Chapter 995

Ye Zhangqing said it very easily; hearing this, all the ancestors were completely baffled— the solution is right before our eyes? What solution?

"Little Ye Zhangqing, you......... really have a solution?"

"It's very simple; since the demon race doesn't know what method they used to send out some scouts, then making it so they can't scout would be the end of it."

"That's true, but we..........."

"Although we are not skilled at hiding, someone is."

"Huh??? Who?"

"Those few Demonic Cultivators."

"Weren't ten Demonic Cultivators captured alive before? It's perfect—they haven't been killed yet, and have been kept imprisoned."

"As soon as Ye Zhangqing said that, the ancestors' eyes lit up immediately—how could we have forgotten this?"

"These Demonic Cultivators, like rats in a sewer, may have no other skills, but when it comes to hiding ability, they are absolutely top-notch."

"Putting it that way, purely speaking of hiding skill, even the Shadow Peak under Absolute Shadow is no match for these Demonic Cultivators."

"After all, both the Cloud Lotus Holy Land and the Jade Pool Holy Land have similar existences like Shadow Peak."

"But after all these years, hasn't the Human Race managed to wipe out all Demonic Cultivators within its territory?"

"For these Demonic Cultivators, hiding is something ingrained in their bones, as ordinary as eating and drinking."

"Every day, Demonic Cultivators must face countless searches by Human Race cultivators."

"Let them teach us— isn't that making full use of things?"

"Ye Zhangqing's single sentence directly enlightened the ancestors; immediately, Yun Xiantai laughed repeatedly."

"Good, good, good, Little Ye Zhangqing, your mind is quick— this plan is good, this plan is good."

"Not bad; although we don't know what method the demon race used to produce these scrawny scout demons, we also have Demonic Cultivators— this is fighting fire with fire."

"The ancestors were delighted; immediately, Yun Xiantai and Yu Mo personally went to the ten imprisoned Demonic Cultivators."

"After this period of interrogation, the ten Demonic Cultivators looked as if they had little time left; the torture they endured was indeed somewhat cruel."

"Seeing Yun Xiantai and Yu Mo, the head Demonic Cultivator, despite his weak breath, still gritted his teeth and said."

"Hmph, don't waste your effort; we know nothing and won't speak— if you have the ability, kill us."

"Huh??? Still so backbone?"

"Hearing this, Yun Xiantai and Yu Mo frowned slightly, then Yu Mo spoke coldly."

"If you don't want to speak, that's fine— as long as you promise me one thing, I will spare your life."

"Huh???"

"Upon hearing Yu Mo's words, the ten Demonic Cultivators were startled, their gazes all fixed on Yu Mo and Yun Xiantai, their eyes full of suspicion."

"But soon, the head Demonic Cultivator laughed and said."

"Don't give me that; do you think I'll fall for it?"

"Obviously he didn't believe it, and Yu Mo didn't care, smiling slightly as he said."

"Since I, the Emperor, have said this, it naturally counts."

"What matter?"

"It's very simple— teach us your hiding skill; surely that shouldn't be difficult for you?"

"This request is indeed simple, and for these Demonic Cultivators it is indeed easy to accomplish."

"But upon further thought, the head Demonic Cultivator instantly realized this was to have them help Human Race cultivators fight the demon race."

"Immediately, the head Demonic Cultivator angrily refused."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible; we will never betray the Upper Tribe."

"Upper Tribe? Hearing this, Yu Mo and Yun Xiantai both laughed."

"Born as humans, yet they call these foreign demon race the Upper Tribe— truly laughable to the extreme."

"However, for the sake of the ingredients, they still resorted to various threats and inducements."

"But after all that, these ten Demonic Cultivators turned out to be incredibly stubborn— even when tortured beyond human shape, they didn't loosen their lips in the slightest, preferring death to submission."

"Leaving the prison dungeon, Yu Mo and Yun Xiantai both wore expressions of helplessness."

"We have a method, but what do we do if these guys won't cooperate? They aren't even afraid of death."

"What now?"

"Let's go ask Little Ye Zhangqing— maybe he has a solution."

"That works too."

"Originally this plan was proposed by Ye Zhangqing, so the two sought him out again."

"After telling Ye Zhangqing the situation of the ten Demonic Cultivators, upon hearing it he wasn't particularly surprised."

"That's also normal."

"Normal?"

"Yeah, it's like asking us to surrender to the demon race— would the two ancestors be willing?"

"That's definitely not— they'd rather die than surrender."

"That settles it, then— so to deal with them we must act at the root."

"What is the root?"

"Faith."

"Faith?"

"The two didn't understand what Ye Zhangqing meant, but he spoke with confidence, saying that after dinner they should go again and likely gain something."

"As for that, Yu Mo and the others could only nod in agreement."

"These ten demon race having such backbone, Ye Zhangqing is not surprised— after all, the demon race is their lifelong faith, and can even be said to transcend life itself."

To make them betray their faith, that is obviously not something ordinary means can achieve.

After dinner, not only Yu Mo and Yun Xiantai, but even Yuan Cang, Shi Qingfeng, Bai Zu and others all went together to the dungeon.

All the Great Emperor Ancestors were present, and Yun Xiantai asked with a curious expression.

«Youngster Zhangqing, do you have confidence? »

«Let's give it a try, after all, no one can say for sure about this. »

«That's right, just do your best. »

The group arrived at the dungeon; as the prison door opened, the ten Demonic Cultivators, already clearly down to their last breath, lay on the ground, their cultivation sealed, their limbs tightly bound by Demon‑Binding Rope.

It can be seen that Yun Xiantai and Yu Mo did not hold back in the afternoon; they almost killed these guys.

The elders said nothing, but all turned their gazes toward Ye Zhangqing.

And Ye Zhangqing, under the elders' gaze, took out ten bowls of food, which had been specially saved from dinner.

As soon as the food appeared, a rich aroma filled the entire prison cell.

The ten Demonic Cultivators, who had been on their last breath, upon smelling the food's aroma, all strained to widen their eyes, staring fixedly at the food before them.

Ye Zhangqing, seeing this, placed the bowls before the ten while calmly saying:

«I see you're about to die, so I'll give you an extra meal. »

Without a word, the ten Demonic Cultivators gave Ye Zhangqing a deep look; seeing he had no intention to keep speaking, they no longer bothered with anything else, picked up the bowls in front of them and began eating heartily.

Anyway, they wouldn't say a word; as for this food, it's so fragrant, not eating it would be a waste.

The ten ate like wolves devouring their prey, while Ye Zhangqing stood aside, merely smiling, saying nothing.

After the ten finished eating, still wanting more, Ye Zhangqing then spoke again.

«How is it? Tasty? »

«Delicious, delicious. »

Hearing that, the ten instinctively nodded repeatedly, agreeing that this was definitely the best meal they had ever eaten in their lives.

«Then did you taste a familiar flavor? »