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

Alan Wangsu cut the roasted meat into slices and placed them on several white porcelain plates.

Fatty Jiujiu grabbed the first plate and devoured it all, including the plate and the meat.

His big round eyes widened, "This is the most delicious meat I have ever eaten! Jio!"

Alan Miyi nodded repeatedly and did not forget to praise her brother while eating.

"My brother is not only talented and highly skilled, but also patient, meticulous and gentle in his treatment of others. Even his cooking skills are among the best in the entire Demon Realm!"

She looked at Ren Yi steadily, "Sister Ren, don't you agree?"

Alan Wangsu held the teapot and filled the empty cup in front of him to eight points. When he heard his sister's words that seemed to praise him to the sky, he pinched his forehead in discomfort.

Ren Yi was completely impressed by Alan Wangsu's cooking skills and nodded in approval.

"That's right, I think it's great too!"

She looked at Alan Wangsu and was about to compliment him a few more times, but she noticed that the tip of his ear was stained with a light red.

When meeting Ren Yi's gaze, he immediately said seriously:

"Saintess, now that you have passed the succession test and obtained the inheritance decree, the next step is to wait for two months to attend the Heavenly Demon Martial Arts Competition."

"By then, the entire demon clan will recognize your identity, and you can officially ascend the throne to become the Demon King."

There was a commotion outside.

Wu Ya ran in, wiping his sweat, and yelled, "A fight has started! A fight has started! Huh?"

He stared at the barbecue in front of him with wide eyes, "Saint, you are so mean. You didn't even invite me to eat barbecue! I have been very busy these days. The whole Youhuang Palace..."

Alan interrupted his mumbling in time and asked, "What happened?"

Wu Ya came back to his senses and said anxiously: "Saintess, Chu Yang's parents have fought all the way from their home to Youhuang Palace, you should go out and take a look!"

Whenever I feel like doing something, I just walk out the door.

He took just two steps before turning back and grabbing the candied fruit jar on the table before walking out again.

Alan Wangsu lowered his head and laughed, then followed him out.

When they walked to the large square outside the Youhuang Palace, there were already a lot of people surrounding it in three layers.

Seeing Ren Yi, the crowd automatically split into two groups and saluted Ren Yi:

"See Saint."

He waved his hand casually and walked to the front of the crowd.

Feng Chengliu Jun's furious voice was heard first.

"Stop messing around, let's go home and talk about it!"

Standing opposite Feng Chengliu Jun was Lan Yurou, the eldest daughter of the Lan Yu family.

She looked to be in her forties, and everything on her body, from her outer robe to her ritual implements and jewelry, was priceless.

Even the hilt of the sword in his hand was inlaid with densely packed gems.

Chu Yang stood beside his mother, saying nothing.

"Home? Bah! You took my family's treasures and occupied my family's Qianyuan Sea. All the troops in my family obey your orders. Is this how you treat me?!"

"I treat you as my spouse, but you treat me as a grudge!"

Feng Chengliu Jun's face turned pale.

Their Fengcheng family was weak and it was only in his generation that the family produced a cultivator with outstanding talent like him.

When I first became a Taoist couple with the eldest daughter of the Lanhai family, I don’t know how many people looked down on me from outsiders.

Everyone said that he relied on the power of his fellow Taoists, not that he had any real ability.

Until Chu Yang became a playboy in everyone's eyes.

In order to appease the family and calm his anger as a father, Lan Hairou asked him not to always focus on his son.

Time and again, he transferred the power and treasures of the Lanhai family to him.

Now that Lan Hairou is making such a fuss in public, it is tantamount to tearing off the fig leaf that he has been wearing all these years!

Lan Hairou bowed to Ren Yi from a distance:

"Saint Maiden! I came here today just to ask you for justice! I want you to make the decision for our Lanhai family!"

Ren Yi, who was suddenly called upon, blinked and said sternly, "I am impartial and selfless, and I will definitely judge the right and wrong for you."

When Feng Chengliu Jun heard Ren Yi's words, he immediately felt something was wrong.

Lan Hairou nodded and said loudly: "Bring the person up to me!"

The subordinates came up, escorting a beautiful woman and a fair-complexioned young man.

The beautiful woman was not wearing an outer robe, only a thin inner shirt.

The young man's body was covered with bruises, his mouth was crooked and drool was all over his face.

"You actually captured them!" Feng Chengliujun was furious, "Why don't you let them go!"

Lan Hairou sneered, "This lowly bitch, with her lowly cultivation, relies on her appearance to deceive others and even wants to harm my son. She should be beaten to death!"

Lan Hairou had already used the soul-searching technique on her just now.

It turns out that the method of sealing Chu Yang's demonic veins and letting him die slowly and naturally was proposed by this bitch!

All to make way for her own son!

His son took Chu Yang's cultivation resources and bound them to the Lanhai family's magic weapon. He even wanted to sneak attack Lan Yurou while she was practicing and make her go astray.

Lan Yurou walked up to the beautiful woman, grabbed her hair and slapped her hard several times.

"Stop! Stop!"

Feng Chengliujun watched his concubine being humiliated, and could no longer bear it, so he shouted to the guards behind him:

"Go and stop the lady!"

The guards behind him just responded in unison, and the next moment Baichuan Menghu fell to the ground from the air like a heavy hammer.

When he stood up, his pair of gleaming tiger eyes stared coldly at the guards.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in front of the Saint's Palace?"

Feng Chengliu Jun was furious: "Saint, what do you mean by this!"

"Hey, Master Fengcheng, this is your family affair, you can't let outsiders interfere."

She picked up a sweet and sour dried apricot with her fingers and said, "Don't worry, I will help you maintain order and will not let anyone disturb you. Just continue, continue."

Feng Chengliu Jun almost couldn't catch his breath.

It was all Lan Hairou’s fault, that damn bitch, for forcibly dragging him to Youhuang Palace to find some saint to take charge.

Now being watched by a large group of people is such a shame and humiliation!

Lan Hairou raised his long sword high and pointed it at the beautiful lady's chest.

Feng Chengliu Jun could no longer care about anything. He reached out and pulled the beautiful woman into his arms.

He suddenly struck out at Lan Hairou who was chasing him closely.

The palm hit Lan Hairou right in the chest, and she was so badly injured that blood spurted out of the corner of her mouth.

Chu Yang supported his mother's shaky body, "Mom! Mom, how are you!"

He raised his head and stared at Feng Cheng Liu Jun, "Feng Cheng Liu Jun, are you still a human being?"

The Fengcheng Liu army on the opposite side had already rescued his concubine and youngest son Yu'er.

Chu Yang's eyes were full of coldness, but Lan Hairou, who was supported by him, smiled coldly.

She was seen forming a seal with one hand, and everyone only heard a "puff" sound.

The beautiful lady's head was separated from her body, and the head that rolled out was frozen in the horror of the last moment.

At her neck, a thin line of light gold disappeared without a trace.

Feng Chengliujun subconsciously touched his waist.

This is his magic weapon, the Jade Gold Soul Silk. Why didn’t it come out on its own without following his command?

Lan Hairou formed seals with his palms again.

Feng Chengliu Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and he mobilized his magic power to open a spherical barrier to immediately cover his youngest son.

His eyes burned with rage and his fists clenched.

"You vicious woman! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

He has ruled Qianyuan Sea for more than ten years and has already replaced all the cultivators inside and outside Qianyuan Sea.

Now more than 80% of the Lanhai family’s resources are in his hands.

This vicious woman still wants to fight him?

Lan Hairou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

She stood up, looked in a random direction and said loudly:

"Saint, my Lanhai family is willing to hand over all the treasures in the family to Youhuang Palace and present them to Her Highness the Saint!"