Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Seeing Baichuan Menghu and Kuangzhan's expressions change instantly, Pu Qie felt very relieved.

"Saint, you are new here, you don't know the tempers of the three elders."

"They are servants who have sworn to serve the legendary demon gods for life, and they value the demon traditions and beliefs."

"You didn't grow up in the demon clan. Not only are you unfamiliar with our demon clan, but you weren't even taught by the Demon King himself. What can the human clan's academy teach you?"

"Alchemy? Drawing talismans?" Pu Qie sneered, "The human race is the best at cheating and deceiving. You are the saint of our demon race, you can't learn from them."

Ren Yi stroked his chin and asked seriously, "Serving the Creator Demon God? The Creator Demon God is still alive?"

Baichuan Menghu: "Live in their hearts."

Ren Yi suddenly realized and asked again, "How to serve?"

Crazy War: "It's just that I don't use magic power, I fetch water to wipe the statue, and chant these things to the statue."

Random nodded, "That is indeed a servant."

Park Qie's face froze and his tone turned cold.

"Saint! This is the tradition of our demon clan. Even Prince Wan, the leader of the four kings, must abide by it!"

He pointed to the pile of scrolls and said:

"The elders said that you must first memorize the history of the demon tribe thoroughly before you can pass their test, otherwise they will not see you!"

Park Hee bowed to Ren Yi and left.

"I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I'll leave now."

Park Qie turned around, raised his head, and walked out slowly.

Baichuan Menghu's face was filled with anger: "These scrolls are made of magic jade. They look like a thin bundle, but each one contains hundreds of thousands of words. It would take memorizing them in half a year, let alone a month!"

Kuangzhan also looked worried.

"It seems that the three elders are also on Prince Wan's side. Without their support, the Saint Girl will not be able to start the trial."

For a saint who has not formally passed the trial, it will be useless even if she lives in Youhuang Palace for ten years.

Ren Yi leaned back on the chair and asked calmly, "What is the word you heard the most in the past few days since returning to Youhuang Palace?"

Baichuan Menghu and Kuangzhan looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Ren Yi chuckled, "It's the three words 'Prince Wan'."

Imitating the tone of those high-ranking guards and maids at will:

"This rule was set by Prince Wan, and I cannot change it."

"Prince Wan said that all the things of the human race are strange and lewd, so he sealed the library three years ago. Saint, please stop."

"Under this lake is imprisoned the spirit of Prince Wan who killed the monster. You cannot get close."

"Prince Wan said...Prince Wan did not allow it...Prince Wan decided..."

I casually raised the teacup in my hand and looked outside the door through the hot steam.

"In Youhuang Palace, Prince Wan is not here, but he is everywhere."

"No one, remember my father, the Demon King, anymore."

Her eyes were cold, but beneath her calm words lay a turbulent storm.

She remembered Mu Qiu, the casual cultivator who often came to see him with snacks and new toys.

At that time, she didn't understand why his eyes were always full of love and sadness when he looked at her.

Perhaps all of this will only be answered when she truly becomes the king of the two tribes and can meet the messenger of heaven again.

Baichuan Menghu's eyes were sore and he tried to hold back his tears before they fell.

When the Demon King first disappeared, the demons were still united. They spent three full years and almost turned the entire Three Realms upside down.

But there was no news about the Demon King.

It is clear that the devil flame belonging to the Demon King in the Holy Ancestor Temple has not been extinguished, but there is no clue at all.

The morale of the demons also gradually dispersed.

Does the devil know that they are all waiting for his return?

Kuang Zhan also fell silent, his eyes fell on the scroll.

"Do I really have to recite all of this before I can get the approval of the three elders?"

Ren Yi smiled faintly, "Let alone memorizing all these, even if I memorize all the books in the Demon Realm, they still won't be satisfied."

"Besides, I am the monarch and they are the subjects. How can a subject ask the monarch to do something?"

She put down the teacup, and the lid made a crisp sound when it was put on the cup.

"We can't just let them do what they want. We must take the initiative to break the deadlock."

"My little master, what are you going to do?"

"Did you two notice the clothes of those guards just now?"

Baichuan Menghu recalled carefully, but his mind went blank.

Kuang Jian thought about it and frowned slightly: "It seems that they have red silk wrapped around their waists."

The guards of Youhuang Palace would only wrap red silk around their waists during major celebrations and festivals.

Ren Yi smiled and said, "Go check it out."

Baichuan Menghu patted his chest and said, "I'll go!"

Yi Yi reached out to stop him, "We have to find someone they can't see."

Baichuan Menghu tilted his head and slowly turned to look behind him.

Kuangzhan seemed to understand as well, his eyes fell on the bookshelf behind Baichuan Menghu.

There is a soft futon under the bookshelf.

The miniature version of Fatty Jiujiu was rolling around with a ball of black hair, having a lot of fun.

The black ball of fur trembled inexplicably, as if it sensed the strange gaze behind it, and slowly turned its head.

"Meow?"

……

An hour later, Kuang Jian paced back and forth in the room anxiously.

"Saintess, do you think Cancan is injured? Will he be discovered by others?"

Baichuan Menghu was dizzy from his walking back and forth, so he simply covered his eyes.

"The Scarlet Flame Golden Crystal Lion is now a spirit, and outsiders cannot see it at all! And it is connected to your soul, can't you feel if it is dangerous?"

Kuang Jian scratched his head, "You don't have a tamed beast, so you don't understand my heart!"

Baichuan Menghu's face froze and he subconsciously touched his ears.

"Meow~"

Cancan jumped lightly onto the windowsill from outside, and his four little paws walked gracefully on the narrow window edge.

It raised its head and meowed a few times at Kuangjian.

Kuang Jian rushed over and picked it up like a baby.

"Cancan, are you hungry? Are you cold?"

Meng Hu's mouth twitched, "Can a spirit be hungry and cold?"

Kuang Jian asked again: "What did you find out?"

"Meow meow meow! Meow meow..."

Baichuan Menghu: "Why is the Red Flame Golden Crystal Lion so cat-like?"

Kuang Jian ignored Baichuan Menghu and said directly to Ren Yi: "Saintess, it turns out that the priest ceremony that takes place every three years has begun."

Baichuan Menghu's face suddenly darkened, "Only the Demon King or the legitimate heir can participate in the priest ceremony, how could they hide it from us!"

Kuang Jian also frowned.

"The priest ceremony started yesterday. All the major families and demon sects have come. They are clearly ignoring us."

Baichuan Menghu walked up to Ren Yi and said, "Young Master! They are going too far! Let's fight our way out together now. Even if we die, we can't let them look down on you."

Kuang Jian didn't say anything, but subconsciously summoned his spear.

I walked to the window casually. The night outside was dark, the cold wind was howling, and large snowflakes were falling.

“Now they’ll be very happy whether we go or not.”

If they don't go, it will be a good opportunity to tell everyone that it doesn't matter whether she, the saint, returns to Youhuang Palace or not.

If they go ahead and break in, all the elders of the aristocratic families and the demon sect will think she is rude and impolite, and may even be attacked by everyone.

Baichuan Menghu slapped his head and said, "Then we can also use the bone shrinking technique to change our appearance and sneak in!"

Reach out your hand and catch a snowflake, watching it slowly melt in your palm.

"Even if Park Hee didn't interfere, those noble families would still look down on me as a saint. Even if we sneak in, they would turn a blind eye."

Baichuan Menghu was completely at a loss, "What a bunch of villains!"

The snowflakes in my palm were only cold, so I withdrew my hand and closed the window.

"It's too easy to just stop me from going to the Priest Ceremony. They must have other plans tonight."

"You all go back and rest tonight. You don't have to watch over me."