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Perhaps the so-called request of the Ginger Guest, a person on the brink of death, carried that meaning as well.
But whether it was sincere or feigned, Wei Chen could not discern, leaving him in a foul mood, devoid of any joy that should have come from defeating a formidable opponent.
The Ginger Guest lay on the Arena, eyes wide open in death.
Truly, it was a senseless demise.
He had intended to use his impending death to request Wei Chen to make a move, allowing the higher-ups of the Dragon Clan to gain some experience. However, things did not go as planned; Wei Chen did not fall for the trap. Thus, he had to die, rendered utterly worthless. With Jiang Lingjian's personality, there was no way he would let him off.
After leaving the Arena, Wei Chen spoke to no one and flew alone to Shenzhou, locking himself in his room. Meanwhile, in the square, as everyone saw the Ginger Guest lying in a pool of blood, silence enveloped the crowd; not a sound was heard.
The esteemed Young Master of the Dragon Clan had died just like that?
It wasn't until the Dragon Clan members took the stage to carry away the Ginger Guest's body that people began to feel disbelief.
The once-mighty Young Master of the Dragon Clan, who had commanded respect and admiration from many, had perished so easily?
Unbelievable; no one dared to accept it.
Everyone in the square had anticipated that the Ginger Guest would lose, but even in defeat, it shouldn't have ended so simply with his death.
"Is the Ginger Guest really dead?"
"He can't be dead, right? The Dragon Clan will surely do everything they can to save him."
"It's difficult. Having lost to Wei Chen, the Ginger Guest is finished within the Dragon Clan. Don't forget how many Young Mistresses have been discarded by them over the years. Their Young Mistresses are nothing but jokes—just fleeting figures who are easily replaced."
"Surely the higher-ups of the Dragon Clan won't expend such effort to save the Ginger Guest; he is undoubtedly doomed."
Amidst the speculations of the crowd, the body of Ginger Guest was brought before Jiang Lingjian. Jiang Lingjian remained silent, coldly staring at Ginger Guest's lifeless form.
"Demon Emperor, Young Mistress is not completely dead yet; she can still be saved," Jiang Han quickly stepped forward, ready to administer aid.
Before he could reach Ginger Guest, a flying sword hovered ominously at his throat.
"Is it worth expending effort on such scum?"
Jiang Lingjian's voice was as chilling as that of a demon from hell.
Jiang Han immediately stepped back, not daring to take any further action. The high-ranking members of the Dragon Clan, even Ginger Guest's own father, could only watch quietly from the sidelines.
The Young Master of the Dragon Clan held some power, but more than that, there was immense danger! A moment's carelessness could lead to death. Jiang Lingjian was known for his ruthlessness; if he was dissatisfied with someone, he would eliminate them without hesitation. How many of his direct descendants had he already killed?
For the people of the Dragon Clan, Jiang Lingjian harbored a deep-seated anger. Within the Dragon Royal Family, any hint of discontent could result in bloodshed.
In the Dragon Clan, being near Jiang Lingjian was a true testament to the saying: "Being close to the ruler is like being close to a tiger!"
Jiang Lingjian let out a few cold laughs and waved his hand, obliterating Ginger Guest's body into ashes.
"Useless fellow, living is just a waste of resources!" Jiang Lingjian said coldly.
The people around fell silent, not daring to respond. Even Ginger Guest's father stood by helplessly watching his child turn to dust, tears unshed. In the Dragon Clan, such fates were all too common. Jiang Lingjian's hypocrisy towards outsiders and brutality towards those within was notorious!
He had been pushing for reforms to consolidate all power within the Dragon Clan into his hands. However, the people of the Dragon Clan had always held significant power; his reforms faced resistance and ignited internal strife among the Royal Family members.
Fortunately for him, there were many Royal Family members within the Dragon Clan; killing one would not end the cycle—he could continue for decades without exhausting his targets...
In the Black Magic Clan, there was only Wei Chen, a precious gem that one would fear to drop even while holding it carefully. Even within the Dark Demon Clan, there were only about a hundred members of the Royal Family, and such occurrences were rare. The Dark Demon Clan was characterized by its kindness towards its members but brutality towards the populace, maintaining a fierce grip on them.
In contrast, the Black Magic Clan fostered a harmonious atmosphere, where everything thrived.
It was precisely because of this positive environment that the Black Magic Clan could flourish; it was not without reason. The royal family focused on cultivation, producing generation after generation of strong individuals, while the ministers diligently assisted them. Even if occasional mistakes occurred, no one would lose their head over it.
If it were you, given the choice, which of the three Demon Emperors would you choose to serve under? The ability of the Black Magic Clan to attract talented individuals was not without cause. In such a favorable atmosphere, the Black Magic Clan grew stronger and stronger, while the people of the Dark Demon Clan complained bitterly and those of the Dragon Clan refused to obey orders. It was no wonder that the Black Magic Clan continued to thrive.
Jiang Lingjian coldly surveyed the room with a sneer on his face and said, "Send out the order to select a new Young Mistress on an auspicious day!"
Upon hearing this, the high-ranking officials of the Dragon Clan all nodded in agreement, but deep down they planned to keep their own talented juniors hidden away. What was this election for a Young Mistress? That worthless position brought no benefits and carried risks of death at any moment—who would want to take it?
...
After the conclusion of the Demon Arena, although the Dragon Clan emerged as the biggest winner, they suffered greatly due to Ginger Guest’s humiliating defeat, losing their reputation and becoming the biggest losers. Meanwhile, after this battle, Wei Chen rose to fame, becoming a well-known figure throughout the demon realm. The Black Magic Clan had promising successors, and Dark Mage returned to town with pride alongside his followers.
The four hundred talented juniors of the Black Magic Clan, although they did not achieve any remarkable results, were unconcerned; for them, it was enough that Wei Chen had won—everyone was happy. Most importantly, Wei Chen’s victory was spectacular; he didn’t rely on Mental Attack, but instead crushed both Dragon Clan and Ginger Guest with his terrifying swordsmanship from start to finish. The feeling was simply exhilarating.
“Demon Emperor, it seems that the Young Mistress is somewhat restless; she hasn’t come out since boarding the Warship,” reported Muen to Dark Mage.
Dark Mage smiled and said, “Let’s go see what’s troubling that miracle worker.”
The two arrived at Wei Chen’s room and pushed open the door to find him sitting cross-legged.
“Child, you defeated Ginger Guest. Why aren’t you happy?” asked Dark Mage with a gentle smile.
Opening his eyes, Wei Chen shook his head with a bitter expression and replied, “Grandfather, there’s nothing worth being happy about.”
"Why?"
"Before Ginger Guest died, he asked me to kill him with Mental Attack. He wanted to experience my Mental Attack."
Upon hearing this, Dark Mage's expression changed slightly. "Child, did you use it?"
"No." Wei Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I hesitated for a while about fulfilling the wish of a dying person, but in the end, I didn't. I don't know if what I did was right or wrong."
"What is wrong with that? Child, you did the right thing. Mental Attack is your trump card; how could you easily expose it to others? That Ginger Guest was not simple. After losing to you and knowing he was going to die, he still wanted to ask you to use Mental Attack, hoping that the people from the Dragon Clan would be on guard. Unfortunately, he still died in the end. The Dragon Clan didn't save him at all; reportedly, he was turned to ashes by Jiang Lingjian's palm strike. The Dragon Clan has already begun the selection for the next Young Mistress. The Young Mistress of the Dragon Clan is just a fleeting role; they are all merely Sacrifice."
"If you had used Mental Attack back then, perhaps the people from the Dragon Clan would have spared no effort to save him."
Dark Mage said as he reached out and patted Wei Chen on the head lightly. "Child, this matter has nothing to do with you. There’s no need to feel unhappy about it. You defeated Ginger Guest fairly and squarely; from now on in the demon realm, you are already well-known. This is a good thing for you."
Wei Chen shook his head. "Grandpa, it's not really a good thing. I don't want to stand out. In the future, walking around in the demon realm and being recognized instantly won't do me any good. I'd rather live a low-profile life than seek attention. It's just that circumstances have forced me into this position."
"Hehe, it's good that you understand. Grandpa has no expectations; once we return to the territory of the Black Magic Clan, you should rest well and not step out of our territory again. Within the territory of the Black Magic Clan, Grandpa can ensure your safety. If Jiang Lingjian becomes desperate and targets you, it would be troublesome. With your current strength, you still have no means of resisting against true experts."
Wei Chen nodded and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. I won't run around recklessly; I won't give anyone a chance to kill me. In the Soul World, there are still many women waiting for me to take them away."
Hearing Wei Chen's words, Dark Mage's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Child, you're more promising than us; the future of our Dark Magic Clan relies entirely on you."
What Dark Mage meant was not for Wei Chen to support the Dark Magic Clan, but rather for him to have many children... Being more capable than them wasn't about combat strength but rather about how many women one could have.
Wei Chen smiled wryly and said, "Grandpa, there's one thing I don't understand: in the demon realm, isn't it normal for men to have dozens of wives and concubines? Why does our Black Magic Clan have so few?"
"I've asked myself that question too. Aside from your grandmother, I can't accept anyone else; your father is the same—he only loved your mother throughout his life. Sigh, if it weren't for that, our Dark Magic Clan wouldn't have dwindled to this extent."
The Dark Mage's face revealed an expression that was hard to tell if it was one of self-reproach or pride. A devoted person does not need to waste too much thought on many women; they can focus their energy on governance and cultivation. Such individuals find it difficult not to become strong. Conversely, those who are fickle and indulgent will inevitably spend less time on serious matters, which will delay their progress and hinder their potential.
Of course, there are exceptions to this rule.
Wei Chen is a significant exception.
"Grandfather, when we return, let's not delay. We need to head to Soul Beast Mountain quickly; the situation there is quite complicated, and I have a bad feeling about it."
"I understand. If there really is a Beast Tide, all our efforts over the years will be in vain."
The Dark Mage's expression darkened. After chatting with Wei Chen for a while longer, he took Muen and left, urging Wei Chen to rest well.
Wei Chen thought for a moment before closing his eyes again.
"My strength is truly inadequate. At the Peak of Earth Soul Realm, I barely manage in the Soul World, but in the Demon Realm, it feels utterly insufficient. I must quickly refine my Time Martial Soul and cultivate my magical power; otherwise, if a large-scale war breaks out in the Demon Realm in the future, I won't even have the basic ability to protect myself."
Wei Chen deeply understood that the ordinary soldiers within the Demon Realm were all over a thousand years old, at their prime. In the Warrior Realm, they were all above level ten. Level ten is the mark of being a qualified soldier; without reaching that level, joining the army is nearly impossible.
It was easy to imagine that Wei Chen's strength would be utterly inadequate in the Demon Realm; he was merely at an average level. In this Demon Arena event, the strongest were only at level eighteen, which would be equivalent to a squad leader in the army—there were plenty of them around. However, due to their age and bright futures, they received attention.
The Warrior Realm was Wei Chen's weak point, and he did not want to delay any longer.
Through these days of contemplation, he had also developed his own understanding of the Time Martial Soul.
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