Chapter 1342 - 1244: Demon Saint’s Spiritual Breath
At the Demon Minister’s invitation, Yang Tian brought the Celestial Emperor and Li Min to the Demon Minister’s residence.
Although this was only a remote place in the Demon Realm, it was still overcrowded, and its level of civilization was above Earth’s.
The Demon Minister’s residence was located right at the center of this city.
It was built with dazzling splendor, majestic and grand.
Four Demon Heads representing Demon Souls coiled around the residence on all sides, continuously blessing this palace-like complex with Demon Breath.
"Though the Demon Realm looks peaceful, under the surface the winds are already howling. Orders from Demon Heaven City demand that demon troops be levied across the realm, and I’ve no idea what they’re preparing for."
Once the guests were seated, the Demon Minister personally poured Yang Tian a cup of top-grade wine.
This wine was brewed using spring water from Demon Heaven Mountain; it was a fine product of the Demon Realm.
Yang Tian took a light sip and felt the Demon Wine enter his belly, stirring the Spiritual Breath in his body into a boil; he pressed it down with his Divine Sense.
"Lord Demon Minister, do you know why the Demon Realm is recruiting Demon Soldiers on such a large scale?"
Yang Tian asked casually.
"I heard the Seven Realms are about to plunge into chaos, and the Demon King is preparing to lead us in defending our homeland!"
The Demon Minister said.
"Oh?"
Yang Tian sneered inwardly.
It seemed the Demon Realm was no pushover either; if they truly armed the entire populace, it would indeed form a colossal force.
"The Divine Realm has already fallen. Whether the God King or the Divine Luo Sect Leader, I heard they’ve all been slaughtered in a bloodbath by some brilliant young man. And the legendary Asura Realm is about to be thrown into turmoil as well—this is bound to be an age of chaos!"
"In chaotic times, heroes are born!"
"Though this will plunge the Demon Realm’s living beings into misery, it is also an opportunity!"
The Demon Minister personally raised his cup.
Yang Tian clinked cups with him, but this time did not taste the wine in his cup.
This Demon Wine contained a powerful force; once it entered the belly, it would inevitably set the Spiritual Breath in one’s body boiling.
Yet what puzzled Yang Tian was that the Demon Minister had already drunk two cups, and his Demon Breath was still calm.
This made Yang Tian suspicious: could it be that this Demon Wine only affects people from outside the Demon Realm?
He kept it in mind.
Li Min and the Celestial Emperor beside him also drank the Demon Wine, but they remained perfectly fine.
This discovery made Yang Tian even more doubtful: could this Demon Wine only affect my Spiritual Breath?
He set down his cup, ran his Spiritual Breath, and guided it along his finger to drip into the wine cup.
The Spiritual Breath quickly fused into the wine; on the surface there was no visible change, but Yang Tian clearly felt the wine inside beginning to boil.
He discovered that his Spiritual Breath was continuously devouring the wine in the cup.
"Lord Demon Minister, where did you get this Demon Wine?"
Yang Tian asked.
"This wine? The spring water was taken from Demon Heaven Mountain and brewed over hundreds of years. Even the Demon King drinks this type of Demon Wine every day!"
The Demon Minister spoke with great pride.
As if saying, I’m serving you such premium Demon Wine today—this is the highest hospitality I can offer you.
Yang Tian listened, but fell somewhat silent.
How could his Spiritual Breath be reacting with the Tianshan spring water from the Demon Realm?
"Sir, you can’t go in. My master is entertaining guests inside..."
Suddenly, a flustered voice sounded from outside.
Then a rough shout followed: "My men already reported to me—today Ling Hao snatched away my people..."
"Chen Hao?"
The Demon Minister who was entertaining Yang Tian and the others frowned; he stood up and patted Yang Tian on the shoulder. "You three have a good drink here; I’ll go out and see what’s going on!"
But just as his voice fell, two Demon Soldiers were hurled inside by a powerful force.
Yang Tian looked up and saw a brawny man.
The man wore a big beard and held a Demon Blade, vicious and ferocious.
"Chen Hao, what are you doing here? Trying to make trouble?"
Demon Minister Ling Hao slammed the table heavily.
"Ling Hao, we’re both Demon Ministers and originally were not to interfere with each other, but today you snatched my people. How are you going to explain that to me?"
Chen Hao pressed his hand down, and the Demon Blade stabbed into the ground with a bang.
"Chen Hao, what nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever snatch your people?"
Ling Hao was no pushover either. His Demon Hand lightly swept out, and with one palm he struck toward the Demon Blade embedded in the ground.
With just a single palm, he knocked Chen Hao’s Demon Blade flying.
"Ling Hao, the three Demon Warriors you’re entertaining are exactly the people I’ve set my eyes on!"
Chen Hao pointed at Yang Tian and the other two, speaking coldly.
"These three are Demon Warriors I recruited—how did they become your people?"
Ling Hao sneered coldly.
"Enough nonsense. I came here today to take them away!"
Without another word, Chen Hao moved first. With a reach and a pull, the Demon Blade flew back to him; he grabbed it and spun once within the grand hall.
"Demon Fierce Kill!"
The Demon Blade in Chen Hao’s hand slashed out a stream of Demonic Qi toward Ling Hao.
Ling Hao was about to strike back, but at that moment the Celestial Emperor leapt up and intercepted the Demon Blade Chen Hao had swung down.
The Celestial Emperor merely pinched lightly, and the Demon Blade crumbled into powder.
This made Chen Hao’s face change drastically, then his eyes turned completely feverish as he stared fixedly at the Celestial Emperor. "Who exactly are you three? Why have you come to our backwater Demon City?"
Ling Hao at the side was excited as well. Yang Tian and the other two were Demon Warriors he had recruited back, but their strength was clearly far beyond that of ordinary Demon Warriors.
The chaos of the Seven Realms would soon sweep into the Demon Realm; if he had three such experts under his banner, Ling Hao was bound to become a hero!
"Tian, did I tell you to make a move?"
Yang Tian barked.
Both Chen Hao and Ling Hao felt Yang Tian’s tone was very off. This man who had crushed the Demon Blade bare-handed had unfathomable strength; even they would have to treat such an existence with full respect.
Yet Yang Tian actually scolded him outright?
To everyone’s astonishment, the man respectfully walked up to Yang Tian. "I’m sorry, Master. I got a bit excited when I saw a Demon Artifact..."
Hearing this, Chen Hao and Ling Hao were shaken.
This Yang Tian was this man’s master!
The man’s strength was extremely mysterious, yet he lowered his head and apologized to Yang Tian. From this it was clear that Yang Tian’s strength surpassed even his.
For a moment, Ling Hao grew curious: just who was this man called Yang Mojie?
"I am the highest-ranking Demon Minister in Demon City, Chen Hao!" Chen Hao suddenly cupped his hands toward Yang Tian. "I formally invite you three to be guests at my residence. The three of you carry extraordinary bearing—you must be distinguished personages!"
"No need. We’re quite fine here."
Yang Tian rejected him outright.
This made Chen Hao frown. "You won’t reconsider? After all, Ling Hao’s status is inferior to mine."
Unhappiness flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes.
Li Min’s figure flickered, and she appeared beside Chen Hao. With a twist of her hand, a dagger appeared and rested against Chen Hao’s neck. "My master said he won’t go with you. If you keep chirping, I’ll kill you!"
A trace of killing intent flashed through Chen Hao’s eyes, but he quickly resumed a smile. "Since the distinguished guests are unwilling, I won’t force it."
With that, he walked out. When he reached the doorway, he turned back to give Ling Hao a cold look, his eyes full of hatred.
"Sir heroes, I’m afraid we’ve offended Chen Hao this time. If possible, please leave for now. After all, Chen Hao holds the highest position among the Demon Ministers here..."
Ling Hao pretended to be concerned about Yang Tian’s safety.
But Yang Tian sneered inwardly. The strength that the Celestial Emperor and Li Min had just displayed had already stirred Ling Hao’s ambitions.
Ling Hao’s words were nothing more than feigned concern, hoping to win Yang Tian’s loyalty.
"We’ll be staying here for a few days."
Yang Tian said.
"Then I must see to it that you’re well entertained!"
Ling Hao’s eyes shone with excitement. He was extremely eager to win over Yang Tian and the other two; the chaos of the Seven Realms would soon engulf the Demon Realm, and if he possessed these three, he would surely rise in the nearby Demon Regions.
At once, Ling Hao hurriedly ordered the steward to lead Yang Tian and the other two to rest.
Just then, the cup of Demon Wine that had already been imbued with Yang Tian’s Spiritual Breath suddenly began to boil, shining with a dazzling radiance. This made Ling Hao’s face change drastically. "What is that? Is it Demon Saint’s Spiritual Breath?"
Yang Tian turned to look and also saw the cup reacting.
That cup already contained his Spiritual Breath, and his Spiritual Breath could make the wine react; what puzzled him was—what was Demon Saint’s Spiritual Breath?