Chapter 2543: Terra Demons’ Banquet

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death retreated in the end.

What could they do if they didn’t retreat? Zhang Ruochen was unfathomable. He could curse Tian Shuzi with a thought. If the Paramount Realm didn’t emerge, who could compete with him?

If they continued to challenge him, weren’t they afraid of being captured and forced into becoming a monk?

Before they figured out what Zhang Ruochen was relying on, they could only stay put.

“If you want to destroy a person, you must first make him arrogant! Today, I’ll let Zhang Ruochen be arrogant. Let’s see how long he can be arrogant.” Yuan Benji huffed angrily.

A Death god Supreme Saint said, “Based on my judgment, Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power should be between the 67th and 68th levels. Logically speaking, Tian Shuzi shouldn’t be cursed instantly. Moreover, the Zhang Ruochen we saw today is obviously different from before. Do you think…”

Yuan Benji firmly denied it, “No,” he said. “This person must be Zhang Ruochen. As for what he’s hiding, we can’t find out. Let’s not act rashly for the time being. I’ve already sent a message to my brother. He should have made a decision.”

The brother Yuan Benji mentioned was Yuan Qianmo.

Hearing this, the cultivators of the Fane of Death were relieved.

Yuan Qianmo was the peacemaker of Fane of Death. Without him, Zhang Ruochen couldn’t solve the problem. He was still in the Hundred-Shackle Realm. Even if he could borrow external power, it was just a small trick.

“Let’s talk business!” Yuan Benji said seriously. “We’ve discovered that the Light of Origin appeared three times in the Royal City of Hundred Clans. They all came from the Night Ocean, the sacred ground of the Yakshas.”

“800 miles of Night Ocean and 10 trillion graves.”

“The Royal City of Hundred Clans is the gathering place of heaven and earth at the border of the Infernal Court. Night Ocean is also the thickest node of the divine veins underground of the Royal City of Hundred Clans. Since the Fane of Origin is about to appear, the Night Ocean should be suspicious.”

A Supreme Saint of the Deathkin who was over 10,000 years old was worried. He said, “The Yakshas are not a small clan that can be easily controlled. Below the ten clans, they are considered top-tier clans. It is said that in the ancient past, the Yakshas was one of the ten clans of the Infernal Court.”

Another Supreme Saint said, “The Yakshas have a deep foundation. The Night Ocean sacred ground has been under their control for many years. Even gods can not enter easily. The Royal City of Hundred Clans is the territory of the Yaksha. The Fane of Death is still too weak here.”

A cold and high voice sounded, “If the Fane of Origin really came into being, how can a mere Yaksha take it all for themselves? None of the ten races are willing to see the Yakshas grow again.”

Yuan Benji rested his chin on his finger and said, “It is because the Yakshas were once glorious that I have enough reason to suspect that the Fane of Origin is in their sacred ground.”

“How did the Yakshas respond?” A Supreme Saint asked.

Yuan Benji revealed a trace of anger and said, “The emperor of the Yakshas claimed that they have already explained to the heads of the Fane of Destiny and the various major powers that they will give them an explanation after the big event in the Oorts Cloud Asteroid Belt is over.”

The head of the Fane of Death was naturally Yuan Qianmo and not Yuan Benji.

It was evident that the Yakshas’ emperor did not care about Yuan Benji and dismissed him with a casual sentence.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

“If this drags on, more and more powers will make a move upon hearing the news. The Royal City of Hundred Clans will definitely become the eye of a storm. Everyone wants a piece of the pie. Damn that Ji Fanxin. She hasn’t appeared for a long time. She just had to appear at this critical juncture and pin down the leaders of the various powers!” A hot-tempered Supreme Saint of the Deathkin said, he revealed a look of hatred.

A deep look appeared in Yuan Benji’s eyes. He said, “Continue to closely monitor Zhang Ruochen and the Night Ocean. Also, send a message back to the fane. We need a powerful sacred army to obtain the most benefits after the birth of the Fane of Origin.”

…

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen had been invited by the Terra Demons emperor to the sacred ground of the Terra Demons in the Royal City of Hundred Clans with a group of Supreme Saints.

The emperor of the Terra Demons walked side by side with Zhang Ruochen, walking at the front. He introduced, “Among the 137 clans in the Royal City of Hundred Clans, the Terra Demons is ranked 29th. There are many powerful figures in the clan and many Supreme Saints. The sacred ground in front of you has been valued by the clan’s gods for generations. Not only is there a divine array, but there are also many Divine Marks engraved on it. Once it is fully activated, ordinary gods can not break in. As for the Supreme Saint, we could suppress them in an instant.”

Zhang Ruochen walked on the sacred ground and saw towering saint trees, ink-like black water, guardian beasts of the Supreme Saint level, and strange flowers and plants all over the mountains and plains.

He said, “This is more than a sacred ground. I think it’s not too much to call it a divine land.”

The emperor of the Terra Demons smiled happily. He said without modesty, “After all, the Royal City of Hundred Clans is a special place. It’s better to call it sacred ground.”

Zhang Ruochen understood what he was thinking.

The various clans in the Royal City of Hundred Clans wanted to gather together to fight against the growing dark forces at the edge of the Infernal Court. They also wanted to fight against the oppression of the ten clans and gain more power. They didn’t want to be treated as cannon fodder in the war between Infernal and the Celestial Court. They couldn’t fight back.

At the same time, they were worried that the Royal City of Hundred Clans’ momentum was too strong. The ten clans would be afraid.

They didn’t call it divine land but sacred ground because they wanted to keep a low profile.

In Zhang Ruochen’s eyes, this was unnecessary. The Fane of Destiny and the ten clans weren’t stupid. If the Royal City of Hundred Clans was strong enough to threaten their ruling position, they would be suppressed no matter how low-key they were.

Although the Terra Demons were ranked 29th in the Royal City of Hundred Clans, they were the biggest clans at the edge of the Infernal Court.

In fact, there were thousands of small clans at the edge of the Infernal Court. However, only 137 clans were qualified to enter the Royal City of Hundred Clans. Each clan had at least one God.

It was the same everywhere. Only with a god could one have a minimum status and enter the circle.

In Zhang Ruochen’s opinion, the Terra Demons were much more powerful than Guanghan without the Moon Goddess! Of course, one Moon Goddess was more powerful than a few Terra Demons combined.

In the secular world, the number of Saint Realm cultivators and Supreme Saints represented the competitiveness and strength of a force.

But in the entire universe, the gods were the foundation of a force and determined the status of a force.

“We’re here!”

The emperor of the Terra Demons brought Zhang Ruochen to an extremely magnificent demon palace.

The demon palace was 800 meters tall. Groups of ghost servants and corpusian slaves, dressed in gorgeous and charming handmaidens and demonic charms, shuttled between the palace and the square. Some were holding delicious food, some were carrying wine cauldrons, and some were playing classical music. They were actually preparing a sacred banquet.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised to see such a scene. He said, “I am just a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saint, not a god. Your majesty doesn’t have to be so grand, right?”

Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying were also shocked by the size of the banquet. They didn’t understand why the emperor cared so much about Zhang Ruochen.

When Yan Huangtu and Yan Zhexian came to the sacred ground, they hadn’t been treated so well.

How could the grandson of the Bloodysky Clan’s chief be more distinguished than them?

The Terra Demons’ emperor smiled. “You’re not the only distinguished guest of the Terra Demons. There’s also a distinguished guest waiting in the palace for a long time. This way, please!”

Zhang Ruochen suddenly realized that the person who had asked the Terra Demons’ emperor to stop his fight with the Fane of Death was today’s distinguished guest.

What kind of person was he? Why did he help him?

Zhang Ruochen was the first to enter the demon palace. He saw a remarkable figure sitting cross-legged on the ground on the left side of the hall. There was a low couch in front of him, and he drank alone.

Zhang Ruochen was slightly stunned and a little embarrassed.

How could he not be embarrassed? Back then, he had transformed into this person to intimidate Fei Zhong. He had scared Fei Zhong, the famous Supreme Saint, so much that he had crippled his puppet body.

Now that he saw the real person, he realized that he had only changed his appearance. Fortunately, Fei Zhong was unfamiliar with this person and was afraid. That was how he had gotten away with it.

This person was the Demigod, Yan Yu. He was the number one person under the divinity of the Yanluo Clan.

Before Zhang Ruochen could speak, Yan Yu waved at him with a smile. “Ruochen, come here and drink with me. This is the Red Dust Wine that the Terra Demons bought from the Sengens. No matter how many saint stones you have, you can’t buy it anywhere else.”

Zhang Ruochen walked over quickly. His expression was natural. He cupped his fists and said, “Greetings, Senior Yan Yu.”

“This is a bit too distant. If you don’t mind, you can call me Uncle Yu. I hope you are not thinking I’m taking advantage of you.” Yan Yu stared at him with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen’s expression became strange. He didn’t answer for a long time.

Logically speaking, Supreme Saints were considered equals.

However, people like Yan Yu couldn’t be called Supreme Saint anymore. His cultivation was high, and he was also ranked in the first class of the Tome of the Divines. With a thought, he could enter the divinity.

Once Yan Yu broke into the divinity, he would be like Lord Ming and the Blood Empress.

Even Sword God Feng Chen was on the same level as Yan Yu and Yuan Qianmo. He would not look down on them just because they were still in the Supreme Saint realm.

Yan Yu asked Zhang Ruochen to call him “Uncle”. It doesn’t sound like he’s taking advantage of Zhang Ruochen. Instead, he treated him as one of his own.

“Forget it. I won’t make things difficult for you. Sit down. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!” Yan Yu said with a smile. He poured himself a cup of wine and moved toward Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen quickly sat down. He said, “It’s not that I don’t understand the situation. I really don’t understand why senior Yan Yu treats me so kindly. I am already very grateful that senior Yan Yu could get the emperor to stop the Fane of Death from being rude to me.”

Yan Yu smiled and said, “You were the one who chased away the cultivators of the Fane of Death. How could I help?”

Zhang Ruochen said, “There are so many powerhouses in the Fane of Death. How can I fight them alone? The Fane of Death naturally knew that the Yanluo clan had interfered when the emperor intervened. This would make them more or less afraid and not dare to attack rashly. In short, I will remember this favor!”

With that, Zhang Ruochen drank his cup with respect.

Outside the demon palace, a charming and cold voice sounded. “The Yanluo Clan might not dare to claim credit for the Fane of Death’s retreat. However, the Empyrean Assassins didn’t make a move because of Uncle Yu’s intimidation.”

Yan Zexian walked in a hurry. His fragrance was elegant, and there was a smug look in his crystal clear eyes.

Yan Huangtu followed closely behind.

Zhang Ruochen said thoughtfully, “The killers of the Empyrean Assassins have entered the Royal City of Hundred Clans?”

“The number one assassin of the Empyrean Assassins is in the city. When you were fighting with the Fane of Death, it was the best time for her to attack, but she didn’t.”

Yan Zhexian raised his snow-white chin and wondered whether Zhang Ruochen was scared.

Zhang Ruochen poured another cup of wine and offered a toast to Yan Yu. “Thank you, Uncle Yu, for saving my life.”

It was enough to call him “Uncle.”.

Yan Zhexian frowned and said, “How can you call him Uncle Yu?”

Yan Yu raised a hand to stop Yan Zhexian from continuing. He smiled and said, “It’s my idea.”

“Uncle Yu!”

Yan Zhexian looked like an angry little girl.

How could she not know why Yan Yu was doing this? Obviously, he was standing on the side with his grandfather and great-grandfather, trying to set her up with Zhang Ruochen.

Yan Huangtu stood silently at the side. Looking at Zhang Ruochen, he could not help but smile strangely.

Yan Yu ignored Yan Zhexian and looked at Zhang Ruochen. He said, “The number one assassin of the Empyrean Assassins has indeed come to the Royal City of Hundred Clans. However, she did not make a move, but it was not because I stopped her. Because even I could not find her anywhere.”

“To be called the number one assassin, her hiding skills must also be number one. I’m afraid it will not be easy for the gods to find her,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Yu said, “But she also has to be afraid of the gods. There are three gods in the Royal City of Hundred Clans. That should be why she doesn’t dare to act rashly!”

“There’s another thing I want to explain to you. That Arrow of Deva Path on Hoth wasn’t shot by Lady Fu Xiang, but by Claflin, the elf of the Heavenly Realm.”

Zhang Ruochen quickly said, “Uncle Yu, there’s no need to explain. If the Yanluo Clan wants to kill me, why would they shoot me in the dark? It’s even harder for them to shoot me openly in the dark.”

The Supreme Saints of the Terra Demons, including Xuan Zehai and Xuan Qingying, Sikong the Elder, Sikong the Younger, and Cang Jie, who had come with Zhang Ruochen, took their seats one after another.

The five Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death could only stand stiffly behind the two cultivators.

Everyone present was important. Only Cang Jie, a Saint King, felt like he was in a dream.

Even the demigod was sitting on it. This was a legendary figure!

Zhang Ruochen still accompanied Yan Yu. They chatted and drank as if they had met again after a long time.

Yan Zhexian sat diagonally across from Zhang Ruochen and stared at them. Whenever Zhang Ruochen looked over, she would open her eyes wide. It was as if she could stop Zhang Ruochen and Yan Yu from talking.

There were two empty seats in front of Yan Zhexian.

Seeing that everyone had taken their seats, Zhang Ruochen could not help but ask, “Are we waiting for someone else?”

“Indeed, two handsome people of your generation are coming to the banquet.”

Yan Yu did not mention who the two people were. Suddenly, he grabbed Zhang Ruochen’s hand and asked in a low voice with a complicated look, “Ruochen, what do you think of Xian’er?”

“Well…”

Zhang Ruochen could not help but stare at Yan Zhexian, who was diagonally opposite him.

Yan Zhexian must have heard Yan Yu’s question. She did not glare back in the face of Zhang Ruochen’s gaze. Instead, she lowered her head to look at the ground, showing that she was listening.

In front of Yan Yu, she still did not dare to act rashly.

She just did not know how much Zhang Ruochen would belittle her.