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

After a while, his expression returned to normal and many doubts in his mind were resolved.

No wonder the identity of the Saint was not announced when the Demon King was still around.

Many years ago, the devil returned to Youhuang Palace and ordered a banquet to be held for three days and three nights. It was at the banquet that he announced that he had been married in the human world.

But no matter how everyone asked, the Demon King never revealed who the mysterious Demon Queen was.

It turns out that the Demon Queen is not from the demon world.

Judging from the saint's appearance, her mother is most likely a human woman.

All previous demon kings were pure-blooded demons, and once the identity of the saint is announced to the public, it will definitely cause an uproar.

After a brief shock, Alan's heart was filled with ripples, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Why did the Saint tell me everything? Aren't you afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted arbitrarily: "Don't be afraid."

She supported her head with one hand and looked at Alan Wangsu with a smile, "I believe you."

Alan Wangsu's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head to drink tea.

When I put down the teacup, I had already made up my mind.

"It doesn't matter whether the Saint is a pure demon. What matters is that you are the daughter of the Demon King. What matters is whether you can win the hearts of the demons."

Alan Wangsu raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips, solemn and indifferent.

"Wang Su's promise has never changed."

Ren Yi raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Only you and Baichuan Menghu know about this matter, and I only trust you two."

"Yes."

It was dawn when Alan Wangsu returned.

Star Hammer took his dewy robe and muttered softly:

"The Saint doesn't know how to feel sorry for the prince. He has been going through so much trouble for so long. What if he gets too tired?..."

Alan Wangsu shook his head, "Nothing happened between the Saint and me."

Star Hammer was shocked, "What, nothing happened?"

Then, his face changed drastically: "The Saint chose the Crown Prince, but did not bless him. If others knew about this, they would laugh at him!"

Alan Wangsu frowned slightly, "Those are not a big deal, but if I don't improve my cultivation, they might doubt the Saint."

Xing Hammer felt very aggrieved: "You are still worried about her, worry about yourself first."

Alan Wangsu walked to the table and sat down, then reached out and pressed his knee.

He turned to Xing Hammer and said, "Go and get the Wenyang Pill."

Xing Hammer was shocked and shook his head left and right while holding his robe.

"The Wenyang Pill is extremely harmful to the body. Even when we were in Sanjie Mountain, you never thought of using it. How can you use it now..."

Seeing that Alan Wangsu was unmoved, Xing Hammer did not dare to disobey and walked out reluctantly.

"You are going to repay the Saint's kindness with your life..."

Alan Wangsu sighed softly, his voice barely audible:

"A favor..."

Early in the morning, Xingchui helped Alan Wangsu walk out of the side hall.

Looking up at Alan Wangsu’s pale face, I felt heartbroken.

“Sir, this Wenyang Pill will temporarily improve your cultivation and restore your legs to walking.”

"But it will constantly stimulate your magic veins, making every step you take feel like you are walking on the edge of a knife."

His eyes were slightly moist, "Is this really worth it?"

Alan Wangsu frowned, "Don't forget the oath you made last night."

Xing Hammer lowered his head, his eyes sore, "Don't worry, my lord, I will keep this matter to myself."

As he was speaking, Ren Yi, followed by a large group of maids and guards, also walked into the garden in front of the side hall.

The garden connects the main hall and the side hall, and there is an exit facing the road leading to the meeting hall.

Every time you go to the meeting hall, you have to pass by here.

Seeing Ren Yi approaching, a warm smile reappeared on Alan Wangsu's face.

Random looked him up and down, "Your legs?"

Alan Wangsu smiled brightly, "He was almost fully recovered before, and he has been recuperating during this period. He has recovered and doesn't need to use a wheelchair anymore."

Ren Yi looked at him deeply with a sad look in her eyes, but did not say anything.

"The Saint is indeed extraordinary. In just one night, Prince Alan can walk as fast as the wind."

Twenty or thirty men came in a mighty procession along the avenue towards the meeting hall.

The leading man stared at Alan Wangsu with his eyes, and when he looked at Ren Yi, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Park Hee followed these men over but didn't say a word.

Just wait and watch the show.

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Ahem, who are you?"

The man became even more furious, "Saint Lady is really forgetful. In just one night, you have forgotten all about us?"

She walked up to the man and looked at his face carefully.

He is quite handsome.

Moreover, the men of the demon clan are generally strong and sturdy, although the man in front of him looks thin.

But his muscles are tight and his abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen through the wide open collar.

Ren Yi suddenly had an idea, "Oh, I remember now, you were the one who rushed to get into bed last night."

The man said angrily: "My grandfather is one of the seven great demon generals - the Lord of Broken Rock Palace! My father is the Lord of Fengcheng Family, and my mother is..."

Interrupt him arbitrarily, "The prelude is too long, just tell me what your name is?"

The man's eyes widened. "You don't even know my name??? I am the next head of the Fengcheng family - Fengcheng Chu Yang!"

Renyi scratched his ears and said, "That's too hard to pronounce. I'll just call you Lamb."

Chu Yang was so angry that he was about to rush forward, but was stopped by several people behind him.

He cursed without restraint: "What kind of saint is this? Your face is as pale as a consumptive person. You don't have any cultivation at all. You look like you will die young!"

Ren Yi shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the next heir of Fengcheng Family is such a chatterbox."

"Don't be so complacent. Your identity has not been announced to the demon clan, and no clan leader of aristocratic family is willing to come and see you! You don't even have the qualifications to participate in the succession trial!"

"You don't know that the priest ceremony has already started for two days?"

"The Great Elder doesn't acknowledge you, and the High Priest doesn't even want to see you."

"The Demon King has never made your identity public. Your mother is definitely not the daughter of our demon family. And you grew up in the human world. What qualifications do you have to become a saint?"

"No one in the entire demon clan recognizes your identity. You are a joke!"

Alan Wangsu's brows sank, "How dare you!"

Park Qie, who was standing aside and watching all this silently, sneered.

Make a fuss, make a fuss.

Better to start a fight.

Although the cultivation base of these people is not high, they are all from prominent families and noble families.

If the Saint comes into conflict with them, it would be tantamount to declaring war on all the major families.

By then, they can kick this bitch out without any effort!

Ren Yi still smiled and even continued to provoke:

"Little Lamb, this Saint is the benefactor of the entire Silver Snow City. This is the best proof. As for the trial, this Saint does not even bother to participate."

Chu Yang's face turned as red as liver and he stuttered when he spoke.

"How dare you, you, you despise the succession trial?! The succession trial is a life-or-death struggle, and all the previous demon kings have been..."

He interrupted Chu Yang arbitrarily, "Have you ever seen blood? Have you ever been on a battlefield? That's the truly dangerous place. What kind of trial can surpass the cruel battlefield?"

She raised her chin, her eyes full of contempt:

"With your talent, I'm afraid you will never be able to go to the battlefield in this life. I will just treat it as you farting, and it stinks."

She covered her nose with her hands and fanned herself hard.

It seems like there is really something bad smelling.

When Park Qie heard Ren Yi's words, he felt something was wrong.

That’s not right. Why does this topic keep revolving around the succession trial?

But before he could taste the flavor, he heard Feng Cheng Chu Yang, who was almost fainted from anger, shouting:

"That's unreasonable!"

He has a noble status and is the center of attention wherever he goes.

But unfortunately he did not have a high talent, and no matter how hard he practiced, he could not break through the fourth level.

This was his Achilles' heel, so even though he didn't want to acknowledge the saint's identity, as long as the saint could improve his talent through blessing, he still endured everything and came.

Unexpectedly, he was despised.

And you said the succession trial was just a toy for children?!

He walked in front of Ren Yi, staring at him closely with his scarlet eyes.

"Do you dare to accept the trial?"

Ren Yi looked back at him without showing any weakness, "You have no right to control whether this Saint Girl participates in the trial or not."

"Hahahahahaha!" Chu Yang laughed loudly, "Look what this is!"

He pulled out a red Yama Order from his sleeve.

Then he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers at the people behind him.

The scarlet tokens lit up one by one.

The patterns on the Yama Order are either dragons or tigers, and no two are the same.

Only the glaring red color is surprisingly consistent.