Chapter 220 - 185: Awakening

At this point, both men sighed almost simultaneously.

After all, it was their lack of strength; otherwise, why would things have to be this way? Thinking of this, their spirits dampened.

It now seemed that the people of the Demon Court would no longer show themselves, and naturally, it was time for the two of them to exit as well.

Watching the two already departing, the surrounding people then dispersed.

"Heisha and Green Flood Dragon really lost face this time, coming out as bait and not even being effective," someone said with a light laugh.

They were all clever enough to quickly realize that it probably wasn’t Green Flood Dragon and Heisha’s intention to take the lead.

It was mostly likely the Heavenly Court manipulating from behind the scenes, attempting to find some traces of the Demon Court.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Demon Court didn’t fall for it; instead, it brought someone like Lin Fang onto their heads, ending up losing both a wife and an army.

"This is what you get for being someone’s dog," someone said coldly.

After all, traitors are unwelcome anywhere.

Especially after the obliteration of the Demon Court, life was extremely hard for the Demon Clan, making those living on the lands of Luzhou in the North all the more nostalgic for the days of the Demon Court.

In contrast, they naturally abhorred those traitors who once led to the downfall of the Demon Court, although they didn’t dare to insult them to their faces due to the disparity in strength.

But behind their backs, many would spit fiercely and curse bitterly, "traitorous spy."

"Once His Majesty returns, these guys will certainly be the first to be cleaned up; they’re already like dogs driven to jump over the wall," someone sneered.

"Quiet, who knows if their lackeys are around here? Let the big shots worry about these matters. For commoners like us, just surviving is pretty good," another cautioned.

The crowd gradually dispersed amid such talks, allowing the land to return to tranquility.

Green Flood Dragon and Heisha, whom Lin Fang had embarrassed, didn’t leave the Demon Capital but instead circled around to a cave.

Inside, someone was already waiting for them—it was the newly appointed Marshal Tianpeng, Yin Qi.

"Marshal, we are back," Green Flood Dragon said with a light laugh.

Yin Qi slowly raised his head and asked, "From the looks of it, those remnants of the Demon Court didn’t fall for it?"

"Marshal saw right through it; it seems these people didn’t come to the Demon Capital. They must have gone somewhere else," Green Flood Dragon said with a dry laugh.

Seeing this, Yin Qi smiled and said, "Well, it was just a casual move anyway. It seems the opponent is more cautious than I imagined."

At these words, Heisha’s face darkened a bit; he and his companion had put their old faces on the line to act as bait, yet now in the mouth of others, it was just a casual move.

Nevertheless, Green Flood Dragon laughed and said, "Then Marshal, what should we do next?"

After thinking for a moment, Yin Qi said, "Hold your positions for now. If the Demon Court makes a move, they are very likely to strike at you first. Then, I can follow the vine to find their trail."

"Don’t worry, I will ensure your safety," Yin Qi reassured them with a smile.

Then he had them detail the process, and upon hearing that Lin Fang had made a move, Yin Qi frowned and said, "Lin Fang, it turns out to be him. He is a tough one, but fortunately, he isn’t siding with the Demon Court. Presumably, he acted purely out of distaste. You don’t need to worry."

After finishing, he sighed and said, "Well then, gentlemen, I must take my leave first. There are pressing matters with the Celestial River Naval Forces. I leave everything here in your hands. If there’s any change, notify me immediately."

Having said that, he decisively left the cave mansion without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Heisha suddenly spit on the ground and grumbled, "What arrogance, thinking no one else matters just because he became a marshal. Using me as bait like it’s nothing but a casual move in a game."

Just thinking about Yin Qi’s indifferent attitude enraged Heisha immensely.

After dominating Luzhou in the North for so many years, he now had to be ordered around by a junior.

"Come on, Heisha, just cool down, man. When you’re under someone’s roof, you’ve got to bow your head," Old Qing Jiao consoled from the side.

"Damn it, if it weren’t for the Demon Court’s people eyeing me eagerly, I would have rebelled today, bloody arrogant jerk," he fumed.

However, when it really came to rebelling, he was unwilling to do so. Without the protection of the Heavenly Court, he could be killed and his head displayed as a specimen on the lands of Luzhou in the North by the next day. He might even earn titles like spy or stooge.

"We’re helpless, just like fat on the chopping block, at the mercy of others, in vain," Old Qing Jiao sighed.

It seemed like there were many more wrinkles on his aged face.

But Black Robe just laughed and said, "I’m not worried. After all, I’m alone. At worst I can change my appearance and hide. You, Old Qing Jiao, with your big family, can’t hide that easily."

At these words, Green Flood Dragon’s brow furrowed even tighter.

What Black Robe said was indeed true. Compared to the solitary Black Robe, his own large family and business made them an easy target, as evidenced by the continuous assassination attempts.

Now, with the rumors of the Demon Emperor’s return growing stronger, there would likely be more and more people coming to assassinate him, some to make a name for themselves, others to prove their worth to the Demon Emperor.

"Ah!" Green Flood Dragon sighed softly, his voice echoing in the cave mansion, filled with indescribable bitterness and helplessness.

Meanwhile, Little Feng slowly opened his eyes, only to see darkness all around, the scenes before he passed out flashing through his mind.

He had severely embarrassed Old Qing Jiao, then left nonchalantly, only to encounter a dark-faced man on the way who attacked him with a mysterious spell immediately.

In just a confrontation, he found himself immobilized, eventually being captured, with the memory of being lifted by the neck into the air.

After that, he knew nothing.

"Could this be the legendary Netherworld?" Little Feng murmured to himself.

Turning his head, he saw a cluster of warm flames in the darkness, radiating a comforting glow.

"So there’s such warm fire in the Netherworld too," Little Feng couldn’t help but sigh.

Then a clear childlike voice reached his ears, "He’s awake!"

Suddenly, the face of a little girl appeared in front of him. This little girl, with her delicate features, looked naive but already bore the promise of beauty.

Seeing this suddenly appearing little face, Little Feng realized he was not dead, nor was this the Netherworld.

He struggled to stand up, his body racked with intense pain, indicating the injuries he had sustained were indeed real.

Looking around, he found himself in a dilapidated temple, surrounded by collapsed temple walls, with a campfire not far away, and a handsome young man sitting next to the fire.

Seeing Little Feng regain consciousness, he smiled and nodded, "Finally awake."