Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Although Li Yunqi didn't like Qin Yu and hoped that he could bash his teeth in, when he faced a Calamity Immortal super powerhouse, he didn't dare to speak a single lie. He narrated everything that was said precisely, at most highlighting Qin Yu's unruliness a bit more.

With Sun Shouyi repeating what was said, his suspicions had already been washed away.

After getting the hint, the two people bowed and drew several steps back, then left.

Within the temple, space began to twist as if it couldn't withstand the fluctuations of strength. This wasn't intentional, but rather a natural result of the powerful auras dissipating outwards.

A blurry figure slowly said, "As far as what we have learned, we still haven't found any useful clues from the mouths of these juniors."

Another figure said, "From the time the Demon Ascension Gate first began, my Demonic Path has never suffered such a great loss. Out of 11,300 disciples, fewer than 20% survived. The Demonic Path's next hundred years of glory will be ruined by this!"

"This matter needs to be clearly investigated. Why would the deeply slumbering Monster Race Great Emperor suddenly wake up?"

To the left, the white-robed Demon Envoy suddenly said, "This time, the Demonic Path has lost countless talented juniors. But, we also made gains. This Yao Bin today is capable of comparing to 10,000 people."

"That may be true, but the greatest problem is that the ancient tree monster has already withered away and the small world will soon collapse. This is actually the greatest loss to the Demonic Path."

The atmosphere suddenly clouded over.

If it were only heavy casualties of young disciples, while they would be angry, they wouldn't regard this matter so seriously. After all, the Demon Ascension Gate opened every hundred years and the Demonic Path had an incredibly deep foundation. Even if this generation of disciples was destroyed, they merely needed to wait for another hundred years to supplement their forces again. It wouldn't have too great of an effect.

But the destruction of the small world was actually a heavy price, a price so heavy that even they couldn't withstand it. This was because the small world represented an endless fountain of demonic energy that they could use to cultivate a massive number of Demonic Path powerhouses.

Once destroyed, it would be much more difficult for the outstanding disciples of the Demonic Path to awaken their bloodlines.

The Demon Envoy sighed and lightly said, "In the far off past, my Demonic Path ancestors didn't have a small world like such and yet they were able to achieve an unparalleled level of glory and dominance, founding the unsurpassed orthodoxy of my Demonic Path. Now that the small world is destroyed, while this may be a great loss, looking at it from another angle, it might be a good deed. After all, in the end a cultivator can only rely on themselves. If they are strong enough, why would they need to rely on such external things?"

A woman spoke up, her voice young, "The Lord Demon Envoy has spoken correctly. So what if the small world is ruined? Do you all think that my Demonic Path's current power and prestige will be affected?" She paused for a moment and then continued, "There is also another important matter we must discuss - how we will announce this. Right now, the entire Land of Divinity and Demons is completely focused on Heavenly Demon City."

An accident had occurred with the grand ceremony of the Demon Ascension Gate and there had been numerous casualties amongst the young elite disciples of the demonic path. News of this had spread out through various channels; they only had varying degrees of truth and no one outside could confirm them.

Almost 10,000 disciples had died. This was surely classed as serious casualties. But, 2000 or 3000 deaths could also be described as the same. As long as the Demonic Path wished to suppress this information, it wouldn't be hard to conceal their exact losses.

Doing this was certainly a matter of face. The solemn and unsurpassed Demonic Path was one of the two juggernaut influences within the Land of Divinity and Demons. If they were to say that they suffered immense losses and had no idea why or what happened, the loss of face would be unfathomable.

The fewer people died, the less face they would lose.

Everyone had considered this matter, it was just that no one was willing to broach the topic. Luckily, Yan Liu was on good terms with the Demon Envoy, so it was best if she brought it up.

The temple fell silent.

The Demon Envoy lightly said, "The stance of my Demonic Path has always been to chase after perfection of one's conscience. To suffer a loss is to suffer a loss. If this is forcibly suppressed, can we treat it as something that hasn't happened? That would only be lying to ourselves!" His gaze was cold as his dignity seemed to come from the highest heavens. "Inform the world truthfully about the accident within the small world. Tell them all that my Demonic Path will never let go of this matter. No matter who it is, where they came from, what background they have, once it is verified, we will execute their entire lineage and use their blood to comfort the dead juniors of my Demonic Path!"

Killing intent ascended, his overbearing momentum unparalleled.

Yan Liu instantly revealed an entranced expression. As for how she was basically being publicly reprimanded, she didn't care about that at all.

He was indeed the Lord Demon Envoy, the same person that he was in the past. It was still impossible for anyone to conceal their amazement or not smile from ear to ear around him.

…

After leaving the City Lord Mansion, Qin Yu boarded the True Demon Guards' speedcar. No one accompanied him in the speedcar this time. He leaned back against the soft seat and relaxed, closing his eyes in meditation.

But only he knew what sort of pressure he withstood during that inquiry.

Eight terrifying auras had faded in and out, always lingering around him. Although they didn't appear, it was clear that they were paying close attention to him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was prepared and his will was strong, he would have already been streaming with sweat. How could he have managed to keep himself steady and even calmly joke around with Li Yunqi?

However, his performance should have been good. Otherwise Sun Shouyi would never have run after him and tried to become close with him.

He should have passed this hurdle. As he thought about how Sun Shouyi had advised him not to leave Heavenly Demon City in the near future, Qin Yu faintly smiled.

With the sealing of the small world, the soulguard stones had become useless. The old methods of determining one's position could no longer be used.

It looked like the Demonic Path would need to change how they recruited disciples. Qin Yu believed his name would be on the list.

Returning to Dawnperch Hotel, the True Demon Guards bowed as they said their goodbyes. Their attitudes were even more respectful than before.

Qin Yu bowed in return. He turned and entered the inn. But after taking several steps, some people came to welcome him.

The manager came over with a blindingly bright smile, bowing in apology countless times. The general idea was that he was a lowly one who had eyes but couldn't see, and had accidentally neglected the great lord Qin Yu.

Then, the manager pulled over Duan San'er and praised him, saying that he would be dedicated solely to serving Lord Yao Bin from now on.

Qin Yu couldn't help but laugh. Not willing to linger too much longer, he faintly said, "I am a bit tired. Don't come to disturb me."

After speaking he walked towards the rear inn. Duan San'er followed behind, endless flattery coming from him as his face flushed red with excitement.

The servants of Dawnperch Hotel all had eyes like little rabbits. To serve such a powerhouse, that was an unbelievably great honor!

This could be considered a qualification, a prime record of service. After this matter passed, as long as Duan San'er didn't make any mistakes, he would be entrusted with greater responsibilities.

Moreover, the most important point was that if he served Lord Yao Bin well and could form a good relationship with him, the benefits would be…he couldn't even imagine it!

The manager coldly sneered and walked away. Who told these servants with blind but pleading eyes to not have good eyesight like Duan San'er? They should have started flattering this person from the start.

The servant responsible for guiding people through the rear inn felt so much regret that his intestines nearly turned blue. When he thought back to the sorrowful expression that Duan San'er had when he left before, he couldn't help but curse out loud in his heart.

This fellow, he really was good at pretending! He must have used up a great deal of effort to not laugh before, right?

Bastard!

Bastard Duan personally opened the door for Qin Yu. This was no longer the single guest room of before, but the best courtyard within Dawnperch Hotel. After the manager gave a quick explanation, the people originally living here moved out without another word.

Qin Yu wasn't surprised. He nodded and walked in, and then with a flick of his sleeves, closed the courtyard doors.

Duan San'er nearly sobbed and had snot dripping down his nose. Lord Yao Bin nodded at me…cough cough, I cannot be arrogant, I must make further effort to obtain the lord's approval.

Perhaps this would be Duan San'er's chance to change his destiny. As for the young and snobby miss of the Sun Family next door…

Uncouth and rude, with a too wide waist and a too small chest, she pompously thought she was the best. Hey, this young master is a person with a future now, so shoo off to the side.

With a flick of his sleeves, Duan San'er swaggered away. In such a high-spirited moment, he never would have imagined that he would soon be almost beaten to death on the spot because of Qin Yu.