I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

71. Building a big family in the underworld

When everything was over and Jiang Ke'er returned from the remnants of Netherworld, the Netherworld Cauldron had disappeared without a trace.

However, there was a small and exquisite purple-black rune on the tip of her tail, which occasionally emitted a mysterious luster.

When the descendants of the Netherworld saw the rune, they all widened their eyes in disbelief, and then fell to their knees without hesitation.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord Hou Tu!"

"?" Jiang Ke'er scratched her head, looking stupid.

The exhausted Ming Ling smiled slightly, not even bothering to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and immediately knelt down in front of Jiang Ke'er holding the staff: "You are already the master of Mingzhou. From today on, all of us, the descendants of Mingzhou, will obey your orders."

"But why?" Jiang Ke'er was puzzled.

"The Netherworld Array is also Tubo's succession ceremony. If Tubo's successor carries the Netherworld Cauldron into the array, the succession ceremony will be triggered," Ming Ling said respectfully, "Perhaps this is the guidance of reincarnation. Although I don't know why the Netherworld Cauldron is in your possession, since you are here by chance...there is no reason for us, the descendants of Netherworld, to continue waiting."

Jiang Ke'er was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

"You guys really are... so hungry that you won't be picky about what you eat." He sighed.

"You don't have to worry about our affairs." Seeing Jiang Ke'er seemed to be resisting, Ming Ling's mood was slightly depressed. She gritted her teeth and said, "After all, Mingzhou is gone. Rebuilding it doesn't seem possible... So you don't need to feel pressured and don't have to consider our feelings."

Jiang Ke'er really didn't need to be responsible for the identity forced upon her, but along the way, she knew what the descendants of Mingzhou expected.

The moment she became Hou Tu, she also knew the significance of her identity - it was a rank that was born only when the Netherworld was in danger, and it carried the last hope of all the survivors in the Netherworld. It represented not only status and power, but also responsibility.

"This is Ming Ling's way of repaying you for saving my life," Ming Ling bit her lower lip and said in a deep voice, "Now the ceremony is over, thank you for coming as promised... Go back early, the beasts in the ruins will be more ferocious at midnight, and the road will be more difficult to travel."

Jiang Ke'er helped Ming Ling up, looked at her helplessly, and scratched her nose.

"Sister Ming Ling, why are you being so polite to me?" Jiang Ke'er complained, "I don't know if I can live up to your expectations. It's inevitable that I'm not nervous. After all, I've suddenly been given such a big responsibility... But, it's not the first time, so it's not hard to accept."

"But I will try my best." Jiang Ke'er suddenly said solemnly, her voice heavy and her expression extremely serious.

"Actually, you..." Ming Ling suddenly felt a little guilty for her arbitrary decision.

"No need to say more. When I hesitated just now, I was actually thinking about something," Jiang Ke'er interrupted Ming Ling, "Now I have some basic clues... Since Mingzhou has given me such a great gift, I naturally have to give something in return."

Jiang Ke'er could no longer figure out how strong her soul was.

That is the limit of what the current physical body can bear. Any disturbance within a radius of several kilometers cannot escape her control, and she can find out where any wandering ghosts are.

She even dared to challenge the soul strength of Qiao Xiaoxian, who was once a venerable! If Qiao Xiaoxian had not been copied with a soul enhancement effect... Unfortunately, Qiao Xiaoxian succeeded in getting it for free again. The already powerful soul is now even stronger, and it has even reached the point where it can kill people with just one glance.

Of course, the benefits of Hou Tu’s identity are more than that, but her cultivation is too weak, so it cannot be shown now.

For such a great gift, Jiang Keer naturally had to give a good return.

If you want a race to live comfortably, then you should...

Jiang Ke'er smiled and said, "Starting tomorrow, I hope you can send the children and some young people from your clan to come to the Yan family to find me... Sister Ming Ling, you can come too."

Ming Ling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the new Queen of Tu had a vicious heart and was looking for servants to serve her right after taking office?

She couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Excuse me, what do I want to see you for..."

"Go to class," Jiang Ke'er said, "but it's not just about learning combat skills, you also have to learn math, physics, and chemistry."

"Count... what are you counting?" Ming Ling and the tribesmen around her were all confused. "What is that?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" Jiang Ke'er smiled mysteriously, "Learn math, physics and chemistry well, and your magic will be powerful! Believe me, report to the Yan family on time at 12 noon tomorrow, and then you will know what it is."

"???"

It sounds unreliable no matter how you listen to it.

However, Jiang Keer did not explain much, because she knew that explanation was useless. Only by letting the various tribes in Mingzhou experience the benefits of science and technology can they know what "mathematics, physics and chemistry" are.

"Oh, right," Jiang Ke'er opened the small notebook, wrote "mathematics, physics and chemistry" on it, and then wrote "Marxism, Leninism, Mao Zedong Thought and Deng Xiaoping Theory".

A powerful race naturally needs an advanced political system. The feudal monarchy is too backward! She wants to let the glory of socialism illuminate this cruel, dark and selfish world of cultivation!

Jiang Keer is already imagining the future——

One day, the underworld will be rebuilt, and the ghosts and messengers on the Wangchuan River will warmly greet the newly arrived souls.

Meng Po picked up a bowl of soup, smiled warmly, and said, "Comrade! Drink this bowl of Meng Po soup!"

Before leaving, the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards patted each other on the shoulders and warned each other: "The boss said that we must not take a single needle or thread from the people! Just bring the soul back."

The Black and White Impermanence smiled at each other and said, "The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon has been named the model worker for three consecutive years. We should also work hard!"

Jiang Ke'er felt her soul was sublimated just by thinking about it.

One day, the gods of death from the big red family will make all the dead feel the warmth of returning home.

"......?" Looking at Jiang Ke'er's silly smile, Ming Ling felt more and more regretful - this guy looked very unreliable no matter how he looked at him.

Could it be that we are on a pirate ship?

Anyway, Jiang Ke'er didn't explain anything, she was determined to open the school.

The initial goal is just to teach the descendants of the Netherworld. When they become bigger, we will teach the children of the Demon Clan as well.

Whether it is to revive the demon race or the underworld, it is definitely not enough to just talk about it. Relying on one person alone will not solve the fundamental problem either... The entire race must be awakened and become stronger from other places! Only then will there be hope!

Learning sword skills can’t save the demon race!

******

Apart from learning swordsmanship, this was the first time that Qiao Xiaoxian saw Jiang Keer doing something so seriously.

Jiang Ke'er sat at the table the whole evening preparing lesson plans.

The candlelight flickered gently. Qiao Xiaoxian didn't have the heart to disturb Jiang Ke'er for a moment. She just sat beside Jiang Ke'er and looked at her profile lovingly.

It was not until dawn that Qiao Xiaoxian quietly opened the door and left.

"I'll wait for you in the realm of no regrets."

Jiang Ke'er didn't hear it, but if she did, she would probably just cheer loudly.

The aura that had been suppressed for a long time was released, and Qiao Xiaoxian's cultivation began to flow like a surging river or sea, while the space was torn apart, and she, who was in the Four Symbols Period, was conveyed out of the beginner realm.

Jiang Ke'er put down the pen in her hand and looked at the direction where Qiao Xiaoxian left, feeling a little empty.

"Tsk, ran away..."

Don't die at the hands of others, bastard, I want to take revenge with my own hands.

******

There was no mission today, so Jiang Keer was busy until noon.

However, before the descendants of Mingzhou could wait, an uninvited guest arrived at the door first.

"Yan Liben! How's the painting I made you practice yesterday going? Come out here and let me check it!"

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(Something happened today and delayed me from updating for one minute. I will definitely update three times in a row tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to make up for it. I will definitely not be lame!)

72. Qingyang Painting Fairy

Painting, swordsmanship, battle formations, talismans, refining weapons and alchemy...

These are things that the demon race is not good at, because they started late, and the human race’s sects have a tight grip on the inheritance, so that the demon race is far ahead in these fields.

Therefore, the demon clan does not have a good painting teacher.

If Yan Liben wanted to learn painting, he could only spend a huge amount of money to hire a third-rate human painting master. After hiring the master, he had to consider the master's mood and serve him like he was serving his ancestors. He would never dare to offend or neglect him in the slightest.

"Yan Liben! Get out here!"

This loud and powerful shout actually scared Jiang Ke'er.

Yohu? What big shot dares to shout so arrogantly in the Yan family? Could it be that Yan Liben's father has returned?

Jiang Ke'er walked out of the house, only to see Yan Liben walking into the yard like a quail, holding a tall scroll. His little face had turned into a panda-like shape with two big dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night again.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm here," Yan Liben hurriedly walked to the yard holding the scroll, but because of poor rest in recent days, he tripped and the tall scroll fell to the ground.

The ground was hard and Yan Liben's knees and elbows were scratched, but he didn't care. He apologized repeatedly and hurriedly picked up the scroll on the ground.

"You're useless! You can't even move something properly. If you can't learn to paint, don't learn it!" The old man mocked, "I told you that the demon race is dull and untalented, and it turns out to be true."

Jiang Keer couldn't bear to watch it, so she bent down to pick up a piece of rice paper, took out a brush and ink from the inventory and started writing.

Light flowed on the dark canvas, and a dozen freshly painted ink figures jumped off the canvas, running over to help Yan Liben pick up the scroll.

"Sister Qingyi is so amazing," Yan Liben laughed when he saw Jiang Keer, but his expression changed immediately, "Sister Qingyi, stop now, I'll pick it up myself!"

Yan Liben was afraid of offending this painting master, as it would be difficult to find the next one.

Unfortunately, it was still too slow and the old man had already frowned.

"Ok?"

When the old painter saw Jiang Keer's paintings, he was amazed at the cleverness of the little people in the paintings. But when he saw the ears on Jiang Keer's head, he was relieved - it turned out to be a demon! He thought it was a colleague who came to steal his job!

Since they are from the demon race, there is no need to worry. The painters of the demon race are all mediocre, no matter how good they are, they are not better than me... Although I am not very good among the painters of the human race, but among the demon race, I am like a tiger among the sheep, they are not in the same realm at all!

A sudden genius? Stop kidding. There aren't that many Jiang Ke'ers. If there were, the human race would have been destroyed long ago.

"Whose beast is this? How dare you show off such a tiny bit of skill in front of me?" The old painter showed disdain on his face.

"Ah? Not showing off?" Jiang Ke'er looked innocent.

"The kid from the Yan family doesn't respect his teacher. Instead of practicing ink painting, he insists on practicing quick sketches. I'm going to punish him. Do you have any objection?" The old painter said aggressively.

"...I just helped him pick up a painting," Jiang Ke'er said helplessly, "He was injured, didn't you see?"

"You have to bear the consequences of your own mistakes! You are helping him here because you are dissatisfied with my decision? Oh, you little apprentice, dare to question my decision? Do you know who I am? I am..."

Jiang Ke'er was silent for a long time.

The scroll in his hand made a creaking sound when he squeezed it.

Suddenly, her figure disappeared from the spot, and the scroll fell from the sky!

bang bang-

"I was just helping him pick up a painting! Why are you being so dramatic?"

Jiang Ke'er swung the scroll and smashed it on the old man's head, leaving him confused and with bruises all over his head.

...This development is wrong!

She...she actually dared to hit me?!

“Ahhh, do you know who I am? Do you know who you hit?” The old man screamed in impotent rage, “Oh! You must have heard of the name Qingyang Painting Fairy, right?”

"clang--"

He was dealt a heavy blow in response.

"I haven't heard of it! I'll beat you up even if I've heard of it!"

The old man spat out blood in grief and anger: "As a painter, you have never heard of my name?!"

"Hey, let me ask you, have you heard of the name Jiang Ke'er?" Jiang Ke'er sneered.

The old man was stunned on the spot and stammered, "Of course I have heard of it. Could it be that you..."

"Boom-"

"What a coincidence! I've heard of it too! But what does this have to do with me beating you up?"

Jiang Ke'er was having a blast beating Qingyang Huaxian, who was screaming in agony. Yan Liben was trying hard not to laugh out loud - this was too satisfying! Sister Qingyi was so domineering and powerful!

Hua Xiu is physically weak and is good at attacking secretly from a long distance while being protected. Once he is approached, he can easily be entangled and beaten like this.

"Okay! I'll remember this grudge!"

Qingyang Painting Fairy turned around and ran, stumbling towards the gate of the Yan family.

With a ferocious look on his face, he turned around and glared at Jiang Ke'er, then glared at Yan Liben: "You Yan family, you don't respect your teacher, and you even asked outsiders to humiliate me. You just wait!"

"Respect teachers and respect morality? Respect a worthless little piece of trash like you who thinks he is noble? Just because Yan Liben's behavior is slightly not to your liking, you punish him to death... If all human beings have teachers like you and morality like you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams!"

Jiang Keer spat with disdain.

With her current spiritual power, she had naturally sensed that Yan Liben had been physically punished all night last night, and she also knew the reason from the maid's conversation.

She didn't want to be lenient with such an old man.