Chapter 153: The Elder Threatened by Demon Race Energy

The backyard of the Demon Saint Mansion.

A path paved with bluestone slabs winds and turns, with exotic flowers and rare herbs on both sides competing in beauty, their fragrance striking the senses.

An Elder with crane-like hair and a youthful complexion is pacing back and forth here, yet his heart is filled with anxiety.

He is still thinking about how to get rid of that mass of Demon Race energy.

However, the more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen.

Suddenly, a mass of roiling Demon Race energy appears out of thin air in the clear sky. Like thick ink splashed about, it blots out the sun and sky, instantly destroying the originally peaceful atmosphere.

The Demon Race energy rolls and condenses into a ferocious and terrifying demon head, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

"Bold! What kind of monster dares to trespass into the Demon Saint Mansion!"

Seeing this, the Elder immediately stops his steps and shouts sternly.

At the same time, he secretly circulates his demon power, watching the demon head in the sky vigilantly.

The demon head lets out a sinister, cold laugh, "Old fellow, stop putting on an act here! It is I. I have come today because I have something to discuss with you."

The Elder's heart jolts.

Immediately forcing a smile, he pretends to be calm, "I wonder what business brings you here this time?"

"Hmph, I have come this time because I want you to find a way to sow discord between He Lao and the Demon King; it would be best if both were left severely injured so that my Demon Race can profit from the situation."

The demon head gets straight to the point, its tone filled with threats.

Upon hearing this, the Elder cannot help but gasp.

He Lao is the Guardian Venerable of the Trial Land, with unfathomable strength; even the Demon King has to show him some respect.

Asking him to sow discord between He Lao and the Demon King is no different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth; if he is the slightest bit careless, he will be smashed to pieces.

"Demon Envoy, you must be joking. He Lao is of high virtue and prestige, deeply respected by the Demon Race; how could I dare to sow discord?"

The Elder tries to decline, his tone carrying a trace of trembling.

"Enough nonsense! I don't have time to waste words with you! If you don't agree, I will destroy you right now!"

The demon head roars, and the Demon Race energy rolls, transforming into a giant Demon Claw that grabs toward the Elder.

The Elder is scared out of his wits and hurriedly dodges to the side.

The Demon Claw brushes past his body, gouging a deep trench into the ground.

The Elder breaks out in a cold sweat, knowing that he is no match for the demon head at all.

"How about it? Have you considered it?"

The demon head's voice sounds again, filled with mockery.

The Elder falls into deep thought; he knows that if he refuses, he will surely die.

If he agrees, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Fine, I agree to your terms."

The Elder finally yields, his tone filled with bitterness.

The demon head nods with satisfaction, "Those who know the times are heroes! Remember, you only have one month. If you fail to complete the task, I will surely make you wish you were dead!"

Having said that, the Demon Race energy rolls and instantly vanishes without a trace.

The Elder slumps to the ground, his whole body weak, his heart filled with despair.

He knows that he has already stepped onto a path of no return.

He begins to rack his brains, thinking about how to implement this plan.

The relationship between He Lao and the Demon King has always been harmonious; how could it be easy to sow discord between them?

The Elder knits his brows, pacing back and forth in the backyard, struggling to think of a good strategy.

Yet, until night falls, he still has no clue.

He looks up at the starry sky and sighs deeply, feeling very uneasy in his heart.

He dares not imagine how the demon head will deal with him if the mission fails.

He remembers that He Lao has been following those few Wangri Birds of Zhang Yi recently, and his heart stirs, a plan coming to mind.

Perhaps he can find a breakthrough through Zhang Yi.

After all, Zhang Yi is just a fledgling bird, inexperienced in the world and easy to manipulate.

The Elder decides to secretly monitor Zhang Yi for a period of time first, to figure out his background and patterns of movement, and then wait for an opportunity to act.

Thus, he quietly follows behind Zhang Yi and his group of birds, observing their every move.

Zhang Yi and his companions do not know that they have been targeted.

They continue to follow the Demon King's instructions.

They are searching everywhere for news of the spy in the Demon Saint Mansion.

Zhang Yi takes the Pterodactyl, and the two of them have walked through almost every corner of the Demon Saint Mansion.

"Be careful, I have long found that old thing an eyesore; this time we must take him down."

The Pterodactyl nods and laughs, "Don't worry, as long as we find a little evidence, we can report it to the Demon King. When that time comes, we will let the Demon King execute that old thing himself."

The Elder follows along the way, and upon hearing the conversation between Zhang Yi and the Pterodactyl, he is so angry he nearly vomits blood.

Several times, he is almost discovered by Zhang Yi.

Fortunately, his cultivation is profound, and he can easily conceal his aura.

However, just as the Elder is secretly feeling smug, he inadvertently hears the conversation between Zhang Yi and his companions, and is instantly terrified.

"His Majesty the Demon King suspects that there is a spy inside the Demon Saint Mansion colluding with the Demon Race, which is why he sent us out to investigate secretly."

"Yes, this spy is hidden really deep; we have been investigating for several days already, and we don't have a single clue."

"We must find this spy as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Upon hearing this, the Elder's heart rolls like a stormy sea, and a chill shoots from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He had originally thought that Zhang Yi and the others were merely suspicious of him, but he never imagined that the Demon King also...

It turned out that the Demon King had long suspected there was a mole inside the Demon Saint Mansion and had even dispatched Zhang Yi and the others to investigate in secret.

He never expected that he would actually become the target of the Demon King's suspicion.

If the truth were uncovered by Zhang Yi and reported to the Demon King, then his position as an Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion would be at an end, and he might even face a threat to his life!

The more the Elder thought about it, the more afraid he became, and cold sweat began to stream down his forehead.

He realized that he had to take action as soon as possible to stop Zhang Yi from continuing the investigation.

But how could he stop him?

He racked his brains, yet he could not come up with a foolproof plan.

Kill Zhang Yi directly?

No, that would only expose himself.

Bribe Zhang Yi?

That wouldn't work either; Zhang Yi appeared loyal and devoted, and it was unlikely he could be bought.

Just as the Elder was at his wit's end, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of an idea.

Since he could not stop Zhang Yi from investigating, he would create some false leads for him and guide him in the wrong direction.

The Elder knew well that He Lao had a close relationship with the Demon King, so if he could make Zhang Yi suspicious of He Lao...

Then he could not only divert attention but also sow discord between He Lao and the Demon King, which could be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, the Elder felt secretly pleased, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

He decided to implement this plan as soon as possible to draw Zhang Yi's attention toward He Lao.

Thus, he began to meticulously plot, creating various illusions and spreading rumors about He Lao.

He attempted to make Zhang Yi develop suspicions about He Lao.

At the same time, he secretly observed Zhang Yi's reactions, adjusting his strategy at any moment.

He carefully and cautiously manipulated everything.

The Elder knew that this was a dangerous gamble.

A single moment of carelessness would lead to total defeat.

However, in order to preserve his life and status, he had no choice but to take the risk.

A few days later, Zhang Yi indeed began to suspect He Lao.

The Elder secretly observed every move Zhang Yi made and felt secretly delighted.

Zhang Yi and the others appeared frequently around He Lao and intentionally or unintentionally tried to pry information out of him.

The Elder then knew that Zhang Yi and his group had already begun to suspect He Lao.

It seemed that his plan was being executed quite well.