tavern in the west of the city, seemingly looking for someone."

"Oh?"

Liu Ruyan stuck out her crimson tongue and licked her long nails coated in balsam, a playful light flashing in her seductive eyes.

"He really is following the script written in the Little Man's diary. No surprises at all; what a boring fellow."

She gave a light yawn, looking both lazy and enticing.

"Blood Ji, has she arrived?" Liu Ruyan asked indifferently.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Asura Demonic Sect's Saintess, Blood Ji, is already waiting outside the palace."

"Let her in."

The corners of Liu Ruyan's mouth slowly curled into a cruel and excited arc.

"The good show is about to begin."