Refining the Mountains and Rivers

His Highness the Holy Son headed towards his new manor. The Holy Nether Guard that had vanished for 100,000 years reappeared once again in the eyes of the Demonic Path. There were a thousand guards wearing scarlet armor, their auras dense and sharp as they held swords and spears in hand. Wherever they passed, slaughter energy would soar to the heavens. Everyone was shocked as dust-laden memories slowly awakened in their minds.

Although there were no Calamity Immortals in the Holy Nether Guard, they were actually known as the number one legion within the Demonic Path. Looking at the entire Land of Divinity and Demons, besides the Immortal Sect's Iron Crusade, there was no other legion that could fight on even terms with them.

The prestige of the Holy Son had already spread throughout all quarters of the Demonic Path. Now, with the Holy Nether Guard supporting him, they felt even more awe and reverence. Wherever the legion went, countless influences of the Demonic Path would send out envoys to visit them and offer generous gifts.

Because they couldn't find the appropriate staff to handle internal affairs, Shang Yuntai volunteered himself. Qin Yu considered it for a moment and nodded in agreement. The task of greeting people and receiving gifts would belong to him.

Although Shang Yuntai had experienced the limelight in the past and had seen plenty of things, he was still shocked by how heavy-handed the gifts were. He looked down at the three large-scale spatial rings in his hands, and after earnestly thinking about it, he decided to not take a single step out of the speedcar before arriving at the manor.

Everyone loved money. Although there shouldn't be anyone with the courage to steal from him, he didn't want to use his life that he had struggled so hard to take back in an experiment with the hearts of the people.

Besides the Holy Nether Guard, there were also 2000 True Demon Guards. Led by Tuba and Tutou, they dispersed out into two separate wings. This was all due to the arrangements of the Demon Envoy. At the beginning of construction around the manor, there would be hundreds of things to do. With such a shortage of manpower and staffing, Qin Yu naturally didn't decline this.

Duan San'er and the other servants followed in two speedcars. As he looked at the flags fluttering outside the window and the cheerful shouts, he turned and looked at his little sister. She was still silent as usual, but her complexion was much better than before. "We might have suffered some hardsh.i.p.s, but when have we ever thought that we would experience such a glorious scene? The master is someone who cares about friendship so I'm sure he won't treat us unjustly in the future. Little sister, you need to recover from your injuries as soon as possible. Your brother here is strong but I can't take on all these responsibilities myself. You'll need to help me out!"

Duan Jieyu lifted a hand and rubbed her face. All of the ugly scars that marred her looks had disappeared, and now the only marks still left were those inside her heart. Those would still require some time to fade away. But her big brother was right. This tribulation was not in vain. The person who had tortured her had died beneath her master's hand. Thinking of this, her depression lifted a little and her thoughts became brighter. Although her big brother was speaking to cheer her up, he was also giving her a reminder.

Their master was now His Highness the Holy Son, a pivotal character within the Demonic Path. Who knew how many people wanted to serve him and obtain his approval? If they couldn't grasp this chance well, it likely wouldn't be long before they were pushed to the side.

It wasn't that their master was cold or indifferent, but such an important person like him wouldn't have any time to pay attention to minor matters like them.

"Big brother, don't worry. I'm already fine. From now on we must work attentively to repay master's kindness."

Seeing his little sister regain her spirit and energy, Duan San'er couldn't help but smile.

The flag-bearers in the front that were clearing the way were all outstanding figures from the Holy Nether Guard. Wang Chao, Huang Shan, and Hua Yanting were all in high spirits. Although they had known that there would be a day when they rose back up, they never expected that this day would come so quickly.

Because they had the identity of the Holy Son's personal guard, every time they stopped there would be numerous great figures disregarding their status to rush towards them. The three brothers would be treated with deep courtesy and respect, and when they left, they would even be given a rich present.

Although they constantly warned themselves that they needed to stand firm and maintain a certain demeanor, it wasn't long before their smiles stretched all the way to their ears. This was enough to prove just how excited these three were.

Still, they were well aware that the only reason they had experienced such sights today was all because they borrowed the honor and glory of His Highness the Holy Son. Thinking of this, they felt even more loyal and devoted.

If someone tried to harm His Highness, even if their opponent was a Calamity Immortal, once the blood started rushing to their head, the three of them might rush over to bite their legs!

In a massive speedcar, Qin Yu leaned back against a soft seat. His eyes were closed. Although he seemed calm, the truth was that his back was a little tense.

Hai Lanlan sat across from him. Despite her expression being light, there was a faint chill in her eyes. When she periodically swept her eyes over, it caused Qin Yu to feel a bit of dread and apprehension.

Fortunately, Hai Lanlan was an extremely proud woman. Even if she had certain thoughts, she wouldn't do anything about them. This was the only reason Qin Yu was able to sit still so far and quietly wait until they arrived at the manor. He needed to find a reason to have Hai Lanlan return to the Holy Nether Guard. To have her following by his side all day really left him feeling uncomfortable.

"What is Your Highness thinking?"

Qin Yu's back stiffened. He suddenly felt a little afraid. He lightly coughed and opened his eyes. "Although I am the Commander of the Holy Nether Guard, I still need some people who I can trust to lead the guards. Tuba and Tutou have gone to the True Demon Guard and they won't be able to leave for some time. As for Wang Chao and the other two, their statuses aren't sufficient…"

Hai Lanlan's pupils were clear and insightful. "I will do it." Her eyes were tranquil and without any impurities. Still, they caused Qin Yu to feel a little awkward. For some reason he felt as if he was a cruel and uncaring dullard.

What was he going to do with this…

If Hai Lanlan was willing to leave on her own initiative, that was for the best. Qin Yu quickly nodded, settling this matter. Although he didn't feel too comfortable about it, as he thought about how they would slowly grow further apart in the future, he relaxed a little inside.

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Reality proved that Shang Yuntai's worries were unnecessary. The journey was smooth, without any problems at all. Soon they entered the land of the manor. However, as the Demonic Path's Holy Son, the scope of the land was astonishing. Only after travelling for several more days did they arrive at Eastern Sun City where the Holy Son Palace was located.

Because of the Demon Envoy's arrangements, everything had been prepared. It all proceeded in an orderly manner without a mess.

Qin Yu summoned the heads of the various families of Eastern Sun City who had been waiting to see him for many days already. They exchanged pleasantries and he received their gifts. These people all had sharp eyes, and noticing that His Highness was busy with all sorts of matters right now, didn't stay long before asking to excuse themselves. After leaving the Holy Son Palace, they all let out sighs of relief.

From what they saw, His Highness the Holy Son wasn't a harsh person; their days would be a little better from now on. But as they thought about how there was now a massive mountain floating right above their heads, the little bit of happiness that just appeared in their hearts immediately vanished.

After today, their carefree days of being the top dogs of the region would fly away and never return. The best result for everyone would be for them all to tuck away their tails and be honest people.

They all glanced at each other and sighed in lament. Then, they all respectfully parted ways. However, they also turned back around, a different complexion on their various faces.

While there was a great mountain atop their heads right now, if they were able to flatter this person well, the mountain that left them gasping for breath would instead become a great mountain that supported them from behind.

This was His Highness the Holy Son! Right now he was already a great figure that stood atop the highest heavens. In the future when he inherited the throne of the Holy Monarch, he would become the most honored and revered existence within the entire Demonic Path. Even looking at the entire Demonic Path, he could spread out his wings and do as he pleased. If they had such a backer like this person, wouldn't they prosper in the future?

After greeting the various great and powerful families within Eastern Sun City, Qin Yu couldn't even catch his breath before an extremely anxious Shang Yuntai appeared, hidden behind rows of guards.

"I greet Your Highness. These are the gifts that the various influences have offered you along the way here. A detailed list is recorded in the jade slip. This subordinate has already completed the statistics and tabulation; I ask Your Highness to check it."

It was only when Shang Yuntai handed over the storage ring that he was able to let out a long breath of relief. There was a look of relaxation on his face, but he couldn't conceal his weariness. To him, these past days had been a form of suffering.

Qin Yu was also a little curious. Shang Yuntai had experienced a great tempering of struggling along the edge of life and death in the past, yet he had ended up in such a state today. Could these gifts really be so astonishing?

His divine sense entered the jade slip. After a long period of silence, Qin Yu finally nodded and said, "I understand. You may rest now."

Shang Yuntai and the others left. A long time later, Qin Yu finally regained his composure. As he thought about his own performance, his face heated up a little.

He believed that he was someone who had seen great scenes before. Back at Four Seasons City, he had taken advantage of the precelestial wood and conned 10 billion spirit stones from the Immortal Sect. He could be said to be an extremely wealthy individual.

But in the summary of the gift list, in spirit stones alone the amount broke through a hundred billion. Moreover, there were also many precious treasures, the truly valuable things.

Roughly calculating things, along the way here, Qin Yu had profited at least several hundred billion spirit stones. Even if he had a firm will, he was still lost in a trance for a moment.

No wonder Shang Yuntai had been so exhausted. When Qin Yu looked through the gift list and then at the large-scale storage ring set down on the table, even he felt he was being careless about his safety.

Qin Yu let out a long breath and ruefully smiled, shaking his head. In the end, he had ascended too quickly and there were still many shortcomings in his heart.

It had to be known that he was now the Holy Palace's Holy Son. Without accident, he would eventually ascend to the throne of the Holy Monarch. Once that happened, there would only be a few people in the entire Land of Divinity and Demons that would be able to stand on even ground with him. With a wave of his hand he could summon wind and rain. With a thought, he could annihilate a billion lives. None of this was a false statement.

These were mere worldly possessions; what did it matter how much he had? If he wasn't the Holy Son, even if he had his current cultivation there wouldn't be anyone in the Demonic Path that would care about him or look up to him.

He had to clearly recognize just what was most important.