Chapter 443: The Sudden Appearance of Awe Provokes Suspicion

Long Qi was passing through the Ghost Market when he encountered Tubo. After some bone-reading and physiognomy, Tubo said some strange and bizarre things, while at that time, Lu Ying was in the courtyard just a wall away.

After the Great Emperor Ziwei left, Tubo called Lu Ying out. After giving some instructions, he said the time had come and ordered him to go to the Demon City quickly. Then, with a flash of divine light, he disappeared without a trace.

Such behavior was a common occurrence, so Lu Ying was not surprised. After tidying up a little, he followed the instructions and left the Ghost Market.

Approaching the Demon City, he originally intended to sneak in quietly, but unexpectedly, he saw three people sneakily climbing the city wall, after which they lay flat on top and did not move.

The figures of two of them looked very familiar, but Lu Ying really could not imagine which of his acquaintances would break into the Demon Capital at this time, or who would have the ability to come to the Underworld at this moment.

Lu Ying's information was truly a bit blocked.

For three years, he had been in Tubo's small courtyard, and apart from teaching him cultivation, Tubo had never told Lu Ying anything, so he did not know that the Ghost Gate had been re-established.

Even when he heard the sound of a phoenix, whenever Lu Ying asked about it, Tubo would brush it off with words like "you will naturally know when the time comes."

After thinking it over, for the sake of safety, Lu Ying decided to conceal his aura and observe from the shadows first.

Thus, before long, Lu Ying also lay on the city wall, only separated by a gate tower, so they could not see each other.

The outer city was covered with the corpses of the Demon Race, and the inner city was even more bustling.

Lu Ying recognized the people from the Yuanqing Sect and the Taishang Sect at a glance, but he was seeing the other Daoist robes for the first time.

One by one, the Daoist Sect members were filled with killing intent, fighting with the guards of the inner city, while in front of the inner wall gate sat an old man, holding a Tea Cup and looking quite leisurely, as if the intense slaughter before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

The old man was none other than the Grand Marshal of the Demon City, who was in charge of all military affairs of the Demon Race.

Just as Lu Ying was wondering who the old man was, a long sword pierced through the air, pointing straight at the old man's head, but the latter merely tilted his head and dodged it easily, even taking a sip of tea at the end.

Seeing this, Lu Ying was greatly shocked and hurriedly began to take the Grand Marshal seriously.

What seemed like an inadvertent tilt of the head was actually composure in the face of a surprise attack; to have such focus, he must not be underestimated.

Before Lu Ying could react to the situation at hand, he saw two people fly down. Looking closely, they were Chiyanzi and Long Qi.

No wonder they looked familiar; one was a lifesaver, and the other could be considered a friend who had shared life and death.

In just a moment of distraction, the three were already fighting. Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, Lu Ying had no choice but to rush out.

One way or another, he had to repay the favor; he couldn't just watch the two of them die, could he?

"Why is it you? Why are you here?" Seeing it was Lu Ying, Long Qi was extremely surprised. "Are you human or ghost..."

Someone who had clearly died three years ago suddenly appeared before him, and in a place like the Underworld, how could one not think in that direction?

Long Qi had even thought about avenging Lu Ying and delivering his soul.

Lu Ying really wanted to roll his eyes: having not seen each other for so long, why was this Long Qi still so foolish?

But the timing was inappropriate, so he just threw out a "it's a long story" and faced the Grand Marshal.

The Grand Marshal was also startled in his heart.

He looked like a mere practitioner of the Mortal Path, yet that strike just now had actually forced him to use thirty percent of his power to block it, and this person was still calm and composed.

"Interesting, interesting." The Grand Marshal smiled and stroked his long beard.

He did not expect that at his age, he would still encounter such a young opponent; the younger generation is truly formidable.

Of course, the Grand Marshal's "interesting" referred to Chiyanzi and Lu Ying, and he did not take Long Qi seriously at all.

In the Grand Marshal's view, Long Qi was just a small Daoist with mediocre aptitude; the only reason he attacked was because the other party provoked him, and he came out to loosen his muscles. If he knew what the Grand Marshal was thinking, Long Qi would definitely be jumping with rage, but fortunately, the Grand Marshal did not say anything.

The current Grand Marshal was already interested in Chiyanzi and Lu Ying, so he wouldn't care about Long Qi anymore.

"May I ask the names of the visitors? Who is your master?"

This stumped Lu Ying. If he reported the name of his master, Lieyang, and something went wrong, and the Taishang Sect became hated by the Demon Race just like the Yuanqing Sect, what would he do?

But if...

To tell the truth, Lu Ying still did not know that the old man who taught him was Tubo. He hadn't stopped asking over these three years, but Tubo always brushed it off with words like "Xuanji" and "cannot be spoken of," and as time went on, Lu Ying stopped asking.

How about using "Xuanji Elder"?

It would be better if no one knew, and it could save the old man a lot of trouble.

Having made up his mind, Lu Ying was about to speak, but Chiyanzi spoke first, not caring at all.

"This poor Daoist is merely a wandering traveler, not worth mentioning. My master ascended to immortality many years ago, so there is no need to trouble yourself."

Such a reply was truly a bit impolite, but why did it sound so satisfying?

"I am nothing but a wild Daoist from the countryside. I left my sect years ago. I am just a nameless nobody, making the world my home; not worth mentioning." Lu Ying followed suit and replied.

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Ha! This was even more interesting.

The Grand Marshal examined the two people in front of him with amusement.

One was a wandering traveler who could possess the "Awe" of the Demon Race, and the other was a nameless small Daoist who actually required thirty percent of his power.

"Since that is the case, then this old man will not be polite either."

As soon as the words fell, Long Qi only felt a flash of lightning before his eyes, and the Grand Marshal disappeared. Then he heard a "clatter," and Lu Ying only had time to raise his double maces before he was sent flying a zhang away.

Before Long Qi could react, there was a "clang" sound from Chiyanzi's side, but he stood steadily in place, his horsetail whisk blocking the Grand Marshal's Flood Dragon whip.

"Good lad, good skills." The Grand Marshal praised.

"You flatter me."

Chiyanzi said words of modesty, but the expression on his face was a bit strange. If one had to say what was strange, it seemed to contain a hint of lingering fear.

The Grand Marshal's movements were swift; if it were any other time, Chiyanzi would definitely not have been able to catch that strike, yet he had managed to block it.

The moment the Grand Marshal moved, Chiyanzi's body had already moved subconsciously, yet he had not seen the Grand Marshal's movements at all.

Chiyanzi clearly felt that something inexplicable was budding in his body, but he could not say what it was.

And the Grand Marshal also clearly felt that the "Awe" that Chiyanzi erupted with in an instant completely suppressed his own "Awe."

That was not the "Awe" that an ordinary Demon Race member would have, but rather...

The Royal Clan!

That's right, it was the "Awe" unique to the Royal Clan of the Demon Realm.

This kind of "dread" is possessed by the Demon Lord, and Wumin Jun also has it, but the person before his eyes is merely a mortal Daoist, so how could he have such a sense of dread?

The "dread" of the royal clan can command Demon Generals and strike terror into a hundred demons.

What on earth is this person's background!?