Chapter 456: Clearing the Heart and Awakening the Wisdom to Storm the Hall

In the end, this Pill was still consumed by the Demon Lord.

At the mere thought of the Grand Secretary's expression, as if he were mourning his own parents, Lingxiang felt a secret thrill in her heart.

Those words from just now were nothing more than an exaggeration; as for whether the Demon Lord would test the medicine himself, Lingxiang was firmly convinced—he would never let anyone else do it for him.

This was the Demon Lord's obsession, which Lingxiang could understand to some extent, which was why she had him firmly under her thumb.

Yet understanding did not mean approval; after all, the one the Demon Lord had harmed was Lingxiang's own kin.

As for the Grand Secretary, that was merely Lingxiang sowing discord to create a rift between the sovereign and his subject; who knows, there might even be an unexpected joy in the future.

Of course, Lingxiang did not believe they would have a "future"; she simply took it as her own dark humor to disgust the two of them.

In any case, neither of them were good things, so Lingxiang felt no burden in her heart, and even felt quite smug.

After waiting for about half a stick of incense, the Demon Lord felt no discomfort; on the contrary, he felt even more refreshed, as if some inexplicable Qi was stirring within his body.

If a single Mortal Grade pill had such an effect, wouldn't the remaining Middle Grade one be even more extraordinary?

At this rate, he might be able to see Tumi today!

The Demon Lord was inwardly thrilled, yet he carefully cradled the "Huitian" in his hands, as if afraid it would fall to the ground and be lost, and even his footsteps slowed down significantly.

Lingxiang only smiled without a word, watching the changes quietly.

After all, this was her first time successfully refining a Huitian Pill, so she naturally did not know what the situation would be like after consuming it.

Although Lingxiang had taken Huitian when she was young, she was still a child then and could not even remember what had happened at the time, so how could she remember the reaction after taking the medicine?

However, what was certain was that the Wandering Soul Grass was definitely effective; it was just that the time had not yet come.

Since the Demon Lord currently possessed a human body, the first thing to take effect would naturally be the Huitian Pill, while the Wandering Soul Grass, being an item of the Netherworld, would only reveal its efficacy after he had fully absorbed the pill.

Let the pill dissolve for a while longer.

The Grand Secretary watched the changes in Lingxiang's expression: she wore a look of being harmless to people and animals, but she must be harboring evil intentions in secret, yet...

Glancing at the Demon Lord walking toward the throne, the Grand Secretary let out a long sigh: alas, the Demon Lord's heart was entirely filled with that Tumi...

Truly, each generation is worse than the last; the dignified supreme ruler of the Demon Realm was actually trapped by love, lacking even half the spirit of the Former Demon Venerable.

If it weren't for the kindness of the Former Demon Venerable and his deathbed entrustment, would it ever be this brat's turn to act so willfully? He would have quit long ago!

Two "Click" sounds interrupted the Grand Secretary's train of thought, followed by the sound of a heavy stone mill.

A beam of fluorescent light suddenly poured in, and the candlelight in Yinxu Hall dimmed significantly in an instant.

The Demon Lord did not move, only looking at Lingxiang, seemingly waiting for her, while Lingxiang was looking outside the hall at this moment.

Outside the hall, it was noisy, with screams and shouts rising one after another, and the clashing of weapons could be vaguely heard.

Guihua had been out for some time, and it was unknown what the situation was like outside.

The Demon Lord did not urge her, only standing quietly behind Lingxiang, his expression dark and unclear.

The hall fell into a silence, and no one broke this stillness.

A moment later, Lingxiang shook her head and let out a long sigh, walking toward the Demon Lord.

Forget it, forget it; three years have already passed, so why be in such a rush for the present moment?

Just as the two were about to move, the doors of the great hall shattered suddenly, and Demon Soldiers were thrown in one after another, falling to the ground in a jumble, all wailing incessantly.

The three of them looked toward the sound in unison, and saw two figures stepping into the hall—one with the air of an immortal, the other tall and transcendent.

"Junior Sister, we have come to take you home!"

It was Chengxin Zhenren and Donghui Zhenren.

Lingxiang's face froze for a moment, but she instantly returned to normal, even appearing very cold; she only glanced at them once before walking toward the Stone Chamber with the Demon Lord, not even turning her head as she passed the Grand Secretary.

The Grand Secretary's old eyes narrowed, staring at Lingxiang's back, his heart filled with a sigh.

Ordinary people, upon meeting an old friend after a long time, would be moved to some extent no matter how calm they were, but she only appeared surprised that someone had broken in, rather than joyful, as if the two who arrived had nothing to do with her.

What a woman who keeps her emotions hidden; she was terrifyingly composed. If she were truly the Imperial Princess of the Demon Realm, she would be a qualified successor to the Demon Lord. Pity...

Chengxin Zhenren had not expected Lingxiang to have such a reaction upon seeing them, and was about to speak when he was stopped by Donghui Zhenren.

Although it was only for an instant, Donghui had captured the change in Lingxiang; the joy that flashed in those eyes could not be wrong.

As for why Lingxiang was so indifferent, there must be other hidden reasons.

"Does the Grand Secretary have confidence?" the Demon Lord, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly asked.

The Grand Secretary only smiled and actually began to undo his belt.

"What is Your Excellency saying? This old man has just not taken action for a long time, but I have never slackened in my cultivation."

Although the Grand Secretary held a civil post, he had fulfilled the request of the Former Demon Venerable and was, after all, of the Demon Race.

The Demon Race was inherently fond of fighting and brave; even the commoners of the Demon Realm had physical constitutions that were not comparable to ordinary mortals.

"The opportunity is rare; this old man will properly stretch his muscles and bones today."

No errors, no omissions, read every single word!

The Grand Secretary threw down his outer cloak, loosened his neck, and his fists cracked loudly.

"Then I shall trouble the Grand Secretary to go to some effort."

After the Demon Lord finished speaking, he took Lingxiang in his arms and entered the Stone Chamber; following the sound of heavy grinding on the floor, the stone door closed once again.

Inside the Stone Chamber, the furnishings remained the same, and under the light of the Wandering Soul Grass from the Nether River, the glazed coffins appeared exceptionally dreamlike and eerie.

The Demon Lord did not know what method he had used to keep the two corpses so well-preserved; if one did not look closely, one would think the two were just sleeping in the coffins.

Lingxiang's mood was also very complex; after all, the one lying inside was her own mother, and the other person...

Hah! It was the original physical body of this shameless little Demon Lord before her.

A sense of competitiveness arose spontaneously, prompting Lingxiang to lean over the coffin to examine it for a long while.

In terms of appearance alone, this little Demon Lord did have some beauty, but compared to her father's skin, it seemed much more immature.

As expected, the best-looking one was still her father.

If others knew of her wild thoughts, she would likely be branded with a reputation for being rebellious and unfilial.

But who is Lingxiang?

Reputation?

How much is a reputation worth?

Lingxiang curled her lip, watching with cold eyes as the Demon Lord fed the Huitian Pill into Tumi's mouth, even feigning deep affection as he planted a kiss.

"If you ask me, you should stop being the Demon Lord; step down and yield the position to me sooner, and you can go be your lovesick fool—that would count as a contribution from you, as a member of the Demon Race, to the Demon Realm."

Lingxiang truly could not help but speak her mind: he had gone through immense trouble, nearly reaching the heavens, all just to resurrect his beloved, yet that beloved held no place for him in her heart.

A dignified lord of a realm, actually trapped by petty romance, it really is...

A waste of such a good background; it is simply squandering a heavenly gift.

If she, Lingxiang, had these conditions, she would have long since dispatched troops and generals to conquer the three realms.

Lingxiang was still somewhat bothered that the Sect Leader of Yuanqing had not fallen into her hands.

She had been bothered for over ten years...

If she could make up for it from the Demon Race, Lingxiang would not mind spending some effort to properly reorganize the Demon Realm.

But the Demon Lord merely smiled.

"As long as it is what Xiang'er wants, Daddy will certainly give it to you."

Hearing this, Lingxiang could not help but be startled; in a trance, it was as if the person before her really were her own father, but it was only for an instant before she came back to her senses.

Could the Pill have taken effect?

That makes no sense; it shouldn't be that fast...