newbobooks Chapter 370 Everyone has their own agenda
Chapter 370 Everyone has their own agenda
The monk who cast the spell behind the scenes was naturally Shi Yubai's minion. Several transportation bases were destroyed one after another, and he "had to" come and check it out in person.
Originally, he thought it was just an ordinary cultivator from the five major sects or the Common People Alliance who had accepted the mission, but he didn't expect it to be Lu Wensheng - the enemy who always appears at the most inappropriate time.
There is a reason why enemies often meet in a narrow road.
People who practice cultivation pay attention to having clear thoughts, but every time he meets Lu Wensheng, Shi Yubai only feels that his mind is in chaos.
The words that uttered from that person's lips were always like poisoned silver needles, piercing into his most secret old wounds one by one. Even when he was meditating in the middle of the night, that half-smiling face would appear in his sea of consciousness.
He frowned, thinking that he was so angry that he forgot to spread the details of Liu Jiqian - but it was enough to mention it in front of Lu Wensheng.
"My lord, I need to ask my subordinates to continue looking for a new base..." The subordinate who controlled the ghost cultivator suffered backlash, his mouth was red, and he knelt on the ground. Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly strangled by the throat by a demonic energy.
Shi Yubai smiled, looking at the purple marks spreading on the other's neck, and said softly: "If you can't even defend a few strongholds, and can't even control ghosts to transport goods, what use is there for me to keep you?"
Shi Yubai looked at the black-robed monk lying on the ground in pain. He was so helpless and weak that even his struggle was so powerless. Suddenly, he felt that this scene was very similar to how he looked in front of Min Xiao.
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, he casually threw the blood-stained jade pendant on the corpse. When his silk sleeve brushed over it, there was not even a trace of blood on it.
Shi Yubai wiped his fingers carelessly, with fierceness in his eyes... He would not be so worthless.
The dead subordinate would probably never understand that what really made his master angry was not the destruction of the stronghold - he was just a punching bag and a scapegoat.
"Let them be proud for now." Shi Yubai crushed a dead leaf with his fingertips, and the juice dyed the pale fingertips red. "The demon clan has been planning for a hundred years, how can a mere Lu Wensheng shake it?"
He suddenly turned to the shadows, and said cheerfully, "I have to thank Master Qu for providing the puppet."
Suddenly, there was the sound of rustling fabrics coming from the shadows. Qu Yanhui was leaning against a dead tree and playing with puppet strings. The crystal threads were entangled into complicated knots between his fingers. His figure was like a faint shadow in an ink painting, and his voice was as vague as the echo in a valley.
"It's just a small favor, but you should know... If the position of Demon Lord is really precious, why doesn't Min Xiao sit on it himself? Why does he help you to take the position, letting you, a latecomer, step on his shoulders to reach the top?"
It was something that was tacitly known, so why did Qu Yanhui go to the trouble of reminding him, risking Min Xiao knowing it? Shi Yubai's mouth curled up, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes... He was just urging him on.
These people always like to hide their calculations under high-sounding pretexts.
This puppeteer has always known how to manipulate the strings with words, but unfortunately Shi Yubai has never been an obedient person, unlike the obedient puppet in his hands.
"Lord Qu is deeply trusted by Demon Lord Min, yet he would actually say such... presumptuous words?" He deliberately dragged out the last word, watching the puppet strings at the other's fingertips suddenly tighten.
"Oh, same to you." Qu Yanhui chuckled, the moonlight illuminating half of his pale face. "This is like asking, since the Immortal Sect has always been kind to you, didn't it also raise a demon child? What does it count as now?" You are asking even though you already know the answer, right? To put it bluntly, it's just cheap.
The two men's eyes met in the air, splashing invisible sparks. Their words were polite, but their hearts were full of knives.
They all knew how to use the softest tone to stab the hardest knife. This seemingly solid demon camp had already been corroded by the desire for power.
This conversation, with its turbulent undercurrents, clearly exposed the cracks beneath the demon clan's apparent unity.
In the eyes of the immortals, the vast and indestructible position of the demons is actually a group of people who "claim to be kings" based on their own territory.
Shi Yubai stroked the jade pendant around his waist and suddenly chuckled.
Yes, he had deliberately exposed those strongholds. Who could have thought that he, as a demon, would destroy his own layout with his own hands? Min Xiao wanted him to be a puppet, but he insisted on being the fire that burned down the stage.
If he wants to make a plaything and "perform", it depends on whether these "spectators" dare to listen.
He had already leaked several disguised transportation points to the righteous immortal sect, just like spreading a handful of poisoned bait - he wanted to catch fish from the five major sects, and also to test which people within the demon clan were eager to take the bait.
It is not his style to follow Min Xiao's plan obediently.
Born a demon, born to be rebellious.
Although Shi Yubai didn't know what Min Xiao wanted him to do, he knew that he had to be the one to do this - and that was enough.
He has irreplaceable value.
It’s like when it comes to Liu Jiqian, it can only be Shi Yubai. As for those manipulators hiding behind the scenes, who doesn’t want to eat meat but is afraid of the fishy smell?
Didn't Shi Yubai want to be a trader? Of course he wanted to be one too - if Min Xiao didn't do it himself, what good could it be for him to do all the training? Then don't blame him for doing so.
Qu Yanhui and Shi Yubai smiled at each other and said nothing, but in their hearts they blacklisted this demon who seemed harmless on the surface but actually had eight hundred schemes.
He has always admired smart people, but he is most wary of collaborators who are smart enough to think they are smart. The seemingly innocent devil in front of him is clearly arsenic wrapped in honey.
He likes to talk to sober people, but doesn't like to cooperate with sober people - smart people can sometimes be really smart.
The time that passes by is a double-edged sword for the demons.
The two of them smiled at each other with their own ulterior motives. The moonlight could not penetrate the fog between them, just like no one could tell who was taking advantage of the situation in this game.
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Silver threads cascaded down to her waist; the moonlight floating on her hair collided with the dim light of the Xuanyin Sect's blood candle, interweaving to create a strange stream of broken jade on the bluestone ground.
Liu Jiqian was leaning against the cold jade couch, molten gold surging deep in his golden pupils, and his eyes were like freshly melted snow on the mountain tops. Even his drooping eyelashes were frost-like and warm, as if he was still the immortal king playing the zither and listening to the snow on the cloud platform of Wenxian Sect.
His wide white sleeves brushed across the green jade desk, his wrist bones were as thin as plum branches in the snow, and his knuckles shone with a cold jade-like light when he held the pen.
This scene is very normal and elegant, but when placed in the Xuanyin Sect, which has a weird and scary style, it is very high quality.
However, in the peaceful and beautiful appearance, Liu Jiqian wrote every stroke of the pen to harass Lu Wensheng, which was very inconsistent with his appearance, which added a bit of weirdness.
If Liu Jiqian before he turned evil didn't like to trouble others, now Liu Jiqian is simply the number one person who likes to find fault.
Corpse oil was burning in the bronze lamp in the corner of the hall, and the flame suddenly exploded with a crackling sound.
"Changing the light affects me." He said softly.
The demon cultivator next to him trembled all over and hurriedly brought a new lamp.
Liu Jiqian frowned and used his pen to lift the lampshade: "Nanhai lamp oil needs to be matched with the black ice colored glass cover. This inferior stuff gives me a headache."
This is the third time I have changed the lights today.
When Liu Jiqian finally thought of the content and picked up the jade mirror, the demon cultivators waiting outside the hall shuddered together.
Everyone knows that once this imprisoned chief of the immortal sect starts looking at the jade mirror, the entire Xuanyin Sect will be in chaos, as if everything is to blame.
"The cloud tea I sent yesterday has reached a temperature of three breaths."
"The lotus crisps in the morning were not cooked half a minute too late."
The voice was clear, but the content made everyone want to cry without tears - who would have thought that this immortal could taste where the water he used to make tea came from? Even more tricky than the royal nobles.
Three days ago, Liu Jiqian complained that Zhou Yuan's breathing was too heavy and startled Yu Jing, causing Lu Wensheng to reply slowly. He seemed to be disgusted with him, and he has fallen from being in front of him to staring at the stove in the back kitchen.
Zhou Yuan: God damn it, the jade mirror was shocked!
The demon cultivators who were under his command were reduced from the Zhou Yuan level at the beginning to the low-level demon cultivators - it was obviously not an easy job and no one was willing to do it.
The demon cultivator who served Liu Jiqian: Damn it! Are you treating us like demons?