Three days later, Feng Ning 'er's 22nd birthday was around the corner. QianFeng and the Nephilim King had chosen a small town called "Cold Wind Town", 20 kilometers north of Heaven Connect City. According to their agreement, each party could not lead more than a thousand people. Therefore, the Nephilim King strictly followed this agreement. QianFeng and Dong Xie selected a thousand high-level elites of the Nephilim King to attend Feng Ning' er's business banquet.
Cold Wind Town was originally a dilapidated and barren village. Now, it was flourishing because of this banquet. The Nephilim King had set up hundreds of large tents in advance. All kinds of rare animals, fruits, and delicacies filled the tables. Hundreds of maids enslaved by the Nephilim King from Winter Frost City and Heaven Connect City were serving here.
At the southern entrance of Cold Wind Town, the Nephilim King, Sage Master, QianFeng, and the others were already waiting on their warhorses. The appointed time was noon, and Heaven Connect City was only 20 kilometers away. Lin Muyu should be sending Feng Ning 'er over soon.
This time, the Nephilim King was determined to win. Even if he couldn't kill Lin Muyu, he would at least take Feng Ning 'er away. His most beloved daughter had been imprisoned in the Empire for far too long, so much so that he was about to wear out his eyes. His muddy old eyes looked into the distance and were filled with eagerness. Even his hand that was holding the reins was trembling.
"Your Majesty."
Sage Master could see the joy in the Nephilim King's heart. He cupped his fists and smiled. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for being able to see Her Highness Ning 'er again soon."
The Nephilim King laughed. "Hahaha … I should thank Sage Master. If not for you and Marshal QianFeng, I'm afraid I would not have the chance to see Ning 'er again. I don't know if Ning' er … has she been bullied by the humans."
QianFeng smiled. "Don't worry, Father. The people I sent have already sent back news. Lin Muyu and Feng Jixing are both gentlemen. They did not touch Her Highness at all."
The Nephilim King snorted coldly. "Even so, Lin Muyu still has to die!"
"Yes, I understand!"
It was at this moment that the mooing of cows suddenly came from afar. Very soon, herds of cows with red celebratory cloths tied around their bodies appeared to the south of the town. They were herded by a group of human soldiers, and at the same time, there were rows of carriages. There were at least a hundred of them, and the person who was escorting them was none other than Duke Wei, Wei Chou. He was dressed in the armor of a high-ranking imperial officer, and he looked like he had achieved success at a young age.
"What's going on?" The Nephilim King asked with a frown.
A demon general immediately raised his arm and said loudly, "Halt! Why is there a herd of cows instead of Her Highness? Please explain what's going on."
Wei Chou immediately cupped his fists and smiled. "Greetings, Your Majesty, Duke Wei of the Qin Empire, Wei Chou, greets Your Majesty, Marshal QianFeng, and Marshal Dong Xie. Her Highness Ning 'er is being escorted by His Highness King Qin, and she will arrive within an hour. His Highness King Qin said that there must be a gift for Her Highness Ning' er's birthday. So, Your Majesty, please take a look. There are a total of thirty carriages of brocade, twenty carriages of gold beads, fifty carriages of silver beads, and twenty thousand fat cows to present to Your Majesty."
"Would Lin Muyu be so kind?" Dong Xie said with a frown, full of wariness.
Wei Chou had a bright smile on his face. "What are you talking about, Marshal Dong Xie? The Demon Race was originally the owner of the Heaven's Gorge, and they even existed on this Shattered Cauldron Realm continent before us humans. Speaking of which, we are the guests, and the Demon Race is the master. It's not that we humans don't understand the relationship between the host and the guest, and His Highness King Qin is a righteous person. The empire has long been tired of this kind of endless war. As long as the Demon Race agrees not to send their troops out of the Heaven's Gorge, our two sides can naturally coexist peacefully on this continent. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Wei Chou's words were extremely pleasing to the ears, and the Nephilim King actually couldn't refute him. He snorted coldly and said, "Duke Wei has a glib tongue, and I am ashamed of my inferiority. However, since His Highness King Qin has given us such a generous gift, it would be impolite of us to refuse. Men, accept the gift and send it to the West Barracks."
"Yes!"
"Wait a moment!" QianFeng suddenly shouted in a low voice.
Immediately, Wei Chou's expression was no longer as calm as before. He smiled faintly and said, "What is it, Marshal QianFeng has something to say?"
"Haha …" QianFeng laughed casually. "How can we not take a look at His Highness King Qin's generous gift? Men, inspect every carriage carefully. Listen carefully, inspect carefully! "
"Yes!"
A group of high-level Demon Race rode forward and used their swords to stab into the goods of the carriages, inspecting if there were any living people hidden, magic crystal cannons, or other things that could not be seen. In the eyes of the Demon Race, Lin Muyu was simply too cunning, and they had to be on guard against him. Even if they were to be on guard against him, it would be of no use.
After stabbing randomly, the Demon Race soldiers returned and reported, "Reporting to Marshal, there is no problem. Everything is real gold, silver, and luxurious brocade."
"Oh …"
QianFeng responded, but his sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted. He knew Lin Muyu too well. She was such a smart person, and she was like a miser when it came to strategic resources. She would go to war with the Demon Race for a coal mine that was only enough to cook a few meals, not to mention these carriages of gold, silver, and treasures in front of him.
Personally riding forward, QianFeng reached out and fished out a handful of gold beads. It was indeed gold. He frowned and turned to look at a herd of cows. These cows had bells hanging on their necks, jingling in the wind. Their backs were wrapped in thick red brocade embroidered with golden patterns. It was very beautiful.
Reaching out to pat the cow's back, QianFeng lowered his head and muttered to himself. However, he glanced at Wei Chou in the distance out of the corner of his eyes.
However, Wei Chou didn't look at him at all. Instead, he looked at Cold Wind Town in the distance as if he was looking forward to the birthday banquet in Cold Wind Town very much. It was probably because the Longdan Army Camp was too poor that this Duke Wei hadn't eaten anything good for four whole years.
"Marshal QianFeng, that's enough."
The Demon Emperor suddenly said with some displeasure. After all, QianFeng was so cautious that many soldiers in the Longdan Army Camp laughed at him. If QianFeng was still cautious, he might become the laughing stock of the human race. The Demon Emperor didn't want to lose his face.
"Yes, Father."
QianFeng rode back and nodded, saying, "Alright. Someone, send this group of goods and cows to the West Camp. Send them back to Immortal's Capital tomorrow."
"Yes, Marshal!"
A group of demon soldiers came forward to drive the cows. For the demons, cows were good things. Otherwise, they could be used to plow the land and feed the Armor Demons. Without such large livestock, the hundreds of thousands of Armor Demons in the Tongtian Gorge wouldn't be able to survive at all. Those idiots not only had strong fighting strength, but also had a good appetite. As a result, the north of the Tongtian Gorge had been turned into a grassland for the demons to graze.
…
Wei Chou led nearly a hundred people and waited with the Demon Emperor and QianFeng. Soon, the sound of blowing and beating came from afar. Immediately, Wei Chou smiled. It was Lin Muyu and Feng Ning 'er. Moreover, they had brought the temporary team of musicians from Heaven Connect City. The melody they were playing was simply too horrible to look at.
Far away, Lin Muyu was riding in the front on the Treading in Snow Warhorse. Behind her was a splendid carriage. Needless to say, it was Feng Ning 'er's carriage.
The Demon Emperor couldn't help but feel a little excited. He looked over and murmured, "Ning 'er …"
"Father."
QianFeng said in a low voice, "Don't worry, they will be here soon."
"En."
After all, this was a negotiation between the two countries. The Demon Emperor didn't want to lose his identity as a God. After all, in the depths of his heart, the God Race was the real ruler of this continent. He was the real Emperor of this continent!
When the guards of honor were very close, Lin Muyu turned over and dismounted. She cupped her fists and smiled at the Demon Emperor. She patted the door of the carriage and said, "Your Highness Ning 'er, we have arrived."
When the curtain was lifted, Feng Ning 'er's pretty face was filled with tears. When she saw the Demon Emperor, she finally couldn't help but cry. She jumped down and threw herself into her father's arms.
"Ning 'er, my good Ning' er!"
The Demon Emperor hugged his daughter tightly. His whole body was trembling. Two lines of turbid tears flowed out of his eyes. At this moment, he was no longer the arrogant Demon Emperor. He was just a father. In front of his daughter, a father wouldn't put on airs. They were the most fragile existence.
…
Lin Muyu was almost touched. If one day, she became a God Emperor and obtained the power of Samsara, would her father, Lin Shun, be the same? He had left his hometown for too long. Some of his memories had already become blurry … He suddenly had mixed feelings. Ever since he came to this continent, he had met his beloved Qin Yin. However, he had been fighting a war for seven years. This war wasn't over yet. He really didn't know when it would end.
QianFeng smiled and said, "Your Highness Emperor Qin, thank you for bringing His Highness Ning 'er here. Let's go, please come in."
"Thank you, Marshal QianFeng."
Lin Muyu handed the warhorse to her attendant, Bai Yin, and walked side by side with QianFeng. At this moment, the two most outstanding commanders of the human race and the Demon race finally stood together. It was like a miracle.
Situ Sen's hand was on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were filled with vigilance as he looked around. Fengxi's eyes were also solemn. Together with Wei Chou, he looked around.
The calmest person was actually Ouyang Yan. Her long dress outlined her exquisite and alluring figure. It was as if she had already made ample preparations for this banquet. If it wasn't for the cold killing intent that flashed through the corner of her eyes when she looked at the Demon Emperor and the Sage Sovereign, everyone would think that this goddess really came to congratulate Feng Ning 'er's birthday from the bottom of her heart.
…
Lin Muyu, Wei Chou, and the others had brought a total of two hundred people. This banquet wouldn't be a good one. This banquet would always see blood. Lin Muyu was well aware of this, and so was QianFeng. At this moment, their faces were filled with sunny smiles.
The large tent was set up in the square of Cold Wind Town. It was an enormous tent that could accommodate hundreds of people eating together. Inside the tent, maids gathered. Even from afar, one could smell the fragrance of delicious food.
Under QianFeng's arrangement, Lin Muyu and the other human generals sat on one side, while the demon generals sat on the other. As the most powerful people on both sides, Lin Muyu and the Demon Emperor sat next to each other. Next to Lin Muyu were Wei Chou and Ouyang Yan. Next to the Demon Emperor were his two daughters, Feng Jing 'er and Feng Ning' er.
When they met again after a long time, Feng Jing 'er was already QianFeng's wife. This could be seen from the way her hair was tied up.
"It's been a long time, Commander Yu." Feng Jing 'er smiled.
"It's been a long time, Your Highness Jing 'er." Lin Muyu returned the greeting.
Feng Jing 'er's smile was full of disdain. She said, "Qin Yin is dead. Commander Yu has become one of the three kings. You finally got what you wanted. This little girl congratulates Commander Yu."
Lin Muyu felt like a knife was twisting in her heart, but she couldn't show it. She said calmly, "Thank you."
She didn't need to say anything else.
At this time, the Demon Emperor smiled and said, "Oh yes, Your Highness King Qin, I have another person to introduce to you. She is my third daughter, whom I just reunited with not long ago. You must know her."
"What?" Lin Muyu was stunned.
"Xiao Xi, come out!"
In the Demon King's call, the Bitwall not far away suddenly twisted, and a beautiful figure with a trail of flames appeared in the wind. It was Tang Xiaoxi, who was wearing a long red and white dress. She was so beautiful that she looked like she was carved out of jade, just like before.
…
"Xiao Xi …"
Lin Muyu instantly lost her composure. She sat there in a daze, unable to speak.
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