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Perhaps it was for this reason that the man had behaved so arrogantly and abnormally.

But Lu Xuan wondered if all the bloodlines of the Demon Emperor were so unfriendly, much like the demon barbarians.

Gu Li shivered in fear, “I, I haven’t done anything bad… really!”

She looked at Gu Yuan’s headless corpse on the ground, feeling a chill at the back of her neck.

“Yan Feiyu of the Sky Demon Sect thanks the senior for saving us.”

Yan Feiyu stepped forward to thank him.

She couldn’t determine Lu Xuan’s real age, but in such a place, calling someone a senior was always the right choice.

Lu Xuan returned the gesture, “Dao Evolution Sect, Lu Xuan.”

Hearing this, Yan Feiyu paused, then bowed again to Lu Xuan, “Senior Lu, may I ask for the body of this man in exchange for a price?”

The Dao Evolution Sect and the Sky Demon Sect, due to historical issues, never interacted and were like two sects that never crossed paths.

Yan Feiyu was uneasy, but Gu Yuan’s body contained six Demon Emperor bloodlines, and she had to try to negotiate for Gu Li’s sake.

Lu Xuan pondered, “His bloodline is of no use to us; you may take it… Ah, isn’t the founding celebration of the Sky Demon Sect in four months?”

“Yes, senior.”

Yan Feiyu responded, her heart stirring.

“In that case, the Dao Evolution Sect will send representatives to your sect, and I hope they will be granted entry.”

Lu Xuan stated.

“Yes, Senior!”

Yan Feiyu immediately understood his meaning.

The visit of the Dao Evolution Sect was not just a courtesy call.

The ancestral master of the Dao Evolution Sect had once stolen the Demon Tree, disrupting the Demon Clan’s fate, making the Sky Demon Sect resentful, thus refusing to interact with them.

But upon further thought, both sides were in the midst of war.

In war, strategy and cunning are commonplace.

The Demon Clan had also planned assassinations against human leaders, but infiltrating enemy ranks was difficult and was eventually abandoned.

However, the ancestral master of the Dao Evolution Sect had the capability, and with this surprise force, the humans won the war.

Yan Feiyu thought that if one is defeated, they should accept it and not make excuses.

She agreed with Lu Xuan’s proposal.

Years of non-communication had not benefited either side.

It was worth trying to break the ice and take the first step towards contact.

In the Demon Emperor’s Secret Realm, at the Central Immortal Palace.

“I originally thought that the architectural style of the ancient Demon Emperor’s era would be rough and unrestrained, but this palace is surprisingly intricately built.”

Lu Xuan stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up.

The Eastern Palace of the Imperial Son was vast and imposing from a distance, but up close, the palace was exquisitely constructed.

The steps leading up to the palace, totaling nine hundred and ninety-nine, each had intricate carvings.

If a cultivator focused their sight, they could see tiny scroll paintings etched within these delicate grooves.

It was as if buying a wig, only to discover that each hair strand had the ‘Along the River During the Qingming Festival’ engraved on it.

Such detail wasn’t necessary for building a palace and was simply the Demon craftsmen showing off their skills.

“In terms of art, the ancient demons had a high aesthetic sense,” Cheng Lingzhu commented with a smile.

Lu Xuan agreed, noting that crafting living beings was also a technical task.

He imagined bringing Yesha here, who would likely be overwhelmed by the grandeur of the palace.

Then she might reflect on why her barbarians knew only to eat and question if she, the creator, was lacking.

The group ascended the steps at a leisurely pace.

Lu Xuan and his companions were relaxed, taking in the sights.

In contrast, the atmosphere among Yan Feiyu’s group was more somber.

Gu Li, with her head down, was heavy-hearted, thinking about her imminent meeting with the ninth, where their fates would be decided.

When the group reached the top step and stood before the palace doors, they saw a figure waiting.

A young man, about sixteen or seventeen, clad in a black cloak with a fox fur collar, his eyes bright and face handsome, greeted them with a polite smile:

“Today, I emerge from seclusion to find guests. I am Gu YuanO of the Demon Emperor’s lineage.”

After introducing himself, Gu Yuan turned to Gu Li, “You’re my sister, right?”

Gu Li nodded, her expression complex.

“How many bloodlines have you fused?”

Gu Yuan asked.

“Eight.”

Gu Li replied after a moment’s silence.

“Then you are ready to face me.”

Gu Yuan smiled, “How long can you hold out?”

“Six hours,” Gu Li answered.

The more Demon Emperor bloodlines one fused, the greater the burden on the body.

Gu Li’s condition was now similar to Gu Yuan’s.

If she did not gather and unify all nine bloodlines soon, she too would face death.

“Of the nine bloodlines, eight are secondary, and one is primary, which resides in me,” Gu Yuan explained seriously, “The combination of the eight secondary bloodlines can challenge the primary. To survive, sister, you must defeat me first.

“You could simply leave this place and take my bloodline after I die,” Gu Li suggested.

“If I say I’m confident in defeating my sister, would that be too arrogant?”

Gu Yuan smiled, “Well… I’m not entirely confident either, but our meeting today, to fight to the death, is fate.”