I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

#453 - Fraud!

Chapter 450: A Trap!

Ancestor Hu Li was a Twelfth-Order existence, the only supreme Twelfth-Order in the demon race besides the mysterious old ancestor.

This shows how important Ancestor Hu Li was!

However, Ancestor Hu Li had mysteriously disappeared, and now the situation on the entire battlefield was controlled by two people: Chen Sanliang, who was responsible for commanding the overall situation, and Bai Cang, who was responsible for mobilizing the army and managing personnel arrangements.

"Where is Great King Hu?" Zhang Chen asked, "Is there not a single clue?"

Chen Sanliang shook his head: "No!"

Then the two continued walking through the mountains and forests, the atmosphere becoming even more depressing.

Before long, the two arrived at a hidden valley, where tens of thousands of demon soldiers were stationed.

"To be able to hide tens of thousands of soldiers under the noses of the experts from the Northern Lands, the demon race is truly not simple." Zhang Chen looked at the countless wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

These demons were not of high level, only around First-Order. Second-Order was considered elite, and Third-Order was rare.

Most importantly, Zhang Chen's Dragon Qi had Beast Mastery skills that had reached Fifth-Order, meaning that as long as he activated the Beast Mastery skill, these demons would instantly become puppets under his control.

Looking at the hungry wolves, fierce tigers, and cheetahs in the valley, Zhang Chen not only did not feel afraid, but instead felt a sense of kinship with the demons before him.

"Don't be afraid. They have all developed intelligence and awakened the power of their bloodlines. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't harm you," Chen Sanliang instructed Zhang Chen, preventing him from being afraid to enter the valley.

"I'm not afraid. They're just beasts, what am I afraid of?" Zhang Chen said casually.

Chen Sanliang glanced at Zhang Chen, revealing a look of surprise. He knew that with tens of thousands of demon soldiers stationed here, the gathered power meant that even a Ninth-Order Yang God would not want to venture deep into this wolf's den and tiger's lair unless absolutely necessary. Even an Eighth-Order cultivator, once surrounded by these countless demons, would only be ground to death and fall.

"I'll arrange for you to stay first, and then we'll invite Bai Cang over to discuss how to deal with the Pingbian Royal Mansion," Chen Sanliang explained the next steps.

Zhang Chen naturally had no objections, so he nodded and was led by Chen Sanliang to a camp made of earth and stone. The facilities inside the tent were rudimentary. There was no table, not even a bed. It was just an empty tent built from branches and leaves.

"No wonder the demon race worships Chen Sanliang as a demon teacher. The demon race is still in a state of ignorance. I wonder how Chen Sanliang has been doing all these years," Zhang Chen used Earth Manipulation to create two stools and sat down to wait for Chen Sanliang's news.

Zhang Chen didn't have to wait long before Chen Sanliang returned with bloody meat in his hands: "I've already convinced Bai Cang. We'll discuss countermeasures tomorrow!"

Then Chen Sanliang started a fire to roast the meat, busily preparing the meal.

"Is this how you live in the demon race, sir?" Zhang Chen looked at Chen Sanliang, who was starting the fire, and then looked at his thin figure, roughly understanding why he looked so pale.

"The demons all drink blood. Except for the monkey race, who eats cooked food?" Chen Sanliang said with a helpless expression.

As he spoke, he handed the roasted meat skewers to Zhang Chen: "Here, just make do with it."

While Zhang Chen and Chen Sanliang were eating meat, Bai Cang squatted in his tent with a gloomy expression, his eyes fixed on his six tails. They were arranged in order in front of him, his eyes filled with gloom.

Those were tails? They were his life!

Moreover, after losing his tails, his bloodline would inevitably decline over time.

"Now that things have come to this, I can only take a risky move and undergo Dissolution! By sacrificing seven tails, I can summon the power of my distant ancestor, perhaps break through the Dragon Qi protection of the Pingbian Royal Mansion, and then reincarnate into the Pingbian Royal Mansion, steal the Pingbian Royal Mansion's luck, and help me transform and be reborn. My bloodline may even evolve to Eighth-Order under the blessing of Dragon Qi," Bai Cang thought. He had already targeted a layout within the Pingbian Royal Mansion. That Zhang family concubine was a good choice, as that concubine seemed to be called Zhang Xiaolan.

That woman was deeply favored by the Pingbian King. If he could possess her, he would definitely be able to steal the Northern Lands' Dragon Qi according to the secret method.

When the ritual was completed, Bai Cang stopped moving, his entire body drenched in sweat, and crystal-clear beads of sweat permeated from his skin along his fur.

"But I still need a divine weapon to help me complete the final step of this secret method. Only the aura of a divine weapon can break through the Pingbian Royal Mansion's Dragon Qi," Bai Cang's eyes flashed. He remembered Zhang Chen's blood-red long knife: "That knife can easily break through even the True Spirit's inverse scale of the Eleventh-Order. The mere Dragon Qi of the Pingbian Royal Mansion should not be a problem either. Besides, I only said that I would help him destroy the Pingbian Royal Mansion, but I didn't say in advance what means or methods I would use. But before I act, I must first transfer Chen Sanliang away, lest this fellow ruin things."

That night,

Zhang Chen couldn't sleep in the demon race's base camp and was talking to Chen Sanliang.

"Sir, are you going to stay in the demon race forever?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I have no way out," Chen Sanliang smiled bitterly, his voice full of bitterness: "The human race can't tolerate me, and the aristocratic families and Confucianists can't tolerate me either."

Hearing this, Zhang Chen didn't know how to comfort him. If it were him, the situation might not be better than his, and perhaps Zhang Chen would be even more extreme.

"Only when I reach Twelfth-Order will I be qualified to reason with this world," Chen Sanliang's eyes were full of determination.

At this moment, Zhang Chen felt that there was light in Chen Sanliang's eyes, a very bright light that stung his eyes.

"What about you? What are your plans for the future? If you stay in the demon race, I can recommend you to become a mountain king, and your future prospects are limitless," Chen Sanliang stared at Zhang Chen with burning eyes, his eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing this, Zhang Chen shook his head: "The demon race is too desolate. I can't stay here, associating with beasts all day long."

"Beasts have their good points. Beasts have simple minds. As long as you are strong enough to be stronger than them, then you can make them submit to you, which is better than humans stabbing you in the back," Chen Sanliang said.

Zhang Chen didn't comment on this, because he felt that the reason why those beasts didn't stab you in the back and didn't have the cunning and darkness of humans was because their intelligence was not high. If the demons had the same intelligence as him, they might not be as pure as Chen Sanliang said.

Just as the two were talking, a voice came from outside the door: "Demon Teacher, King Bear Demon invites you to discuss matters."

Chen Sanliang nodded and said to Zhang Chen: "You should rest early, you don't have to wait for me." After speaking, he left the room.

Not long after the two left, a badger crawled in from outside the camp, looking at Zhang Chen with an unfriendly expression: "The military advisor invites you to discuss matters."

The military advisor was Bai Cang.

Hearing the other party's message, Zhang Chen's first thought was that there must be a trap, but after a moment's thought, he decided to go and see. Since trouble had already come to him, he could only take the initiative to solve it. Unless Bai Cang didn't want his last life, he wouldn't mind chopping off the other party's head and kicking it as a ball.

He could kill him six times, and now he could still kill him once.

Zhang Chen followed the badger to the tent where Bai Cang was. Along the way, he saw countless wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards guarding their respective territories, their eyes looking at Zhang Chen as he passed by, subconsciously licking their lips.

"This is Mr. Bai Cang's tent," the honey badger led Zhang Chen to a tree house and said to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen nodded and stepped into the tree house, where he saw Bai Cang squatting alone in the tent. The entire tent was empty, without any decorations, not even a bed.

"You're here," Bai Cang saw Zhang Chen, his attitude gentle and his voice calm, without any hostility.

But the more he was like this, the more Zhang Chen felt uneasy, feeling that something was wrong, and his vigilance rose to the extreme: "What do you want me for?"

"Don't be so nervous, I'm here to discuss tomorrow's cooperation with you," Bai Cang smiled and extended his claws to Zhang Chen: "Sit down."

"No need to sit, just say what you want to say, I'm busy sleeping," Zhang Chen replied unhappily.

Seeing this, Bai Cang shook his head: "As expected of a young man, you just can't hold your breath. How can I say anything when the atmosphere is so tense?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chen glanced at Bai Cang and could only sit down, but just as he was halfway seated, Bai Cang suddenly darted out, his teeth flashing with cold light, directly attacking Zhang Chen's neck. Zhang Chen looked at the sharp teeth and had no doubt that if he was bitten by the other party, he would definitely die on the spot.

So Zhang Chen didn't think at all, and the Blood Transformation Divine Blade directly appeared in his hand, slashing towards Bai Cang's throat.

He didn't believe that a mere Bai Cang could withstand the power of the Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

"Evil creature, you dare to go back on your word, aren't you afraid that Chen Sanliang will cause you trouble?" Zhang Chen shouted angrily.

But after the Blood Transformation Divine Blade was only halfway out, he had already noticed something was wrong, because Bai Cang closed his mouth at this time, a smile appearing in his eyes, and he actually didn't make any defenses, directly crashing into the slashing Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

Then, without any surprise, Bai Cang's big head fell, and his body also crashed out, while Bai Cang's Yin spirit, wrapped in a wisp of the Blood Transformation Divine Blade's sharpness, disappeared into the void without a trace.

"He was deliberately seeking death?" Zhang Chen was stunned in place, lowered his head to look at Bai Cang's body, his eyes full of disbelief: "He was so afraid of death before, how could he take the initiative to seek death now?"

Zhang Chen really couldn't understand the other party's change in mentality, his eyes full of confusion: "Shouldn't be, right? How can anyone who is living well take the initiative to seek death?"