Since several hundred years ago, the Demon Race's Military Advisor, Black Robe, had begun to develop spies in the human world in the south. Although on the surface, it seemed that the progress was not too smooth, but in reality, who knew how many people had secretly pledged their loyalty to the Demon Race? The story in the Garden of Zhou had long since proved this point.
Black Robe had always been a figure that the young Demon Lord respected and was willing to learn from. In his view, any human could be bribed. As long as it was beneficial to the great cause of the demons, even if it was someone who had killed his father, he could dismiss it with a smile. If the other party was truly very important, he was even willing to pay an even greater price.
Shang Xingzhou was currently the most important personage in the human world. Logically speaking, it was impossible to bribe such a person, as the demons could not offer any more benefits. However, to the demons, there was still a chance, because there was clearly a problem between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng that they could try to use.
Since there was a chance, there was a possibility, so why was Chen Changsheng so determined that he was lying?
"Although he possesses supreme prestige and authority in the human world, it's clear that he has always been wary of you. Could this not be an incentive? As for authority and benefits, I truly cannot give him much, but I can promise him that the north and south will be divided and the world will be at peace. Does he not want to see this beautiful future? "
The young Demon Lord was not trying to convince Chen Changsheng, but wanted to use his answer to understand Shang Xingzhou, understand this master and disciple.
Chen Changsheng replied, "He will not accept your conditions, because he will not be willing, so he will not believe that you will be willing."
The young Demon Lord's expression turned grave and stern. "Why is he unwilling?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "There are three thousand Daoist techniques, but only those that follow one's heart. I am well aware of what he wants to do, so he will not ally with you."
The young Demon Lord narrowed his eyes. "Just what does he want?"
Chen Changsheng pointed at him and his father, saying, "He wants to kill the two of you and then unite the world."
The young Demon Lord fell silent for a very long time, and then he smiled. "What a grand and expansive mind."
His smile was not similar to the previous Demon Lord's. It did not give off much of a clear and aloof feeling. On the contrary, it seemed rather bashful, and it made one's heart go cold.
"As expected, I can't deceive you. The one working with me truly is not Shang Xingzhou."
The young Demon Lord smiled. "But he truly does want to kill you. This truly is his plan. From the army to the Mount Song Army headquarters, from the Imperial Court to Wenshui, there are many foolish people who are actively or passively cooperating with him, but they have no idea what this plan truly is."
The stupid people mentioned in these words naturally referred to the already deceased Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei, Tianhai Zhanyi, the high-ranking officials of the army, and even that overwhelmingly powerful prince of the Imperial Court. Of course, there was also that deputy general of the Mount Song Army who loved soldiers like his own children, An Hua, and other kind-hearted people.
"Some people wanted to find the master of the Cinnabar Pill, some people only knew to send a young array master to the Mount Song Army headquarters, and some people were responsible for arranging that young array master's position, but no one knew that the young array master was a little monster from the Longevity Sect called Chusu. He received orders from Shang Xingzhou and the Tang clan's second brother to come here and kill you."
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Perhaps this was the entire truth, but there were still some things hidden behind the thick fog. That little monster called Chusu had been sent by Shang Xingzhou and the Tang clan to kill Chen Changsheng, so he was assuredly extremely powerful, even terrifying. Yet he had been silently replaced … even if he was the Demon Lord, this matter was still far too inconceivable.
Chen Changsheng also noticed that when he mentioned that little monster called Chusu from the Longevity Sect and how he had been replaced, neither the Demon Lord nor Nanke showed any change in their expressions. This meant that in their eyes, this was a very normal matter, or at least not a difficult one. Why was this so?
He vaguely thought of a certain possibility, but he also felt it to be too absurd and could not continue thinking about it … so he would just directly ask.
"Just who was that person?"
Asking was Chen Changsheng's freedom, but not answering was inevitable for the young Demon Lord.
He asked Chen Changsheng, "Shang Xingzhou wants to kill you. Do you not feel sad?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "Master has wanted to kill me many times. I'm used to it."
The young Demon Lord sighed, "I didn't think that this generation's Pope would be such a foolish and filial disciple."
Chen Changsheng did not explain. He only thought that it was not hard to understand why his master wanted to use this opportunity to kill him, but why had the young Demon Lord taken such a risk?
No matter how close this mountain range was to the snowy plains of the demon realm, it was still the territory of the Human race. For the Demon Lord to appear here was naturally taking a risk. Back then, his father, who was countless times stronger than him, had never left Xuelao City. The only time he had risked his life to infiltrate Mount Han, he had almost been unable to return.
The Sovereign of the Demon race had a very similar status to the Pope of the Human race. For him to place himself in danger to kill Chen Changsheng was extremely unwise.
This meant that from the very start, the young Demon Lord's goal had not been Chen Changsheng, or perhaps it was not just Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng looked nearby.
The Demon Lord who had reigned over the north of the continent for one thousand years was now a man of blood, his entire body stained with golden fluid. He seemed like a statue of a god worshipped by some evil cult.
Nanke silently knelt at his side, her thoughts inscrutable.
The Demon Lord's breathing had become extremely long, as if he would fall asleep at any moment. If not for the fact that his eyes were still staring at the starry sky. Of course, this could also be understood as the rate at which he breathed had dropped and could stop at any moment. At that time, he might truly have died with his eyes wide open.
The young Demon Lord said, "If it was just to kill you, that little monster from the Longevity Sect called Chusu's sneak attack from the stretcher would have probably succeeded. But I took the risk to come south not just to kill you, Your Holiness the Pope, but for an even more important reason. "
"Shang Xingzhou and the Tang clan did not know that Father was still alive, but I did."
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I also knew that since Father was still alive, he would definitely come to find you."
Chen Changsheng replied, "The Tang clan discovered the clue in the Cinnabar Pill, which was tantamount to pointing your father in the right direction."
The young Demon Lord replied, "Correct, and when he arrived, I had already been waiting for him here for a very long time."
After saying this, he walked up to the Demon Lord and squatted down, lightly caressing that elderly face.
"From the moment I learned of Shang Xingzhou's plans, I knew that this was my best chance to kill Sir, perhaps even my only chance.
"Of course I was afraid of Sir, and I definitely did not want to meet Sir, but to kill Sir, neither the southerners nor the Military Advisor could do it. Only I could do it myself.
"Sir, the entire matter is just that simple."
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