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"Dai Yao, the game is over..." Lingfeng Mo's sinister voice echoed in the hall.

Lingfeng Mo was a towering figure, easily over two meters tall, clad in a black robe that trailed on the ground. Embroidered on the robe were eerie blue demonic patterns that seemed to writhe and shimmer with life. His face was sharply defined, his eyes narrow and gleaming with a sinister red light, and beneath his high, straight nose was a thin pair of lips that were now slightly upturned, carrying a sinister smile.

Dai Yao felt a chill run down her spine, only to find herself bound by an invisible force, unable to move at all. She could only watch helplessly as the black token in Ling Fengmo's hand emitted an eerie light, and the Demon Palace trembled violently.

"This is... a binding spell?!" Zi Yan exclaimed, struggling to break free of the restraints, but to no avail. Zi Yan was agile, his red outfit perfectly outlining his muscular physique. His hair was fiery red, like burning flames, and a shallow scar on his forehead marked his past battles. His eyes were like deep, fiery abysses, radiating determination and unyielding spirit, while his thick brows were slightly furrowed, revealing his current anxiety.

"Hahahaha, you reformers are still too green!" Lingfeng Mo laughed triumphantly, and the elders behind him also revealed sinister smiles. It turned out that all of this was a trap set by the traditional forces. They pretended to compromise, secretly colluded with Lingfeng Mo, and used the Demon Palace's binding spell to try to capture Dai Yao and the others in one fell swoop.

The elders were all different in appearance. One elder was thin and withered, like an old tree that had been drained of its moisture. His skin was wrinkled and dark brown, and his small, cunning eyes gleamed with greed. Another elder was rather fat, with a large belly. His brocade robe was stretched taut. His face was round like a steamed bun, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, revealing a sinister look.

"Do you think this will stop us?" Dai Yao sneered, forcing back her discomfort. "The wave of change has already swept through the Demon Palace. You stubborn old fogies will eventually be abandoned by the times!"

"Hmph, sharp-tongued!" an elder retorted angrily. "Wait until we capture you, then let's see if you can still be so arrogant!"

"I'll be waiting." Dai Yao's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

Just then, the hall door was suddenly pushed open, and Miao Wan's anxious voice rang out: "Stop! You can't..." Miao Wan rushed into the hall, clutching a thick scroll tightly in her hand, her face filled with anxiety. Miao Wan was slender, her pale blue dress fluttering in the wind like a blue flower blooming in the breeze. Her hair was jet black and glossy, flowing smoothly over her shoulders, her face was fair, and her large, watery eyes were now filled with worry and anger. Beneath her delicate nose were slightly trembling lips.

"Stop! You can't treat Dai Yao and the reformists like this!"

Lingfeng Mo sneered: "A little girl like you dares to interfere in the affairs of the Demon Palace?"

Miao Wan took a deep breath, fearless, and said loudly, "I am not interfering, but representing the sentiments of the majority of the Demon Palace members!" She unfurled a scroll, on which were densely filled with the true thoughts and needs of the Demon Palace members.

"This is a report I've compiled. It proves that everyone yearns for change, for a fairer and more prosperous Demon Palace!" Miao Wan read the report clearly and forcefully, which included both accusations against the drawbacks of traditional forces and expectations for the reformists' new policies. Her sincere tone and detailed data gradually silenced the previously arrogant elders, and even the imprisoned Dai Yao's eyes ignited with hope.

Seeing the wavering of the traditional forces, Zi Yan seized the opportunity and loudly proclaimed, "I have a new reform plan here. It retains the excellent traditions of the Demon Palace while introducing innovative elements, which I believe will make the Demon Palace even stronger!" He pulled out a carefully prepared plan from his robes and displayed it to everyone. This plan was more comprehensive than Dai Yao's previous one and more easily accepted by the centrists. Several elders who had initially been undecided nodded in agreement after carefully studying Zi Yan's plan. They sided with the reformists, and the reformists' momentum grew even stronger, instantly reversing the atmosphere in the hall.

Lingfeng's face was ashen; he hadn't expected things to develop this way. He glared at Dai Yao fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "Fine, very well! You just wait..." With that, he turned abruptly and stormed off, followed closely by several stubborn elders.

Dai Yao watched their departing figures, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips. The power binding her vanished, and she stretched her limbs, turning to Miao Wan and Zi Yan, saying, "It seems the real show is just beginning..."

The purple flames danced like a raging fire dragon, clashing fiercely with the stubborn elder's chilling demonic energy, shaking the entire hall. The elder's attacks were ruthless, clearly determined to kill Zi Yan. This elder had a face full of scars, bulging eyes like a toad, and occasionally spewed black demonic energy from his mouth. The onlookers held their breath, the atmosphere tense to the extreme. Seeing Zi Yan gradually losing ground, Dai Yao's eyes flashed, and her figure appeared between the two like a ghost.

"Stop!" Her clear voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable authority. The elder's attack halted just before Dai Yao. His face darkened, and he roared, "Dai Yao, what trick are you up to now?"

Dai Yao ignored his anger and instead turned to the Demon Palace members who were watching from the sidelines, and said loudly, "The reform is not for the sake of fighting for power and profit, but for a better future for the Demon Palace! Do you all want to see the Demon Palace continue to fight among itself and eventually be swallowed up by other forces?" Her words were resounding, and many Demon Palace members who were originally wavering began to reflect.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable to him, the elder was about to make another move when Dai Yao took the initiative, producing a pill that emitted a strange light in her hand.

"This is the 'Condensing Essence Pill,' which can help Golden Core cultivators break through bottlenecks and improve their cultivation." She handed the pill to the elder, "If the elder is willing to put aside his prejudices and work with us to build the Demon Palace, this pill will be a token of our appreciation."

The elder gazed at the pill, a flicker of greed in his eyes. He wasn't stubborn, but he worried that change would harm his interests. Now, Dai Yao had extended an olive branch and offered such a precious pill; his heart felt like it was being fried in oil, his face flushing red and then turning pale. That was the most precious treasure he held dear, along with his unspeakable secret crush, now completely under Dai Yao's control. He felt like a tiger with its teeth pulled, utterly powerless. Finally, the elder accepted the pill and said in a deep voice, "Dai Yao, I hope you keep your word." This elder had gray hair, sparse and messy eyebrows, and cloudy eyes that occasionally flashed with shrewdness.

Dai Yao smiled slightly; she had won this round again.

However, just when everyone thought the turmoil had subsided, a sound transmission talisman suddenly shot into the hall and landed in Dai Yao's hand. She unfolded it and her expression changed drastically…

"They've finally arrived..."