Chapter 146: Demon Clan Envoy and Human Clan Envoy

Hou Zhenfang, Liang Qiao, and a large group of people were stunned for a moment.

Sun He couldn't help but curse: "You damn it, how much more are you lacking? You said you have half a vat's capacity, but you've already drunk over ten vats!!"

Hou Zhenfang glanced at Huangfu Qi on the ground, also said in a deep voice: "Exactly! You brat are sly, always just a little short, pretending to be weak to eat the strong."

"I really am just a little short, I really have no drinking capacity!" Heng Xian held the wine jar, his body swaying; he spoke the truth—he truly had no drinking capacity, he just had a demon pill in his mouth—"Today is strange; maybe after a few more vats I'll be drunk to death..."

Sun He gritted his teeth: "For Junior Sister Ji, we're taking this on!"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "How many vats? I can't drink anymore—at most one vat!"

"What's the point of one vat?" Sun He sneered: "We'll also take five big vats!"

"Well..." Heng Xian pondered, then said: "Alright! Bring the wine!"

Ten vats of wine were quickly brought up.

The two exchanged a glance and started drinking together.

For a moment, the only sound in the hall was the gulping sound.

Soon, the ten vats of wine were finished.

Sun He's eyes stared blankly, he slurred: "Heng Xian, you're not lacking a little anymore, right? Give me... pour!"

Heng Xian swayed, extended two fingers, made a tiny gesture: "There's still a little bit of a little bit!"

"Plop!"

Sun He fell over.

Heng Xian then looked toward Hou Zhenfang, swaying, his speech slurred: "This senior brother... so open-minded, how about... finally you let me fall?"

Hou Zhenfang sized him up, his chiseled face full of doubt, his eyes full of unwillingness: "We... let's bet on eight small vats!"

"That many!! I'm scared!"

"Don't be scared, cut the nonsense, start drinking!"

"Alright!"

"Gulugulu..."

The two each drank eight vats of wine, finished in the time of an incense stick, then looked at each other.

Heng Xian still swayed: "Still lacking... a tiny bit."

"Screw your sister!" Hou Zhenfang, "drunk to the point of not closing his eyes", collapsed headfirst.

"Whoa..."

By this time, the tightly packed spectators downstairs burst into cheers they couldn't hold back.

Even Lin Shuyu and her group sat cross-legged in a row, silently looking over.

"I really am just a little short." Heng Xian looked at Liang Qiao and the group.

Liang Qiao gritted his teeth: "I'll take it on! Five vats!"

"How can you guys drink so much? Another five vats!"

"Cut the nonsense, I don't believe I can't knock you down, you damn it, could you even be a heavy drinker?"

……

"Plop!"

Liang Qiao fell over.

"I don't believe it, I'll go!"

"Plop!"

"I'll go!"

"Fall!"

"Fall..."

After half an hour, everyone on Hou Zhenfang and Huangfu Qi's side was lying everywhere.

No one was still standing.

At this moment, Heng Xian stopped swaying, his eyes clear, leisurely: "I really am just a little short."

"Woo..."

On the ground, the drunken Huangfu Qi picked up a broken wine bowl, weakly threw it half a foot away to protest, then immediately fell drunk again.

Behind them, Lin Shuyu, Ma Buying, Xie Lingyu and a group of people, plus the thousands of ordinary people downstairs, had become numb.

……

The direct result of Heng Xian's drinking bet that knocked down various sect disciples was——

The next day, all sect disciples were sound asleep; basically none went out, the elders were helpless, wandering aimlessly on the streets.

They bumped into each other, talked, and grew angrier the more they spoke.

"What the hell is this 'just a little short' of Tianyuan Sect? One person drank and knocked over a hundred-plus people?"

Fortunately, around noon, the disciples gradually woke up.

And just then, the various sects' tightly packed reinforcements also arrived.

The entire capital of Sang Guo instantly became extremely lively.

Tianyuan Sect's reinforcements numbered over four hundred, led by thirteen Primordial Dan Realm elders, fifty true transmission disciples, plus over three hundred inner door disciples.

Except Heng Xian didn't know any of them.

They seemed to all be from the War Hall, tough specialists engaged in combat and defense.

The Minister of Personnel's residence was overcrowded.

At lunchtime, Ma Buying, Xu Wei, and Zhao Ying squeezed into Heng Xian's room.

Ma Buying, while eating a piece of spirit beef, said: "Now it's safe; the War Hall people have arrived, this group is full of combat power, each one a match for any opponent!"

Xu Wei also laughed and said: "These measly demons aren't worth mentioning; with over five thousand reinforcements from the various sects, any demon gets wiped out!"

Heng Xian put down his chopsticks, thought, and said: "When the reinforcements arrived, did the surrounding demons not try to block them? Or was there no other special reaction?"

Ma Buying laughed and said: "How could they stop them? Thousands of cultivators, and the demons couldn't cope!"

Next we will clean up the demons, slay or seal the demon king, then pacify all directions of Sang Guo, rebuild homes for the common folk—this is our duty as cultivators!

Heng Xian nodded: "All right!"

Just then, a clamor came from outside; Ye Ling'er hurried past beside the Crescent Gate.

Ma Buying quickly shouted: "Junior Sister Ye, what's the matter?"

Ye Ling'er stopped and said: "I heard a demon envoy has arrived; in front of the imperial palace, the elders and our senior brothers and sisters have all gone!"

Ma Buying and the others exchanged glances, all put down their chopsticks, and said: "Let's go take a look!"

Together they went out the door, and Heng Xian asked: "Is the demon envoy an emissary of the demon tribe?"

Is this today's change?

Ma Buying said: "What nonsense demon envoy—this is just a sweet-sounding pretense; in fact, it's demon tribe people coming to negotiate terms with us!"

Heng Xian said nothing more.

They sped along, and before long they arrived before the majestic and imposing imperial city.

All they saw on the imperial city was a large crowd of sect elders with stern expressions.

Also present were Song Rufeng, whom they hadn't seen in days, and his twin brother, the Tyrant Sect elder Song Ruqing.

Below the imperial city, the disciples of the various sects stood in clear-cut ranks on either side.

In the middle of the imperial city avenue stood a young man.

He wore scholar's robes and a scholar's cap, held a folding fan, looking like a scholar—except he had two ears and dragged a red tail behind him.

Heng Xian and Ma Buying exchanged glances with the others, then quietly walked into the Tianyuan Sect disciples' camp.

At that moment, the demon scholar laughed and said: "I have come this time for two matters; I don't know whom to address."

Among the elders on the imperial city, a middle-aged man in yellow robes with a square face coldly said: "I am Taiyi Long of the East Imperial Palace; you may speak to me."

The demon scholar laughed: "The first is to release our family's imperial consort!"

"The imperial consort?" Taiyi Long asked.

The demon scholar pointed to the palace sealing the five‑colored chicken demon: "There!"

Taiyi Long snorted coldly: "And the second matter?"

The demon scholar said: "Give us a mountain range as a place to dwell; no sect or school may disturb us, or else none of you will live to see another day!"

A smirk broke across Taiyi Long's stern face: "Truly laughable!"

Hehehe...

From the elders down to the disciples, everyone burst out laughing.

The demon scholar coldly said: "Oh? You don't think my hundred‑thousand‑strong demon tribe is just joking, do you?"

You're not joking; you're courting death! Even the lives of hundreds of sect disciples cannot be compensated by a hundred‑thousand‑strong demon tribe!

Taiyi Long leapt into mid‑air, threw out a mirror, pointed at the demon scholar, and cried: "Seal the demons, cease hostilities; shoot to kill, no oddities—swiftly as the law commands!"

Boom——

A vast and mighty yellow light flashed and struck toward the demon scholar.

The demon scholar made to flee, but as soon as he leapt he was struck down, letting out a miserable scream; he turned into a fiery‑red dead fox, and blood slowly stained a patch of marble floor crimson.

The surroundings fell silent.

Taiyi Long, looking down from above, said: "We cultivators have fought demons for a hundred thousand years; upon seeing them we either kill or seal—this is a mortal command, you must remember it!"

Yes! The disciples from all directions bowed in unison.

At that moment, on the imperial city, Elder Song Ruqing said calmly: "To avoid excessive casualties, we need one person to go to the demon lair, Xiao Liu Mountain, as an envoy—first to scout the terrain, second to negotiate with the demon king."

We can give him a place to reside, but the remaining lesser demons must all be exterminated; let the demon king decide for himself!

All around, the disciples of the various sects couldn't help but stare at one another.

Such an overbearing negotiation—even if the demons know they will die, they must fight to the death; whoever goes as this ghostly envoy will surely die as well!

What a melodramatic order.

Then Elder Song Rufeng coldly said: "My Tianyuan Sect disciple Heng Xian is skilled at arguing with demons and at using demon evasion techniques; he is equal to the task!"

Swish—— The disciples of the various sects all turned their gazes toward the Tianyuan Sect disciples' camp.

The Tianyuan Sect disciples all turned their heads to look at Heng Xian.

Heng Xian blinked slightly, silently cursing: "This is the change the Heavenly Hexagram spoke of—damn!"

(End of chapter)