The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Di Yin looked gloomy and spoke in a low voice: "That war brought indelible pain to both tribes. I know that no amount of apologies can make up for the suffering that the Ghost Tribe has suffered.

But dwelling on hatred will only lead to deeper suffering for both ethnic groups. Now, we have the opportunity to end this vicious cycle and rebuild peace. Why not give it a try? "

Liu Rangchen stepped forward and poked his chest with his finger: "Di Yin, you must have been possessed by a ghost! I tell you, it's wishful thinking! My Ghost Clan once had a population of more than 8 million, but now there are only me and my master left. This blood feud is unforgettable!

If you don't take the initiative to restore the status of the Ghost Clan, fine! We don't care. One day, my master and I will definitely take revenge, kill all of you Shura Clan, and then create a world that belongs to our Ghost Clan!"

After saying that, he turned around abruptly with resolute steps, not wanting to listen to any more nonsense from Di Yin.

Upon seeing this, Di Yin hurriedly called out, "Wait a minute, you little bastard..."

Just as he was about to catch up, he saw Liu Rangchen suddenly stop, slowly turn around, and stare at him coldly:

"What? You want to rob a man? I warn you, don't act recklessly just because you have a higher level of cultivation than me. If you dare to touch me, I will castrate you immediately!"

The corner of Di Yin's mouth twitched slightly, "You little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about. I just want to ask, are you going to look for Cang Yuan now?"

"What? It's not enough to rob me, but you also want to take advantage of my master? Ha!" Liu Rangchen sneered, his eyes full of vigilance, "I tell you, don't even think about it."

Di Yin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No. I plan to go with you and have a good talk with Cang Yuan. Maybe after so many years, his mind has changed."

"Bullshit!" Liu Rangchen shouted angrily, his eyes wide open. "You Shura clan are ambitious. Do you think everyone is as greedy as you and only cares about power? The master is upright and would rather die than kowtow to the enemy!"

Di Yin sighed helplessly, "This is just your personal opinion. Cang Yuan may not think so. I sincerely hope to resolve the hatred between the two tribes. After reconciliation, the two tribes can also marry each other."

Liu Rangchen was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed across his face: "Marriage?"

"Yes, if you marry me, I will let you be my Demon Queen. Or if you want to be a general, you can fight in the battlefield during the day and be my Demon Queen at night. This way, you won't be delayed in either direction."

Di Yin stared at Liu Rangchen with burning eyes, "Little bastard, am I right?"

Liu Rangchen's expression froze for a moment. After a moment, he suddenly threw a punch, hitting Di Yin hard in the face, and roared, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Ow—!"

Di Yin covered his nose and staggered back two steps: "Little bastard, you and I have been sleeping in the same bed every day for a long time. What's the difference between this and being husband and wife?"

Liu Rangchen's face instantly turned red. "Get out! Get out of here! How dare you, you old bastard, to have ideas about this general! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Di Yin was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I won't mention it anymore, let's change the subject. Just let me go with you to find Cang Yuan and explain the whole matter to him in detail. Is that okay?"

Liu Rangchen cursed a few times with gnashing teeth, but he was ultimately defeated and walked forward angrily. Di Yin smiled triumphantly and followed closely behind him like a follower.

Not long after, the two arrived at Cang Yuan's residence.

Cang Yuan sat upright in the main seat, his expression grim, "Little beast, do you still have the guts to appear before this king?"

Di Yin was extremely thick-skinned and didn't care about Cang Yuan's attitude at all. Seeing that no one offered him a seat, he found a bench and sat down carelessly, saying with a smile:

"I have the audacity to disturb the Ghost King's meditation today. I hope the Ghost King will forgive me."

Liu Rangchen sat aside, his lips tightly pursed into a line, his eyes full of worry and anger.

Cang Yuan said indifferently: "Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want to say."

Di Yin's expression straightened, and he slowly said, "The grudge between our two races has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the lives of the people have been devastated. I think it's time to put an end to it. As the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, I shoulder the responsibility of maintaining the stable development of all races.

As long as the Ghost King is willing to submit to my Shura Clan, I will immediately order the restoration of your status as Ghost King and grant the Ghost Clan unprecedented preferential treatment."

"Ha!" Cang Yuan sneered, "You little bastard, you are really good at sweet talk! Aren't you just trying to win over the king and consolidate your rule?"

Di Yin was not in a hurry. "Since Ghost King understands my intention, it will be easy. As long as you agree to submit to the Shura Clan, I will satisfy you with everything you want."

Cang Yuan sneered again, "Do you really think that a few promises of yours can make this king willingly submit? You are just a cunning and hypocritical villain, how can you be worthy of negotiating terms with this king!"

Di Yin's smile remained. "Ghost King, even though only you and Rang Chen are left in the Ghost Clan now, the spark of revival still exists. I am willing to use all the resources of the Shura Clan to help you find the orphans of the Ghost Clan scattered across the world and rebuild the Ghost Clan. In the future, the two clans will trade and share cultivation resources. Within a hundred years, the Ghost Clan will be able to return to the peak of the Demon Realm."

Cang Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Di Yin: "Little beast, don't use these empty words to perfunctory this king. Back then, in order to expand the territory of the Shura tribe, you raided my Ghost tribe, causing the deaths of more than 8 million people of my tribe. Now only Rang Chen and I are left. You have committed such a sin, how can it be wiped out with a few promises?"

Di Yin looked solemn and nodded, “Ghost King, I know that words cannot make up for the pain of the Ghost Clan, but I am determined to atone for my past mistakes.

I will immediately dispatch the Shura tribe's most elite search teams to various places to search for the orphans of the Ghost tribe. At the same time, I will open up the Shura tribe's secret cultivation realm to cultivate new forces for the Ghost tribe."

"Hmph, your promise is like a mirage in the demon world, seemingly beautiful but actually illusory." Cang Yuan leaned back in his chair. "As the Demon Lord, you are always scheming. Who can guarantee that you won't repeat the same old tricks? Maybe you are talking nicely now, but you will turn around and kill all the ghosts."

Di Yin raised his hand: "Ghost King, I swear on my character that this will never happen again. If our two tribes join forces, we can not only resist foreign enemies, but also continue the bloodline of your ghost tribe. This is the best choice at the moment."

Cang Yuan's eyes were like torches: "Do you think that this king will easily believe your one-sided words? Unless you give up your own cultivation and repay the wronged souls of my clan with your life, otherwise, the grudge between the Ghost Clan and the Shura Clan will never be resolved."

Di Yin looked directly at Cang Yuan: "Ghost King, I understand your position. But at this moment, I want to be responsible for the future of the two clans more than my own life and death.

Abandoning your own cultivation will only put the two tribes in greater danger and give other forces an opportunity to take advantage. I beg the Ghost King to reconsider for the future of the Ghost Tribe."