A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Four words.

It's very light.

It's very light.

But to the ears of the demon kings, it was nothing short of a thunderclap from the heavens!

A decree from the Empress?!

Could it be...that person...?

In that instant, the pupils of all the demon kings shrank to the size of pinpoints!

They stared intently at the seemingly ordinary yellow scroll in Su Xiaoxiao's hand.

At this moment, they could clearly feel—

A surge of spiritual energy emanated from that scroll!

The fluctuations were not violent, but they carried an absolute majesty that was unquestionable, inviolable, and inviolable!

It felt like facing the heavens directly!

It was as if I were hearing a sacred decree!

Su Xiaoxiao looked at them, who were standing there dumbfounded and seemingly lost in thought, her beautiful face expressionless.

She spoke again, her voice colder and fainter:

"What?"

"What do you want...?"

"Shall we stand to receive the Empress's decree?"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Without any hesitation.

There wasn't even any time to think.

Instinct overwhelmed everything.

The old Golden-Winged Roc was the first to fall from the sky, prostrating itself heavily on the ground, burying its proud bird head deep into the scorched earth.

Next came the old wolf, then the other demon kings...

Splash!

Like wheat blown down by a strong wind.

The group of powerful demons who had been so aggressive and accusatory just moments before were now kneeling on the ground.

His head was bowed and his body was trembling.

They didn't even dare to breathe.

The night wind blew, stirring up scorched earth.

The cold moonlight illuminated this eerie yet solemn scene.

On one side stood a fox spirit, holding a decree, with unparalleled beauty, hovering in mid-air.

On one side were a group of demons kneeling on the ground, trembling, their faces ashen.

And in the middle.

It was that bubbling, fragrant alchemy furnace.

It was that young master of the Golden-Winged Roc, who had been cut in half and was still twitching slightly.

They are those second-generation demons who are still leisurely slicing "roast duck".

as well as……

The man sitting by the hot pot picked up a freshly cooked meatball, blew on it to cool it down, and then gently handed it to Ji Zuodao, who was kneeling on the ground near the old wolf's mouth.

"Old dog."

Ji Zuodao smiled as he looked at the old wolf, who was stiff and dared not move.

"Want to try some?"

"Your son."

"It's so bouncy and chewy."

Ji Zuodao's demeanor is exactly like that of an idle man who strolls around the park and teases stray dogs with sausages.

He held his chopsticks, picking up a steaming meatball coated in chili oil, and slowly swayed it back and forth in front of the old wolf's nose, who was kneeling like a grandson.

"Tsk, smell it, doesn't it smell good?"

"It's fresh out of the pot, still piping hot."

"Your son's flesh is firm and chewy; you can tell he must have exercised a lot before he was born."

"Come on, don't be shy, just have a bite, just one bite."

"Being father and son is... a kind of reunion in another sense, hehe."

Ji Zuodao's smile was utterly despicable and incredibly irritating.

Old Wolf knelt there, only a few steps away from Ji Zuodao.

With just one open mouth and one pounce, it can chew up and swallow the grinning bastard in front of it, bones and all!

But it dared not move.

They dared not move an inch.

Even their breathing was deliberately softened.

because……

The seemingly ordinary yellow imperial edict hung diagonally above its head.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in mid-air, holding the decree in her hand. Her beautiful face was expressionless, and her cold gaze was like that of ten thousand years of ice as she calmly looked down.

The Empress's decree is before us.

There must be no disrespect whatsoever.

There must be no rash action.

You must not have the slightest distracting thought.

This is not an exaggeration; it is absolute awe etched deep within the bloodline and soul of every demon!

The title "Empress" carries immense weight among the demon race.

It is heavy enough to crush the eternal blue sky, heavy enough to make even the most unruly demon lower its proud head.

Originally, in the myths and legends of the demon race, there was only one person who was qualified, had merit, and was capable of being revered as "Empress" by all the demons under heaven—

The Holy Mother of Humanity who created humans from clay and mended the sky with stones, whose merits were immeasurable and whose blessings benefited all living beings, was also the ancestor of the demon race—the Goddess Nuwa.

That's mythology, faith, and an unattainable legend.

However, in the real history and memories of the demon race, there is another one.

She is real, alive, and an unparalleled being whom all demons, regardless of good or evil, strength or weakness, or race, willingly and sincerely call her "Your Majesty."

This is a long story.

At that time, the Han Dynasty had just been established, and everything was in need of rebuilding and renewal.

A new dynasty brings a new atmosphere, and when the higher-ups saw the world in chaos, with mountain spirits, monsters, lewd shrines, and evil gods running rampant, they waved their hands and shouted out a really loud and catchy slogan:

"Sweep away all demons and monsters!"

Good heavens, this has stirred up a hornet's nest.

When instructions come from above, those below naturally rush to implement them.

Ordinary people would literally cut down mountains and destroy temples; if they saw a local earth god temple that they didn't like, they would tear it down.

And another group—

Those Qi cultivators who spent their days refining elixirs, meditating, and pursuing immortality thought, "Hey? This is a good opportunity! It's time to make a name for ourselves and build our reputation!"

So, unable to stay idle any longer, he impulsively slapped his thigh and shouted out an even more vehement slogan:

"We shall emulate the legendary Emperor Wu, and vanquish demons for sixty years!"

"Sweep away all demons and monsters, and restore a bright and clear world to humanity!"

The slogans were shouted loudly and passionately.

Initially, the results were indeed brilliant.

Today we'll wipe out a wolf demon that's causing trouble in the area, tomorrow we'll slaughter a weasel that's stealing chickens and dogs, and the day after tomorrow we'll raid the den of a snake demon who's been ruling the mountain...

The killing was incredibly satisfying, and the reputation soared incredibly fast.

But this stuff is addictive!

As the killing continued, the flavor changed.

At first, they emphasized punishing evil and promoting good, specifically targeting those demons who committed numerous evils and harmed people's lives.

Later on, they didn't care if you were good or bad, whether you had eaten people or not, or whether you had any intelligence—

If it's a demon, kill it!

If it's a monster, slay it!

If it's a spirit, eliminate it!

During that period, demons and monsters were really having a run of bad luck.

Ordinary mortals want to cut down mountains and destroy temples, and demolish your home.

Those who cultivate Qi must come to slay demons and monsters, and take your life.

There's nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide, nowhere to even cry.

The Qi cultivators killed too many people, too ruthlessly.

The surging demon blood, the soaring resentment, and the twisted pleasure of controlling life and death and acting on behalf of heaven...

Gradually, their faith in Tao was clouded.

Many Qi cultivators who participated in the demon-slaying began to have bloodshot eyes, increasingly violent tempers, and increasingly cruel methods.

They were no longer fighting to "restore peace and order to the world," but were instead addicted to the sense of control that came from killing and power.

In the parlance of the spiritual practice community—

I'm almost possessed.

If they keep killing like this, without the demons retaliating, these Qi cultivators who claim to "exterminate demons" will themselves become demons more terrifying than the demons!

Just as things were about to spiral out of control, a cataclysmic bloodbath, a life-or-death struggle between Qi cultivators and demons, was about to erupt...

That person made a move.

A great demon saint unleashed his powerful divine ability – the Yellow Millet Dream.

That dream, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, quietly brushed through the hearts of all the Qi cultivators who were blinded by rage and nearly possessed by demons.

Cleanse your mind of evil thoughts, eliminate malevolence, and awaken your true nature.

At that moment, all the Qi cultivators trembled as if struck by lightning, abruptly snapping them out of their frenzied killing spree.

Looking at the blood-stained weapon in his hand, at the pile of demon corpses at his feet, and at the crimson and ferocity in the eyes of his fellow disciples that mirrored his own...

Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

A lingering fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around my heart.

They then realized with shock that they had just been one step away from completely falling into the demonic path.

It was that great sage of the demon race who, single-handedly, forcefully extinguished the raging inferno that was about to ignite and was enough to incinerate both the human and demon races.

She could have ignored it.

But she didn't.

She chose to resolve the conflict, leaving a final sliver of room for both the human and demon races.

After this incident, the demon-slaying turmoil naturally came to an end.

The Qi cultivators returned home dejectedly, many of them going into seclusion to clear away the remaining inner demons, never daring to mention "sweeping away demons for sixty years" again.

The demon race was deeply grateful to the Great Sage who had intervened to avert the calamity and saved countless demon lives, and revered him as a god.

"Thank you so much" is not enough to describe it.

That was a life-saving grace, a rebirth, and a supreme being who has made great contributions to the entire demon race!

And so, ever since.

All demons under heaven, regardless of east, west, south, north, birds or beasts, good or evil, strong or weak...

Everyone reveres that great sage as—

"Your Majesty."

She is ranked alongside Nuwa, the goddess of the sea.

They share the supreme reverence of the demon race.

So, when Su Xiaoxiao held the "Imperial Decree" and coldly questioned, "Do you want to receive this decree standing up?"—

Whether it's the old Golden-Winged Roc, the old wolf, or any other demon king...

Not one dared to hesitate, not one dared to question, not one dared to refuse to kneel.

That's not fear.

That is respect.

It is a reverence etched into one's bones and flowing in one's blood.

This is the proper attitude when facing a benefactor who saved the entire clan and whose merits are immeasurable.

You can disagree with Bureau 749, hate Ji Zuodao, and even challenge Zhang Yucheng and Liu Zhou.

But regarding the Empress, regarding the Empress's decree...

Only—

跪。

恭。

敬。

from.

Without exception.