Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"Did Crimson Blood really die at the hands of a demon general?"

In the empty hall, a deep voice echoed, resounding like the sound of metal and stone, faintly revealing a hint of anger.

Seated at the head of the table was a middle-aged man with black hair. His lean body was straight as a sword, and his iron-gray outfit exuded a tough aura. He had an aquiline nose and deep-set eyes, and his gaze was sharp as a sword, seemingly able to pierce through people's hearts.

He is the Iron-Winged Demon General who rules over a vast area of ​​millions of miles and has hundreds of demon generals serving him.

Behind him stood two stunningly beautiful maids, their figures graceful, their sleeves flowing like light gauze, and their faces adorned with gentle smiles that were like a spring breeze. They were clearly human women, though their eyes were somewhat dull, which diminished their beauty.

The main hall's dome soared high, adorned with precious luminous pearls, casting a soft glow like a sky full of stars.

Around the main hall, there are many bright brass lamps and candles, as new as ever.

The lamps were lit with the oil of a level seven whale demon, burning eternally and illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

If it weren't for the giant red-haired rat lying in front of the black-haired middle-aged man, no one would be able to tell that this was actually the cave of the Iron-Winged Demon General, rather than the mountain gate of some sect in the spirit world.

As Ironwing Demon General finished speaking, a faint pressure emanated from him, causing the giant red-haired rat to press itself tightly to the ground, not daring to raise its head, and its long tail to be tucked under its body.

Beside the giant red-haired rat lay a sandy-yellow python, which was over ten zhang long.

But now it is tightly coiled up, its head sticking out and pressed against the ground, gently flicking its tongue.

Its cold, vertical pupils strained to convey respect, as if afraid that the Iron-Winged Demon General might perceive any disrespect in its eyes.

Beside the two unformed demonic beasts stood a young man with black hair, an aquiline nose, deep-set eyes, and a straight posture, giving him a sharp look. He even bore a resemblance to the Iron-Winged Demon General.

But at this moment, he lowered his head, his expression respectful, suppressing his tough and sharp temperament to the lowest level.

The two maids behind him also involuntarily bent down, trying their best to resist the pressure. Their auras were exposed, and each of them had the cultivation of the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the lower realms, such cultivation would be enough to establish a sect or a medium-sized sect or immortal cultivation family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But here, they could only become the two personal maids of the Iron-Winged Demon General, and their souls were sealed with a divine restriction, leaving them with no dignity whatsoever.

However, when the Iron-Winged Demon General unleashed his fury, the pressure emanating from his fluctuating aura forced them to exert all their strength to resist.

As a level seven demonic beast, the red-haired giant rat's physical body was far stronger than that of the two maids, and it was barely able to withstand this pressure.

A few tears fell from its pale yellow eyes, and a hint of grievance and sadness could be seen on its ferocious rat face.

It said in a shrill voice, "It's absolutely true! Commander, that demon commander came knocking on our door and, without saying a word, killed a level seven horned wolf."

"When my clan's elder asked a question, he was also killed."

"The clan chief personally came forward to apologize to him, even invoking the name of the Great General, but the demon general wouldn't listen and killed the clan chief directly!"

The red-haired giant rat's shrill voice was filled with grief and indignation, making it sound even sharper: "Ever since the clan chief was granted the Crimson Blood Gobi by General Meng, he has never fought with any other demon generals and has always stayed in his cave to cultivate."

"This demon general came straight to our door and slaughtered everyone. The clan chief invoked the general's name, but the demon general ignored him. He clearly doesn't respect the general at all!"

Iron-Winged Demon General's expression grew even uglier. He looked at the giant, sand-yellow python coiled up in a ball and coldly asked, "Is what it said true?"

The sand-yellow python trembled slightly, flicking its tongue, and said cautiously, "General, you are wise. Lord Chi Xue did indeed... did indeed mention your name and beg that demon general to show mercy, but he completely ignored it."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at the giant red-haired rat beside him, feeling quite flustered, but fortunately, his cold, vertical pupils concealed his true feelings, and no one noticed.

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Iron-Winged Demon General slammed his hand on the armrest beside him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He said coldly, "This is outrageous! How dare you trespass into my territory and kill my demon generals? You show no respect for me whatsoever! Do you even know what that demon general looks like?"

The giant red-haired rat quickly replied, "I've got it!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the Iron-Winged Demon General to give any instructions, the black-haired young man next to him flipped his hand and took out a jade slip, threw it in front of him, and said indifferently: "Leave the portrait of that demon general in the jade slip!"

The giant red-haired rat had been following the Crimson Blood Demon General for a long time and had learned how to use its divine sense. It immediately probed into the jade slip and left a portrait. It took a full quarter of an hour before it retrieved the image.

It looked at the black-haired young man, put its two front paws together in a fist-and-palm gesture, and said carefully, "Reporting to the Demon General, I have already carved the portrait of that Demon Commander."

Although the Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm are mortal enemies, the demon race has already learned most of the methods of human cultivators, including their etiquette.

The black-haired young man nodded almost imperceptibly, then said to the sand-yellow python, "Take a look and see if there are any errors in the portrait."

"Yes."

The giant, sand-yellow python flicked its tongue, a wisp of its divine sense probing into the jade slip.

Among all the level seven demonic beasts that escaped from the Crimson Blood Gobi, these two were the most powerful and could already speak demonic language.

That's why he traveled hundreds of thousands of miles to reach the Ironwing Cave, pleading with the Ironwing Demon Commander to avenge the Crimson Blood Demon General, and he had already mastered the use of his divine sense.

It glanced at it and immediately shook its head up and down: "That's what the demon general looks like!"

The black-haired young man then put away the jade slip and presented it to the Iron-Winged Demon General with both hands: "Please take a look, General."

Iron-Winged Demon General raised his hand and snatched the jade slip into his hand. He probed it with his divine sense and said coldly, "He looks quite young, with a burly build and a pair of black wings on his back. It seems he is also a kind of avian demon..."

He raised his head, looked at the upright young man, and ordered, "Immediately dispatch ten demon generals to find out the whereabouts of this demon commander within a month!"

The black-haired young man clasped his hands in a fist and bowed: "Yes!"

Upon seeing this, the giant red-haired rat quickly spoke up: "General, there's no need to search for that demon general's whereabouts anymore. After killing the clan leader, he stayed in Crimson Blood Mountain and occupied the clan leader's cave!"

Iron-Winged Demon General narrowed his eyes: "Oh? How did you know?"

The red-haired giant rat's shrill voice was filled with grief and indignation: "When I escaped from Crimson Blood Mountain, I was in too much of a hurry. I was worried that after that demon general left, the clan's treasures would be stolen by other low-level demon beasts. I couldn't rest easy, so I secretly sneaked back."

"As a result, once we were within a hundred miles of Crimson Blood Mountain, we could feel the aura of that demon general, which made it hard for me to breathe."

"I thought I was going to die, so I hurriedly ran away, but the demon general didn't chase after me."

"I was really unwilling to give up, so I sneaked back again. But the closer I got to Crimson Blood Mountain, the stronger the pressure became."

"Only now do I realize that the demon general has stayed in Crimson Blood Mountain, occupied the clan leader's cave, and dared not approach again. He turned around and fled, and hurriedly came to report to the general."

"That demon general killed the clan leader and even occupied the clan leader's cave. He's trying to seize the general's territory!"

Although the Crimson Blood Demon General was a wild demon, after transforming into human form, he established the Crimson Blood Rat Clan.

This giant red-haired rat is the second elder of the Crimson Blood Rat clan. It has followed the Crimson Blood Demon General for hundreds of years and has even learned most of his eloquence.

As he spoke, his words were clear and coherent, filled with profound grief, and incredibly moving, far surpassing those of an ordinary level-seven demon beast.

Iron-Winged Demon General said, word by word, "Very well, very well! You may all step back for now."

"We take our leave." The red-haired giant rat and the sand-yellow giant python quickly prostrated themselves on the ground to show their respect.

The black-haired young man hesitated for a moment, then said to the two demonic beasts, "You two return the way you came, and do not wander off." The two demonic beasts quickly agreed. Seeing this, the Iron-Winged Demon General waved to a maid behind him, "Give them to the Iron-Winged Demon General and find two empty cave dwellings to settle them in."

"Yes, ma'am." The maid bowed gracefully and responded softly.

She gracefully stepped down and smiled at the two demonic beasts, saying, "Please follow me, you two."

After saying this, the maid walked out of the main hall, her steps graceful and elegant.

The two demonic beasts had not yet transformed into human form and were unaware of the beauty of the human woman. Their eyes, filled with awe and respect, held no wicked thoughts as they looked at the maid. They quickly followed her.

Although the maid was merely a human slave beside the Iron-Winged Demon General, she was still a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages, and was definitely not someone they could afford to offend.

After the maid and the two demonic beasts left the main hall, the Iron-Winged Demon General looked at the black-haired young man and said in a deep voice, "What else do you want?"

The black-haired young man was named Tie Yu, a high-ranking demon general in the Iron Eagle clan, and was highly favored by the Iron Wing Demon Commander.

If this matter hadn't involved another demon general, he wouldn't have personally stepped forward to lure these two level-seven demon beasts to the Iron Wing Demon General.

Tie Yu clasped his hands in a bow and said in a deep voice, "Clan leader, the Crimson Blood Desert may be considered fertile in the eyes of the demon general, but to the demon commander, it is just a barren wasteland."

"That demon general killed Chi Xue for no reason and then occupied its cave. There are many suspicious things going on."

"This Crimson Blood Rat clearly wants revenge for Crimson Blood. Its words are quite provocative, and there may be other hidden motives. Commander, you must be careful."

The area spanning millions of miles has always been ruled by the Iron Eagle Clan, and the Iron Wing Demon General is also the current patriarch of the Iron Eagle Clan.

In front of other demonic beasts, the Iron Eagle Clan refers to the Iron Wing Demon General as the Great Commander, but in private they address him as the Clan Chief.

Ironwing Demon General coldly said, "How could I not know that the Crimson Blood Gobi Desert is not worth a demon general's stay?"

"But whatever the reason, since this person killed Chi Xue and occupied his cave, he is provoking me."

"This man did not issue a challenge, yet he bullied the weak, killed my general, and occupied my territory. He has gone too far."

"If I remain indifferent and allow them to attack my other demon generals, and this gets out, how should I face myself?"

"Are you suggesting we ask the Thunder Mountain Demon King to make the decision? This general can't afford to lose face like that!"

A hint of worry flashed in Tie Yu's eyes: "But this demon general has an unfamiliar appearance and an unknown origin. He is definitely not under the command of the Thunder Mountain Demon King. If he has some kind of conspiracy..."

Iron-Winged Demon General sneered: "This person has already bullied the weak by taking advantage of his strength. If he dares to set up an ambush to kill me, he will not only offend me, but also disregard the rules set by the Great Sages."

"At that time, not only the Thunder Mountain Demon King, but even the Blood Tooth Demon Saint will be alarmed."

"What merit do I have to deserve being treated like this? You don't need to worry."

"I will personally make a trip to the Crimson Blood Desert. You should tell the Grand Elder about this matter and the portrait of that demon general."

"If I am truly in trouble, I will send the Grand Elder to the Thunder Mountain Cave. The Thunder Mountain Demon King will take care of me."

Tie Yu finally stopped trying to dissuade him. He knew that no matter how strange the matter was, Tie Yi Yao Shuai had to take action.

Otherwise, if they were forced to lose face by a strange demon general and their reputation for weakness spread, they would surely be besieged by the surrounding demon generals, and the Iron Eagle Clan would face annihilation.

Tie Yu turned and left, but Tie Yi Yao Shuai did not move immediately. He sat quietly in the main seat, with a maid standing beside him, her head slightly bowed, her face seemingly forever gentle and docile.

The image of the Black-Winged Demon General appeared in the Iron-Winged Demon General's mind, and his expression slowly darkened.

The demon race is inherently a dog-eat-dog world, and the rules of offerings set by the Great Sages have only exacerbated the constant strife in the Demon Realm. Demon generals live in constant fear, and even demon commanders cannot remain uninvolved.

If he makes a single wrong step, the Iron Eagle Clan, which is incomparably powerful in the eyes of those demon generals, will be wiped out in an instant.

Only by advancing to the rank of Demon King can one truly settle down, transforming from a pawn into a player, ruling over a vast territory spanning billions of miles, and no longer worrying about being attacked at any time.

However, the Iron Eagle Clan is not of royal blood, and it is already extremely fortunate that several demon generals have emerged in succession to control this million-mile territory.

Ironwing Demon General has cultivated for over 20,000 years, but he is only a mid-level Demon General, and it is still a long way from becoming a high-level Demon General.

Over the long years, he had no shortage of cultivation pills and had already cultivated to the peak of the mid-level demon general.

However, his physical body has not yet broken through, and is even lagging behind his cultivation level.

The entire demon race in the Burning Demon Realm needs to temper their physical bodies, and tempering elixirs are extremely precious, truly treasures.

Ironwing Demon General has participated in four inter-realm wars, each time narrowly escaping death. He has used his battle merits to exchange for body-tempering spiritual items, but he has never been able to break through the bottleneck of high-level demon general.

The next great war between the two worlds is not far off, and more than four thousand years have passed since he last participated in the war.

This time, the Thunder Mountain Demon King must participate in the battle.

Even the Iron-Winged Demon General, as a demon general under the Thunder Mountain Demon King, could not escape.

Therefore, he deliberately avoided fighting with other demon generals and has not started a major battle for a long time.

The other demon generals under the Thunder Mountain Demon King were also preparing for the war between the two realms, and the Thunder Mountain Cave was peaceful for hundreds of years.

But now a mysterious demon general has appeared in the territory of the Iron Wing Demon General, killed the Crimson Blood Demon General, and seized his cave.

Iron-Winged Demon General naturally didn't care about the life or death of Crimson Blood Demon General, but he couldn't let Black-Winged Demon General run rampant.

Before the great war between the two realms, the demon generals under the Thunder Mountain Demon King would certainly not mind annexing his territory to strengthen their own power.

Ironwing Demon General had no doubt about the ruthlessness of those demon generals. Although they all served the Thunder Mountain Demon King, if he showed the slightest weakness, he would be attacked by them all.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King wouldn't care about the life or death of one of his demon generals, just as the Iron Wing Demon General wouldn't interfere in the battles among his demon generals.

Only the strongest demon general can win his favor.

The rules of the Demon Realm are cruel, but Iron Wing Demon General can understand why the Great Sages set such rules that are like raising poisonous insects.

The war between the two realms was a hundred times more brutal than the struggle between the demon races.

A ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Iron-Winged Demon General. He suddenly pulled the maid beside him into his arms, roughly ripped open her clothes, and revealed a beautiful body.

A series of lewd sounds came from the main hall. Half an hour later, the Iron-Winged Demon General walked out of the main hall, soared into the sky, and fled into the distance.

After a while, the maid slowly walked out of the hall, her clothes disheveled, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, her body trembling, and her legs unsteady.

Her exposed arms and legs were covered with bruises and scars.

The Demon General's physical body was too powerful; even a late-stage Core Formation cultivator could barely withstand his attacks. (End of Chapter)