Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"It is said that Muraki of the Nichirin tribe was also involved."

The demon messenger continued.

"Muraki?" Minghun thought for a moment and knew it must be because of his younger brother.

"Tell me how they did it."

"Yes......"

The demon messenger briefly recounted what he knew.

From initially bribing Yinsha, to later luring Yege into the misty barrier of the mountains.

"It seems that Ye Ge is in grave danger this time..." Ming Hun narrowed his eyes.

Verona has many powerful dragon warriors under her command, and it is said that there is a level 10 dragon god mage in her family who worships the Mist God. The mist barrier was most likely cast by him.

Muraki is a martial saint of the Sun Wheel Clan, a genius that appears only once every thousand years, possessing combat power at the seventh level of the Soul Emperor Realm.

If the two of them joined forces, along with that sorcerer, no matter what kind of background Ye Ge had, it would probably be too late to save him!

"Very well." The Ghostly Soul sneered, "I was just wondering how to deal with Night Song. Since the two of them made the first move, it saves me the trouble! But afterwards, we also need to sever ties with Verona, lest the Light Alliance investigate and implicate us..."

“Um… sir, things might not be as you think…” The demon messenger suddenly interrupted him, saying, “Princess Verona and Muraki, they’ve been out of contact for over 12 hours!”

"Huh???" The Ghost Soul's pupils contracted slightly: "What did you say?? What about Night Song?"

The Demon Apostle: "Our informants saw that Night Song appeared outside the Royal Noble Manor Hotel tonight and has already returned to his residence. He looks like he's completely unharmed, without even a scratch."

Ghost: "You mean, Verona and Muraki have lost contact, while Night Song returned safely from the mist barrier???"

Demon Messenger: "Yes."

"..." The ghost suddenly felt a chill run down its spine.

"No way......"

......

Demon world.

Yege and Hongkou stood together at the base of the Demon Realm Tree.

Above them, beneath the towering canopy of the Demon Tree, the Darkin Sword Demon Ash was suspended.

Ash was fast asleep, his tall and strong body entwined with vines. The vines of the Demon Tree connected to his body like blood vessels, and faint light flickered along the demonic patterns on the surface of the vines, like phosphorescent lights flickering in the dark night.

The magic of the Demon Tree transformed into a surging undercurrent, continuously flowing into the body of the Darkin Sword Demon along these demonic vines.

His close-fitting armor, imbued with magic, regained its original dull metallic luster, and the crimson runes on it lit up one by one.

The giant sword sat idly to one side, its blade vibrating and humming as it sensed its master absorbing magic power. The serrated edge of the sword opened and closed, as if it too was eagerly craving to draw power.

Half of Verona's body was devoured by the Dark Star Reaper, and the other half was fed to the Demon Tree.

The flesh and blood of a Soul Emperor realm expert can definitely be transformed into highly valuable nutrients.

As a result, Night Song, who was part of the Demon Realm Tree, broke through again, advancing two levels to reach the third stage of the Apocalypse Realm.

Unfortunately, if Verona were a dark race, she could certainly convert even more.

“Ashu’s talent is extremely strong.” Hongkou placed her hands in front of her abdomen and said, “This time he absorbed the soul power of a Soul Emperor Realm expert, so his level will definitely evolve by a lot again.”

Ye Ge glanced at Hong Kou and smiled, "Don't you want to gain a portion of the power?"

Actually, Yege originally wanted to use the remaining energy to upgrade Hongkou.

But Hongkou refused.

Hongkou gently shook her head and said, "Axiu's talent is the best among our demon descendants. He will eliminate all obstacles for you. I am just a steward. A steward does not need such high combat power. It is enough for me to manage the demon realm for you."

Ye Ge thought for a moment: "Won't you get bored staying in the Demon Realm all the time? Don't you want to go out for a walk once in a while, like Ah Xue?"

A captivating smile graced Hongkou's mature and stunningly beautiful face: "I'm already very happy to serve the Demon Lord. Every day is fulfilling, how could I be bored? Besides, if I leave, who will manage the Demon Realm if something happens to it?"

Ye Ge remained silent, his gaze fixed on Hong Kou. He knew very well that although the demon girl in front of him appeared mature, charming, dignified, and noble, she was actually only eight years old, just five years older than Jiang Xue.

She's so young, yet she has to do so much for him every day.

Gee...

I'm such a scumbag father who exploits his daughter!

Ye Ge felt a slight pang of guilt for three seconds.

Hongkou felt a little embarrassed by Yege's gaze: "Why is the Demon Lord staring at me?"

"Is there a problem with me staring at my own daughter?" Ye Ge asked.

Hongkou's eyes widened slightly, then a faint blush rose to her cheeks: "Hmm..."

“Isn’t that right?” Ye Ge said, “Also, you’re not allowed to call me Demon Lord anymore.”

"Then... what should we shout?"

"What do you think? How did Ah Xue call out to her?"

"...Father...Father...?"

Hongkou called out softly and tentatively, glancing cautiously at Yege.

"That's more like it." Ye Ge raised her hand and playfully pinched Hong Kou's nose.

Hongkou stood there stunned for a while, then remembered what Jiangxue had said earlier. Looking at Yege's back, she hesitated for a long time before mustering up her courage and saying, "Then... Father, may I hug you?"

Ye Ge paused for a moment, then laughed and opened her arms: "Come on."

Hongkou walked forward shyly, her head lowered and cheeks flushed.

Ye Ge found it somewhat amusing. Despite her mature and elegant appearance, she was actually still a shy and timid little girl who was too embarrassed to even express her dependence on her father.

He simply took a step forward and embraced Hongkou.

"Mmm..." Hongkou nestled in Yege's arms, feeling her heart race.

Is this what my father smells like...?

Hongkou closed her eyes, inhaling the air with a touch of fascination, and then, unwilling to let go once she had embraced him.

at this time.

"Father!" Jiangxue's cheerful voice came over.