The Demon Lord's persona must not be ruined!

Above the main altar of the Xuantian Sect.

A jet-black flying boat, shaped like a giant shuttle, floated silently.

The hull was covered with dark gold runes, which shimmered with a cold luster in the sunlight.

This is the Xuan Tian Sect's Void-Crossing Divine Ship. When fully activated, it can travel millions of miles a day, traversing the void. It is a truly top-tier flying magic weapon.

Chu Yuan led the three of them onto the flying boat.

Youyue walked smoothly to the main control array, her slender fingers tapping repeatedly, and beams of spiritual light entered the array's eye.

"Buzz—"

A deep tremor came, and the runes around the flying boat lit up one by one, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

"Hold on tight."

As soon as Youyue finished speaking—

"boom!"

The flying boat shuddered violently, and in the next moment, it transformed into a black streak of light, tearing through the sky and disappearing into the horizon.

It moved so fast that it left no afterimage.

Inside the boat, everything remained calm and normal.

Chu Yuan stood by the porthole, gazing at the rapidly receding, blurred sea of ​​clouds and mountains outside, and couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflections).

Is this the mode of transportation in a top-tier fantasy world?

This is much more exciting than flying in my previous life.

Li Tu leaned closer to the window and clicked his tongue twice:

"Every time I sit on this thing, I feel like a stone that's been thrown out."

Qianji said calmly:

"If you were a stone, you would be a stone at the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

Li Tu glared at Qian Ji, remaining silent for a long time.

Chu Yuan ignored their bickering and closed his eyes to rest.

As the flying boat traverses the void, the sense of time becomes blurred.

A few breaths later.

Youyue's voice rang out:

"Master, we've arrived at the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect."

So fast?!

Chu Yuan opened his eyes.

The view outside the porthole had changed.

Below lies a continuous, dark green mountain range, with faint, colorful miasma swirling among it. Countless buildings, built against the mountainside in bizarre styles and adorned with insect and snake reliefs, can be vaguely seen.

This is the location of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's mountain gate.

At this moment, the square in front of the mountain gate was already packed with people.

The leader was a gaunt old man dressed in a dark green robe, with a small green snake coiled around his wrist, holding a snake staff, and expressionless.

Chu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Is that Yin Jiuqi, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?

Behind him stood seven or eight elders with profound auras, and further back were hundreds of core disciples, lined up neatly.

The procession was indeed quite grand.

The airship descended slowly and finally hovered three zhang above the square.

The boat door slid open silently.

Chu Yuan took a step forward, his black robe sleeves fluttering lightly, and slowly descended from the air.

Behind him, Youyue, Litu, and Qianji followed closely, silently landing half a step behind him.

The square was silent.

All eyes were focused on the figure in black robes.

Yin Jiuqi raised his head, his dim yellow eyes looking at Chu Yuan, and gently tapped his snake staff.

He bowed, his voice chilling:

"Yin Jiuqi of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect respectfully welcomes the Demon Lord's arrival!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of people behind him bowed in unison.

"Welcome, Demon Lord!"

The sound echoed through the valley.

Chu Yuan landed in the center of the square, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Yin Jiuqi's face.

He nodded slightly:

"Master Yin, it's been a long time."

The eye of truth that dispels delusion is opened.

The fleeting golden light that flickered in his eyes.

[Target: Yin Jiuqi]

[Cultivation Level: Early Stage of Tribulation Transcending]

[Fate's trajectory: ...]

The words had just appeared when they suddenly distorted, like ink soaked in water, quickly blurring and disappearing.

Chu Yuan was taken aback.

Then, a few lines of text slowly coalesced:

[Fate's Trajectory: Accompanying the Demon Lord on his inspection tour, pondering the Demon Lord's intentions...]

Before Chu Yuan could examine it closely, the line of text seemed to be erased by an invisible hand, leaving a blank page once more.

Repeat this process three times.

Chu Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

The Eye of Truth... has failed?

No, it's not invalid.

Yin Jiuqi's fate seems to fluctuate repeatedly between "existence" and "non-existence".

Chu Yuan suppressed his surprise and doubt, maintaining his indifferent expression, but inwardly he was on high alert.

Yin Jiuqi raised his head.

His dim, yellowish eyes stared intently at Chu Yuan, his face expressionless, while the small, green snake on his wrist flicked its tongue and hissed softly.

The original owner's impression of Yin Jiuqi can be summed up in just two words.

silence.

The leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was a loner who spent most of his time in the poison cave dealing with all kinds of poisons and was extremely taciturn.

Now it seems that this was indeed the case.

The two stared at each other for three breaths.

Yin Jiuqi finally moved his lips, his voice chilling:

"The Demon Lord's arrival is an honor for the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect."

After saying that, he fell silent again.

The atmosphere became a little tense for a moment.

Behind Chu Yuan, You Yue frowned slightly, Li Tu grinned, and Qianji's gaze swept over the Wan Du Sect members from beneath his black robe, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, the elders of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were in turmoil.

They had received a message from the Xuantian Sect saying that the Demon Lord was coming to investigate in person, which made them quite apprehensive.

Looking at it now...

The spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the Demon Lord... Peak Qi Refining stage?!

Are you kidding me?!

But the next second, everyone felt a chill run down their spines at the same time.

wrong!

As a member of the demonic path, one naturally needs many trump cards!

Concealing one's cultivation level is the best trump card among them.

Who is the Demon Lord?

Peak of Tribulation Transcending!

One of the three great masters of our time!

How could he only be at the peak of Qi Refining?

If he wants to hide his cultivation level, who can tell?

But now?

They saw right through him: peak Qi Refining stage.

This is clearly intentional!

The Demon Lord was telling them this in this way.

You cannot fathom the extent of my cultivation.

You can only see what I tell you to see.

Thinking hard!

The elders exchanged glances, all seeing lingering fear on each other's faces.

Thankfully, we locked that madman Mo Chan up beforehand!

If he were here, upon seeing that the Demon Lord was only at the Qi Refining stage, he would probably jump out and beg for his life on the spot!

At that time, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect will probably be wiped off the map of the Western Regions by the Demon Lord with a single slap!

Yin Jiuqi continued to stare at Chu Yuan, his dead fish eyes unblinking.

Chu Yuan felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

The Eye of Truth was tested again, but it was still the same; the trajectory of fate flickered back and forth.

Forget it, if I can't see through it, I won't look at it anymore.

Chu Yuan coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak:

"Sect Master Yin, besides checking on the recent developments of your Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, I've come here this time..."

He paused, his tone casual:

"There's one more thing."

Yin Jiuqi's eyes moved slightly:

"Demon Lord, please speak."

"I've heard that your sect treasures a thousand-year-old spirit wood heart."

Chu Yuan said directly:

"I need this item for my cultivation recently and would like to borrow it. Of course, it won't be for nothing. If you need anything, whether it's pills, cultivation techniques, or even a promise I've made to help you once, you can ask for it."

After he finished speaking, the square fell silent.

The elders' expressions changed slightly.

The heart of the thousand-year-old spirit tree... of course they know where it is.

In the hands of the Ink Toad!

That old madman kept this thing as his lifeline, and he'd get angry at anyone who touched it.

Normally, if the Demon Lord asked, we would offer him anything, not just a loan, but something we would give him directly.

But now that Mo Chan is locked up in their cave, if the Demon Lord finds out that one of their elders is under house arrest, he will inevitably have some doubts.

What's more troublesome is that Mo Chan already harbors suspicions about the Demon Lord; what if he goes berserk when they meet...?

Yin Jiuqi remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"The Spirit Wood Heart... is indeed within the gate."

He raised his eyelids, looked at Chu Yuan, and spoke in a dry tone:

"However, the elder who is keeping it may have some misunderstandings about you, Demon Lord."

Misunderstand?

Chu Yuan understood immediately upon hearing this.

This means someone has a problem with him and is unwilling to give it to him.

It doesn't matter.

Many people have objections. Back when the original owner of this body fought against the Demonic Sect, who didn't have objections?

In the end, didn't they all give in?

Chu Yuan smiled, his tone calm:

"Misunderstandings can be cleared up. I must take the Spirit Wood Heart today."

Yin Jiuqi nodded, said nothing more, and turned to gesture for them to proceed.

"Demon Lord, come with me."