I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Even though he keeps a low profile, that "Black Impermanence" still doesn't dare to approach him easily.

Thinking of "Black Impermanence," a pillar of the Demon Court, Xiao Lan couldn't help but think of Chen Yi—an exceptional prodigy capable of slaying the Great Demon King!

Clearly, she and Chen Yi are of a similar age,

Xiao Lan recalled the ultimatum Chen Yi gave her after the last "Xunwang Heaven" ritual, and her mood instantly soured, matching that of Fengyue Demon Emperor.

Besides the affairs of the Demon Court, she didn't seem to have anything that could capture Chen Yi's interest.

But the matters of the Demon Court... that guy really detests demons.

With her head lowered, Xiao Lan, lost in thought, did not notice that Fengyue Demon Emperor had stopped scolding and was turning to look at her.

Once she realized the shift, her body tensed involuntarily.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

Fengyue Demon Emperor looked at her with icy eyes, the tail behind her, several times larger than Xiao Lan, subtly swaying as she scrutinized:

"What are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Xiao Lan calmed her shaken mind and replied cautiously in a low voice:

"Mother, I was thinking that the shadow I saw before was conversing with the Great Master of Wei Dynasty Capital Academy, and perhaps from him, we can glean some... truths."

Fengyue Demon Emperor's gaze grew even colder, smiling coldly without warmth: "Now that Liao Ai is dead, in this vast forest, which Demon King could possibly get close to the Kyoto Prefecture?"

"There might be," Xiao Lan glanced at her quickly, speaking somewhat guiltily:

"Perhaps Emperor Tiger could do it."

"Emperor Tiger? You want it to go and die in the Kyoto Prefecture?"

Fengyue Demon Emperor snorted, flicked her enormous tail, and walked into the palace with her long, lush legs.

As she walked, she said indifferently: "Earlier, I misjudged, letting Emperor Tiger challenge 'Little Sword Immortal' Chen Yi was purely seeking death."

"But that doesn't mean your marriage to Emperor Tiger will be cancelled!"

"..."

Xiao Lan lowered her head silently, saying nothing.

"Prepare yourself, for when the ten-year bet between our Demon Court and the Human Race concludes, it will be your wedding time!"

The voice drifted farther away, yet it sank Xiao Lan's spirit to rock bottom.

Indeed, she wished Emperor Tiger would die, but her mother, Fengyue Demon Emperor, evidently had her calculations and still planned to marry her off to Emperor Tiger.

As the sound in the corridor ceased, Xiao Lan exhaled deeply, her demeanor no longer as timid as before, she stood tall, gazing beyond the mountains, a hint of perplexity in her eyes.

"Chen Yi... what can I use to move him?"

...

A night of upheaval shook the entire Demon Court within the Ten Thousand Mountains.

They searched for miles around the position where the crimson figure appeared, yet still found no trace.

The major Demon Kings were enraged, but it was all to no avail.

As the clamor gradually subsided, only then did slight movements arise beneath the previous location.

Earth Monk quietly poked his head from the ground, glimpsed at the night sky, and quickly submerged back into the earth.

It wasn't until within a crystal-stone-encased cave that he paused, speaking lowly to the figure inside:

"The Demon Kings have dispersed, you can come out now."

"Those Great Demon Kings were truly meticulous, almost got detected by them."

"Brother Guanwu, since you get along so well with Fengyue Demon Emperor, don't you plan to negotiate with her?"

Zhou Guanwu slightly frowned, still in the appearance of a young Daoist from the Yuhua Immortal Sect, he watched Earth Monk with cold eyes, not speaking.

"Oh? Don't tell me you really have lost contact with her?"

"It shouldn't be. You're now the Sect Master of Bai Shen Sect, you should be able to reach her."

"Or is it that your position as Sect Master of Bai Shen Sect was obtained by force, unknown to Fengyue Demon Emperor?"

At this, an ambiguous look appeared on Earth Monk's swarthy face:

"You even have a daughter together, your relationship, tsk tsk..."

Zhou Guanwu, unable to bear it anymore: "Shut up if you want to live!"

Deeper inside, a person dressed in black robes, wearing an ancient bronze mask on his face, said coldly:

"Alright, we've come to this, no more nonsense!"

"The hour is near, there's no time to find other places, we'll meet the 'General' right here!"

Saying so, he scanned the surroundings, his gaze fell on Zhou Guanwu.

"Guanwu, this time the ritual is crucial, have you figured out how to explain to the 'General'?"

Zhou Guanwu nodded calmly, saying: "With the death of 'Old Strategist', I am responsible."

"It's good that you understand."

The man with the bronze mask glanced at Chen Yuan, who was sitting silently beside Zhou Guanwu, his gaze icy beyond words but said nothing else.

"Let's begin, directly draw the 'General' Divine Will with the Secret Technique!"

The Earth Monk hesitated no more, enhancing several Array Divine Will around them, he took out a drum, just like the one Zhou Guanwu had used earlier.

He tapped it twice, then bit his finger to drip two drops of blood onto it, followed by placing a golden jade plate on the drum surface.

In the blink of an eye, the jade plate absorbed his blood, the crimson traced along the embossed lines on it, gradually shining, a halo appeared, illuminating those in the cave.

Chen Yuan sat quietly in the corner, watching all this in silence.

Since being instantly drawn here by that crimson shadow, he remained silent.

His reluctance to talk was one thing, the indifference from Zhou Guanwu and the others was another.

But one thing differed from his earlier guess — those of "Very Clean Heaven" actually had no foothold in the Demon Court.

Chen Yuan initially thought that the red shadow from "Very Clean Heaven," now the man in the bronze mask, hidden in the Ten Thousand Mountains, had connections with the Demon Court.