147: The Demon King's Legacy! All I need is a promise from you!
Since the Demon Alliance Leader is a descendant of the Nine Changes Demon King, this can explain a thing or two.
That Leader, being a Fourth-Grade Great Demon, resided in the outer perimeter of the Great Mountain precisely to lift the blood curse on her Bloodline.
But this small courtyard was covered in Curse Markings, emitting a dense aura, and the Curse Master's Remnant Soul was guarding this place. As soon as a descendant of the Nine Changes Demon King approached, the blood curse would immediately erupt and kill them.
After paying a heavy price, the Nine Changes Demon King's descendants changed their method.
They released news of the Hundred Beasts Tomb, attracting Great Demons from the surrounding area to form the Demon Alliance, attempting to use their strength to gradually eliminate the blood curse.
This strategy was excellent.
But in reality, many Unforeseen Changes occurred.
Given the strength of the Demon Alliance's Elders, entering the small courtyard would only lead to death, perhaps even becoming nourishment to strengthen the blood curse.
Fundamentally, this plan was unfeasible.
The Nine Changes Demon King was very clear about this.
Therefore, he felt gratitude towards Xu Qing.
"And this, is this your corpse?" Xu Qing pointed at the Silkworm Cocoon in the coffin.
"Kind of, a part of it. Have you heard of Buddhist Sarira?" the Nine Changes Demon King asked.
Xu Qing nodded, "Your ashes."
Nine Changes' mouth twitched, and he nodded with a smile, "That's right. After This King perished, my Remains dissolved into the Dao and returned to heaven and earth, but I did leave a little something behind..."
He walked forward to the Redwood Coffin, his expression slightly complicated.
"This object is condensed from This King's skull and a portion of my Primordial Spirit. It contains This King's Cultivation Path, various Secret Techniques, and some Insights. If you are interested, feel free to learn it, provided you pass a copy on to my descendant."
The Nine Changes Demon King turned around and spoke to Xu Qing.
As things stood, his only choice was to ask Xu Qing for help.
"No problem, but I have a condition," Xu Qing said.
"What condition?" The Nine Changes Demon King spread his hands and gave a wry smile, "This King is currently just a segment of a Remnant Thought, without any Magical Power. I will dissipate soon."
Xu Qing thought for a moment and said, "I don't need you to exert effort, just... well, I just need a statement from you."
The Nine Changes Demon King was curious and asked, "What statement do you need?"
"Have your descendants become my wives. I don't need many, just a hundred... ten or so will do. I will treat them well."
Xu Qing extended a finger and said seriously.
"Huh?"
Hearing this, the Nine Changes Demon King was stunned, his ethereal figure flickered several times, and the little bit of thinking ability he had left was almost exhausted.
He repeatedly pondered and calculated Xu Qing's words, trying to find some deeper meaning.
In the end, he realized... maybe it was simply born out of some desire?
"What do you mean by this?" the Nine Changes Demon King asked with a strange expression.
"Simply the literal meaning. Looking at Senior's appearance, your descendants must be quite good," Xu Qing said calmly.
"Is that truly the case?"
The Nine Changes Demon King still refused to believe that this junior, who possessed powerful strength, formidable talent, and an unfathomable background, was actually a Lecher.
Of course, there were Lechers among Cultivators.
But no one directly demands wives from a Demon King!
Although he was only a Remnant Thought and couldn't be considered a true Demon King, he was at least somewhat related.
This kid must have another motive. Does he need a Cauldron to cultivate some Wicked Technique?
The Nine Changes Demon King hesitated.
Now that the source of the blood curse was destroyed, the Curse Technique would gradually dissipate, and his greatest wish was fulfilled.
If this kid had impure intentions, his descendants might lose their lives. If he refused, however, his Legacy might be severed... For a moment, the Nine Changes Demon King was caught in a dilemma.
Xu Qing guessed his worries and immediately swore an Oath, promising never to harm his descendants, and ensuring they would have plenty of Medicinal Pills and Spirit Medicine.
"You know Alchemy!?" The Nine Changes Demon King suddenly raised his head, quite shocked.
"A little bit." Xu Qing took out a few Spirit Pills and showed them to the Nine Changes Demon King.
The Nine Changes Demon King leaned closer, examined them carefully for a long time, his shock deepening. His eyes flashed with Brilliant Light, and thoughts raced through his mind.
After a long while.
He finally made up his mind and said, "Fine, I Promise you."
Saying this, the Nine Changes Demon King was about to make his Promise, but Xu Qing interrupted him again.
"Wait." Xu Qing took out a piece of Jade, used the green frost sword to carve a complex array pattern onto it, and then said, "It's ready."
"Image Recording Formation Marking? You kid can even carve array patterns?"
The Nine Changes Demon King was surprised again. Alchemy and Formations were both profound fields of study; mastering one was already impressive.
Yet, this junior in front of him was proficient in both!
Even with the Nine Changes Demon King's knowledge, such an existence could be called a Genius, extremely rare in the entire Demon Cultivation World!
What exactly is his background?
What kind of powerful Race could cultivate such a junior?
Since when did the Snake Clan have such Deep Heritage?
All sorts of doubts surfaced in the Nine Changes Demon King's mind, but ultimately turned into a bitter smile.
Since he was already dead, why bother thinking about these things?
It was better to settle the Karma quickly and simply wait for dust to return to dust.
The Nine Changes Demon King regained his focus and said solemnly, "I, Nine Changes, having received the assistance of my young friend, Xu Qing, Lord of Taihang, in lifting the blood curse upon my clan, shall repay this great kindness by allowing Xu Qing to choose Dao Companions from among my descendants, regardless of Cultivation Level, age, or... quantity!"
Xu Qing's heart stirred upon hearing this. The Nine Changes Demon King didn't even limit the quantity anymore. Didn't that mean... huh?
After the Nine Changes Demon King finished speaking, he didn't feel anything was amiss.
In his view, Xu Qing's Bloodline was extraordinary, so his requirements for the Bloodline of his Dao Companion or wife must be very high.
Although the Heavenly Silkworm Clan was currently weak, their Bloodline was exceptional, perfectly meeting Xu Qing's requirements!
His selection of wives from them would also bring great benefits to the Heavenly Silkworm Clan.
As for the number of wives Xu Qing mentioned earlier, the Nine Changes Demon King simply took it as a joke.
As a Practitioner, only Trash whose cultivation could not advance would indulge in wine and women.
Xu Qing was young, with infinite Potential. This was the time to diligently improve his Cultivation Level. How could he waste too much time indulging in pleasure with wives?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Xu Qing put away the Jade engraved with the array pattern and nodded toward the Nine Changes Demon King.
"Senior's request, I will do my best to fulfill it."
"That's good, that's good."
The Nine Changes Demon King smiled, looked back around everything in the Small House, and finally, with a long sigh, dissolved into a Phantom and vanished... Outside the courtyard.
Several dishevelled figures were looking toward the courtyard, still shaken. The fear in their eyes had not faded, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.
"What was that just now?"
Bronze Bull swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned his head, and asked.
"I don't know." Jade Moon shook her head, feeling increasingly that this journey was difficult and they had encountered too many variables.
Just then.
"The Black Fog has dissipated!" A startled cry rang out.
Elder Yang pointed towards the courtyard, his expression constantly changing.
Before he finished speaking, several figures had already rushed out ahead, hurrying toward the small courtyard.