"When do we do it?"
"In three days."
The voice wafted from beneath the black robes, and the Saint had already retreated into the distance, smiling. "To avoid any unexpected events, you and I will attack together in three days and kill Jiang He!"
After the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult left, there was a flash of doubt in the Dragoncroc Emperor's dark-golden eyes, and its body lowered as it dived into the lake.
It dived into the depths of the Great Swamp, and after passing through a formation restriction, it drilled into a world that existed underwater.
There were mountains and rivers, as well as the sun, moon, and stars in the skies. There were also mountain gates and buildings, and many lesser daemons were either having fun or training diligently in the distance.
In front of the mountain gates, a green-clothed youth with scales on his forehead was leaning on the stairs. Beside him, a female daemon with a voluptuous figure dressed in thin gauze was massaging his shoulders, feeding him fruits and fine wine.
Daemonic Qi emanated from the Dragoncroc Emperor's body, and with a shake of its body, it turned into a black-robed middle-aged man, bowing reverently and greeting, "Your Highness."
Inwardly, however, he was very confused.
His Highness had repeatedly said that the time was not right and should not come out, and had not interfered in the conflict between humans and Ferals. But now, he was asking him to fight Jiang He?
The green-clothed youth waved his hand, and the female daemons reluctantly left.
"Are you wondering why I would have you work with the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult, Dragoncroc Emperor?"
The Dragoncroc Emperor nodded.
The green-clothed youth rose to his feet and chuckled. He did not explain the reason, and instead took out a small bronze bell with a turn of his hand, which hovered over his palm and whirled, emanating a faint bronze radiance.
With a push of his hand, the bronze bell flew and hovered in front of the Dragoncroc Emperor, saying, "Jiang He might have been groomed by the antiques of the humans. Though he is a Golden Pellet, his ability as a sword cultivator is not to be underestimated. This bell is known as the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud and is a superior-grade daemonic weapon that could trap or kill. From now on, it belongs to you."
Delighted, the Dragoncroc Emperor kowtowed in gratitude.
A superior-grade daemonic weapon was equivalent to a superior-grade soul item, and was extremely precious even in the Era of Qi Refinists.
He stood up and refined the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Shield on the spot.
Beside him, the green-clothed youth said, "Jiang He is very unusual. He reached full-fledged Golden Pellet after weathering the Four Heavenly Retributions of Nine, and not even I could see through him. He did not show much combat ability when he slew the Golden-Winged Roc, but the sword technique he used at the end was very special and seemed to touch upon the mysteries of Yuan Spirit. Still, he is only Golden Pellet and has yet to cultivate his Yuan Spirit, and he would have to pay a great price to use that technique."
"Join forces with the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and have him withstand that blow. When the time comes, you just need to use the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud to suppress him — a sword cultivator at Golden Pellet Great Perfection does not have the ability to destroy a superior daemonic armament."
The Dragoncroc Emperor retreated respectfully.
It returned to the Great Swamp, sat cross-legged at the bottom of the Great Swamp, and began to refine the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Shield.
In its early years, it had discovered this underwater 'world' by chance. It had obtained part of the demon race's legacy and cultivated demonic techniques. Although its realm was not much higher than the golden-winged roc's, its strength was several times stronger!
…
Jiang He had expected the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor to gang up on him.
Even so …
He had made a wild guess, but it was fine as long as he got it right.
Meanwhile, Jiang He had already arrived at Jingdu City. He flagged down a supermarket and bought some milk and fruits before heading to the Martial Arts Department (MAD) headquarters, where he found the pale-faced Wang Hou in one of the training rooms.
Putting the milk and fruits aside, Jiang He asked caringly, "Are you alright, Minister Wang?"
Wang Hou appeared a little feeble, but said, "It's nothing serious. It's just a superficial wound, and I'll be fine after resting for half a month."
Jiang He smiled. "Minister Wang, your physique is a little lacking. It's just a superficial wound, and you need to rest for half a month?"
Wang Hou scowled.
Then, he took off his shirt.
There was a piercing wound on his abdomen — a sword must have pierced through his belly. Most importantly, there were wisps of black qi around the wound, and Wang Hou had to direct his Yuan Qi to suppress its spread.
When martial artists cultivated up to divine-tempest, the second tier of divine-tier, their True Qi would gradually turn into Yuan Qi.
Beside him, Zhou Yu's eyes reddened and he seethed through sobs, "Damn it, the Sky Demon Cult really deserves to die."
"What?"
Wang Hou was speechless and barked, "Old Zhou, I'm not dead. What are you crying for? "Alright, the Sky Demon Cult's Saint must have spread word that I'm injured, and with the recent unrest, many Feral Kings would seize the opportunity to cause trouble. You should notify the person-in-charge of the various base branches at once and have them do their best in gathering intelligence."
"Also, contact Commander-in-Chief Li of the military, and have every military station be on alert."
Only then did Zhou Yu leave.
It was only after Zhou Yu left that Wang Hou bared his teeth and cried out in pain.
He had carelessly stretched his wound when he cursed just now, and it hurt a little.
Jiang He blinked.
Such a small piercing wound …
It was not serious, was it?
He was often injured, but he could recover after a good night's sleep?
Could it be …
Wang Hou had injured his waist?
Others aside, there was a high chance that his waist was injured from the location of the wound.
Wang Hou directed his Yuan Qi to recover, and said seriously, "Jiang He, I suspect that the Sky Demon Cult's Saint had reached some sort of agreement with the Dragoncroc Emperor. Moreover, the Sky Demon Cult's Saint's appearance is a very bad sign."
Jiang He thought then and asked, "The Stargate?"
"That's right."
At Wang Hou's nod, Jiang He asked in confusion, "Minister Wang, what the hell are those Sky Demons? Why would they keep staring at a place like Earth where even birds wouldn't shit? "
"Moreover, they could just descend even if they wanted to conquer Earth. Why bother with the Stargate? Isn't that unnecessary?"
Wang Hou flashed a pained smile. "Earth would have been conquered if that was the case. According to the five Holy Grounds, there should be some barrier that separates Earth, and the alien races would have to break it if they wanted to descend. Since they couldn't break it completely, they would have to open a passage over it."
"As for the Sky Demons …"
"The Extraterrestrial Sky Demon Race should be a powerful race in the Milky Way Galaxy, and there are countless of such races in outer space."
Wang Hou's eyes flickered as he said in a low voice, "They want to invade Earth. Perhaps it's because there are some secrets on Earth. I've found this in a relic, but I'm not sure what exactly it is."
Jiang He appeared thoughtful.
Well …
Was his worldview expanding again?
At first, he had assumed it to be a low-martial world, but he did not expect it to be a high-martial world. Just as he realized that the high-martial world was showing signs of evolving into a world of Xianxia …
Did it become interstellar science fiction again? Even alien races are popping up?
"No, that's not right. Interstellar science fiction refers to a war between advanced technological races, and it should be interstellar cultivators …"
"Actually, interstellar cultivators aren't quite right either. After all, there are so many things fusing together, and it might be a fantasy world …"
Seeing that Jiang He was silent, Wang Hou added, "Jiang He, if the Sky Demons are really about to open the Stargate and open it near Lingzhou City as reported, the Sky Demon Cult would definitely come up with a way to take Lingzhou City …"
"Right now, the Saint of the Sky Demon Cult and the Dragoncroc Emperor have come to some agreement, and you might be the first one they would attack if they were to take Lingzhou City. I'm injured and can't fight at my peak for the time being, but Three Blades Lin's grandpa has returned, and I'll have him secretly head to Lingzhou City to help you."
Jiang He came to his senses from his random thoughts and smiled. "There's no need for such trouble, Minister Wang. I've already expected all of this and come up with a solution."
Wang Hou was taken aback.
You …
Expected it?
But even if you did, how would you solve the murderous scheme of the Sky Demon Cult's Saint and the Dragoncroc Emperor?
Just as he was about to ask, Jiang He waved his hand and took out a …
Pink medicine box with a cartoon on it.
Jiang He said as he rummaged through the medicine box, "Minister Wang, I'm quite knowledgeable when it comes to treating injuries. Your wound isn't that serious, and some band-aids would do it …"
Then, as Wang Hou gaped, Jiang He took out two …
Wang Hou stuck an extra-large band-aid on each of the wounds on the front and back of his body.
After that, Jiang He frowned and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the black qi around your wound is Demonic Qi left by the Sky Demon Arcanum, isn't it? This thing looks black and disgusting. It might even cause the wound to become infected and affect the recovery of the injury. "
"Well, I'll prescribe you some Amoxicillin capsules …"
Wang Hou: "…"
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