Chapter 1352: Ten Thousand Demons Conference

Yun Jianyue rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I'm the kind of fool who rushes in without a plan? How could I be stupid enough to court death?"

Yan Xuehen's lips curled into a slight smile. "In my heart, you're exactly the kind of fool who throws caution to the wind when impulsive."

Yun Jianyue was speechless.

Just as the two women seemed on the verge of another argument, the eunuch's shrill voice echoed through the arena: "The Little Demon Empress arrives!"

At that moment, a subtle sweetness seemed to permeate the air throughout the venue. Soon after, a graceful and captivating figure slowly flew in from the horizon.

As a gentle breeze rustled, her skirt billowed around her, making her truly appear like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

Many among the myriad races had long heard of the Little Demon Empress's stunning beauty but were seeing her for the first time. Upon witnessing her charming and exquisite face, many gazed with fervent eyes, some even shamelessly swallowing hard.

The Demon Race, being quite wild in their customs, allowed for such reactions. In the Human Race, however, such behavior, if strictly pursued, would be considered a grave offense of disrespect.

"The Little Demon Empress is truly a rare beauty among demons," many whispered, unable to suppress their admiration.

Zu An thought to himself that these people were truly fearless. Each one believed that amidst the bustling crowd, the Demon Emperor wouldn't hear their quiet remarks, completely unaware of how terrifying a Land Immortal's abilities could be.

To his surprise, however, the Demon Emperor remained seated on his elevated dragon throne, his face impassive, seemingly oblivious to the comments.

Yu Yanluo seemed to sense his confusion and quietly explained, "The Demon Race is different from the Human Race. Here, they don't mind others praising their wives' beauty; in fact, they consider it an honor."

"But their tone isn't exactly pure praise, is it?" Zu An asked, bewildered. Their mannerisms suggested they wished to carry the Little Demon Empress directly to bed.

Yu Yanluo's expression was also a little strange. "Their customs here are indeed different; such reactions are seen as further proof of her charm."

By this time, the Little Demon Empress had flown near the elevated platform. She was very careful not to fly directly over the Demon Emperor's head, instead descending halfway up the platform and then gracefully walking up the steps.

Her wide skirt naturally spread out, trailing beautifully on the steps like the tail of a phoenix.

It must be said that at this moment, the Little Demon Empress indeed carried herself with the noble bearing of a queen.

After ascending the platform, she smiled and bowed to the Demon Emperor. "Your humble consort greets Your Majesty."

Her voice was sweet and enchanting, sending shivers down many spines. They wondered how such a beautiful and captivating voice could exist in the world.

"Such affectation," Yun Jianyue scoffed, seemingly annoyed by her overly sweet demeanor, perhaps as another woman.

Yan Xuehen smiled slightly. "Isn't your Demonic Sect's charm technique similar to this? Why are you mocking her?"

Zu An's heart stirred. He had always heard of Yun Jianyue's exceptional charm techniques; even Qiu Honglei had learned from her.

Yet, despite spending so much time with her, he had never seen her employ it.

Zu An subconsciously glanced at Yun Jianyue. The woman was indeed devastatingly beautiful, enough to topple kingdoms, but unfortunately, she was too fierce and domineering. He truly couldn't imagine what she would be like if she used a charm technique.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yun Jianyue's phoenix eyes narrowed, finding his gaze peculiar. She then turned to answer Yan Xuehen's question, "Can they be the same? Ours is merely a means to toy with men; it doesn't mean it's our true nature. But that woman is naturally seductive, born a hussy."

Yan Xuehen was speechless.

Yu Yanluo was speechless.

As women, and attractive ones at that, they truly disliked using such words to describe another woman, but considering Yun Jianyue's personality, they understood.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor on the high platform nodded and extended a hand in a gesture, indicating for the Little Demon Empress to rise.

The Little Demon Empress smiled sweetly and then took a smaller seat beside him.

As they sat together, one incredibly old and near the end of his life, the other as vibrant as a peach blossom and endlessly charming, the many demons in the arena seemed to find nothing amiss. In their minds, only a powerful figure like the Demon Emperor was worthy of possessing a peerless beauty like the Little Demon Empress.

Only Zu An's expression was peculiar. He wondered if these split souls were identical to the main body, and if all their functions were complete, wouldn't it be easy for him to unwittingly cuckold himself?

Or perhaps all three split souls would participate together every time...

The thought sent a chill down Zu An's spine. He mused that the lives of Land Immortals were simply too mysterious for outsiders to comprehend.

At this moment, an old man in elaborate official robes stepped forward to officiate the ceremony. Seeing his mouth full of black teeth, Zu An was startled. "Another one from the Blacktooth Clan?"

Xing Nu beside him explained, "He is the patriarch of the Blacktooth Clan, the Demon Race's imperial uncle, and the current Grand Minister of Works, Heichi Fei. He has an extremely close relationship with Crown Prince Jinwu, serving as the leader of the Prince's faction. Coupled with his past ties to the former Great Demon Empress, he presides over all major ceremonies of the Demon Race."

Zu An nodded and looked towards the stage, noticing that Crown Prince Jinwu had also made his entrance. He arrived in his exceedingly flashy golden war chariot, pulled by six hornless dragons. With his gleaming golden armor, he appeared majestic and imposing, exuding an extraordinary aura that drew cheers from the disciples of various clans who supported him.

Only Zu An noticed the faint weakness between Crown Prince Jinwu's brows. His face was clearly powdered and made up, evident that his lower body had been severely injured by Zu An earlier. Although he had recovered under the Demon Emperor's Golden Crow Sacred Flame, the damage taken was immense.

The Demon Race, valuing strength above all else, meant that any display of weakness on such a grand occasion would clearly be detrimental to his future succession. Hence, he had intentionally applied makeup.

Zu An's gaze fell upon the golden war chariot. He thought to himself that it was truly impressive and wondered when he could seize it for his own ride.

At that moment, he noticed another defiant gaze also fixed on Crown Prince Jinwu—it was the Second Prince, positioned at the very front below the platform.

With a sneer twisting his lips, he stared disdainfully at Crown Prince Jinwu, who was receiving cheers on the platform.

For a moment, Zu An felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he was seeing that classic photo from his previous life: "Three Stripes and the Disdainful Emperor."

It seemed the Second Prince indeed harbored rebellious intentions. However, Crown Prince Jinwu would soon ascend as the new Demon Emperor, so what could the Second Prince do, no matter how unwilling he was?

Beside the Second Prince stood three other individuals in yellow robes, all significantly younger than him. These were presumably the Third and Fourth Princes.

The youngest of them, appearing only six or seven years old, had delicate features like a porcelain doll but tried to project a mature demeanor. He gazed up at the Demon Emperor and the Little Demon Empress on the platform, his face showing reverence and longing.

This, of course, was the Little Prince, the Little Demon Empress's biological son.

Zu An secretly nodded. No wonder the Little Demon Empress had other intentions. Her son was simply too young, and she herself was still very young. If the Crown Prince ascended as the new Demon Emperor, their mother and son's situation would indeed become incredibly awkward.

However, with the Little Prince being so young, how could she possibly force his enthronement?

In the front row, besides these princes, stood a group of imposing figures who were clearly the influential ministers of the Demon Race's imperial court.

The one next to the Little Golden Roc King, dressed in colorful attire, was likely the Peacock King. Indeed, he was very handsome, no wonder he could father a beautiful daughter like Kong Nanwu.

Furthermore, the Elf King was not present; his daughter, Princess Xue, attended in his stead.

At this moment, Qiao Xueying occasionally glanced in their direction. Her gaze met Zu An's, and her previously anxious expression instantly relaxed.

After several days apart, both had been worried about the other. Now, finally confirming each other's safety, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The two continued to gaze at each other intently, as if there was too much longing they wanted to express.

On the elevated platform, the Little Demon Empress, being privy to certain information, had been secretly observing Qiao Xueying. Upon witnessing this scene, a playful expression appeared on her face. "What a pair of lovesick souls," she thought. She had initially been somewhat concerned her plan wouldn't succeed, but now it seemed she had gained more confidence.