After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Mo Shan'an glanced smugly at the woman beside him, then scurried up to the main seat, looking down at Yu Ji, whose face was grim.

"Brother Shitian, I..."

"Father, who is she?"

Mo Shan'an, sitting in the center, interrupted the woman who wanted to speak, and innocently looked at the thoughtful man beside her.

"Don't you know that children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking?"

Yu Ji clenched her fists. How dare this bastard who appeared out of nowhere interrupt her?

Mo Shitian narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who spoke, his eyes filled with coldness as he said, "What business does the Feather Clan have with us today? I remember that Yu Lieping did not agree to your association with the Demon Clan."

This made Yu Ji somewhat happy, proving that she was still special in men's hearts.

"Grandpa is just a bit stubborn. I've already told him that the Feathered Clan will not have any more conflicts with the Demon Clan, as long as..."

Mo Shan'an heard this and then left half of it unsaid, while also showing a shy expression. What kind of trouble was she trying to cause?

"Oh? Tell me more."

Mo Shitian rubbed the little guy's head and looked with interest at the person who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"That's right, as long as our two clans form a marriage alliance."

Just as he had guessed, Mo Shan'an rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat nervous. He looked up and stared intently at the man.

Mo Shitian noticed the nervousness in the little guy's eyes, and asked with a slight smile, "Do you like her?"

This question was thrown at Mo Shan'an. He first pretended not to know anything, and then, when the man couldn't see him, he made a provocative face at him.

"you"

Yu Ji could see through Mo Shan'an's provocation, but she was powerless against him here. She could only force a smile and say, "Brother Shitian, he's still young. How could he understand these things?"

The next second, the childish voice proved them wrong.

"Father, she's too ugly, I don't like her."

"Pfft"

The crowd sitting below the stage laughed at each other. What were the Feather Clan anyway? How dare they negotiate with the Demon Lord? If their young master didn't like them, then she had no value whatsoever.

"ugly?"

Mo Shitian glanced at the woman, whose face was now contorted in rage, and said, even more cuttingly, "She really is quite ugly."

Yu Ji felt that her visit to the Demon Realm had completely humiliated her, and in a fit of anger, she prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait"

Mo Shitian called out to Yu Ji, who was leaving. She thought he had changed his mind, but what he said made her expression change.

"I've heard that the Feathered Clan's Feather Pearl is a rare treasure. I wonder if I'll have the chance to see it?"

Mo Shitian's question seemed polite, but it revealed that he could not refuse.

"Feather Bead!"

Yu Ji looked unwell and didn't know how to answer. The reason why the Feather Clan was able to get to where it is now is because of the blessing of the Feather Pearl.

Feather Beads are formed from the spiritual essence of deceased members of the Feather Clan and are the source of the Feather Clan's protective power.

"Brother Shitian, Yuzhu"

Mo Shitian couldn't possibly be unaware of the importance of Feather Beads to the Feather Clan, as he himself had once been a member of the Feather Clan.

"If I don't see it in three days, then I'll have to go and get it myself."

Mo Shitian spoke very calmly, and no one felt there was anything wrong with what he said.

I will talk to Grandpa.

Mo Shan'an couldn't get through to them no matter how they went back and forth, but what exactly was the Feather Pearl?

What is a feather bead?

"This is a gift from me."

"Given to me?"

Mo Shan'an wasn't interested at first, but suddenly he became interested, especially when the woman slunk away, looking like she wanted to hit him but couldn't—it was so satisfying.

"Magic Logic"

"The subordinates are here"

"Give the order that the Feathered Clan has shown disrespect to me and will gather at Phoenix Forest in three days."

"Yes, I will take care of it immediately."

This was their first battle since leaving the wilderness.

Mo Shan'an was stunned by what he heard. It wasn't until everyone left that he realized that no matter whether the Feather Clan produced the Feather Pearl or not, Mo Shitian would not let them go.

"Remember, the law of the jungle is the rule of survival in this world. You are the young master of the demon race, and everything is yours, as long as you want it."

After seeing the little guy's expression, Mo Shitian casually reminded him that he was the young master of the Demon Clan and didn't need to care about others' opinions.

This might be the sense of security that Mo Shitian gave him. He didn't say anything else that showed he cared about him, but he was certainly very indulgent in his words.

"I don't like her, and you shouldn't like her either."

This was the most serious time Mo Shan'an had ever asked him about his emotions.

Mo Shitian smiled and pinched his cheek. This was the first time he had heard the little guy discuss something with him so seriously.

"Don't worry, she won't appear in front of you again."

A dangerous glint flashed in Mo Shitian's eyes. Those who schemed against him would never have a good end; it was always he who schemed against others.

Mo Shan'an's eyes flickered. He wasn't exactly a kind person either. This world had its own rules for survival, and suddenly he couldn't accept it anymore.

"From today onwards, you will have to undergo the elders' trials."

I had barely begun to enjoy my laid-back lifestyle when it was time to go back to work?

"Trial??"

Mo Shan'an looked up at the other person pitifully, desperately trying to get a chance for himself.

"Can't we skip the trial?"

The demons' trials will either kill them or leave them bruised and battered.

"Ok?"

Mo Shitian's gaze, which held a half-smile, fell on his face, and the latter immediately became dejected. It's just a trial, isn't it? How difficult can it be?

It was difficult, extremely difficult. The next day, Mo Shitian threw him into the training ground.

As the crowd of onlookers grew, he was treated like a national treasure.

"Ahem, young master, this is just a small trial, you don't need to be nervous."

Mo Luo carefully reminded him from the side, hoping he could relax a bit, as these trials were all simple ones involving dealing with small demon beasts.

Mo Shan'an twitched the corners of his mouth. "How could I not be nervous and lose?" He glared resentfully at the person who had been sitting in the chair watching the show. "I'm your only family member, the kind of family where blood is thicker than water."

"Young Master, please come up."

The elder in the black robe said to him

Mo Shan'an looked up at the high platform, then down at his short legs, and looked around in confusion for steps, only to find that there was no ladder to climb up.

"what happened?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he tugged at Molu's sleeve, embarrassed, and blushed as he spoke.

"Why aren't there any steps?"

Molu was also stunned for a moment, looking at the Demon Lord on the main seat. Should he help?

Mo Shitian half-covered the corner of his upturned mouth with his fan and nodded slightly.

Upon receiving the signal, Moro carried him upstairs before quietly retreating.

Mo Shan'an was stuck on the stage, unsure whether to move or not, and could only listen to the only person on stage explaining things to him.

The gist of it is that you can pass the demon race's cultivation by killing the little monsters.

He silently raised his paw, like a student listening to a lecture in class.

The elder in black robes was also pleased by his actions; he was even more likable than the Demon Lord had been before.

"What does the young master want to ask?"

"How small is the little monster?"

When Mo Shitian heard the little guy's words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just like when he first saw it as an eggshell, it was silly.