Chapter Four Hundred Thirty-Six: Calm Down Your Husband
Half an hour later.
At the peak of Buqi Mountain, on a cliff.
From this vantage point, one side revealed the desolate expanse of the Demon Clan’s land, while the other offered a view of the lush Human Clan continent.
At this moment, on the cliff, a tea table with several long benches stood, where Young Master Sang and Long Xiao sat on opposite sides.
Behind Long Xiao, three Demon Clan leaders glared daggers at Young Master Sang, while Long Huan anxiously stood next to Long Xiao, occasionally stealing glances at Young Master Sang.
On Young Master Sang’s side, he leisurely sipped his tea, while Chun Lan and Qiu Ju respectfully poured tea for both. Behind them were Gu Yingmian, Hua Jianglian, and Huo Ningxue.
Xu Yourong and Qin Xiuyuan stood at either side of the mountain, resembling two guardian deities. On both sides of the mountain, a dark mass of the Demon Clan army loomed on one side, while the Sword Flower Palace disciples, Demon Cultivators, and Holy Kingdom Tianlang Wei were on high alert on the other.
The atmosphere was oddly oppressive; everyone below, both Demon Clan and Human Clan, gazed silently up at the cliff.
Because they all knew.
A crucial negotiation determining the fates of both clans was ongoing, tense and fierce.
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“Dragon Lord, please have some tea.”
Long Xiao took the tea offered by Chun Lan with an indifferent demeanor, sniffed it lightly, but his eyes were filled with disdain and caution.
“Hmph. Young Master Sang, just say what’s on your mind.”
“Don’t you want to taste it, Dragon Lord?” Young Master Sang smiled, “This is the finest tea from Sword Flower Palace, very fragrant. I bet you Demons hardly get to drink such good stuff?”
“Drinking tea is something you Humans love to do, showing off and trying to be refined.”
“Surely, Dragon Lord isn’t afraid we poisoned the tea?”
Long Xiao shot a fierce glare at Young Master Sang, then downed the tea in one gulp.
“Young Master Sang, let me tell you.” After finishing the tea and wiping his lips, his expression remained dark and fierce: “If you think this matter can be so easily resolved, you are gravely mistaken.”
“Oh?”
Young Master Sang smiled leisurely: “Wasn’t it for the Little Princess that you came here for revenge? Now that the Little Princess has returned safely, is there still a need for this fight?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” Long Xiao suddenly slammed the table and glared furiously at Young Master Sang: “Do you think I don’t know what you’ve done!”
Young Master Sang slightly stunned.
Long Xiao’s intelligence is that impressive? Has he seen everything I’ve done this time?
“I saw you riding back on my daughter!”
He exclaimed furiously: “You dare to ride my daughter! I won’t let you off easily!”
…So that’s what this is about! But wasn’t it your daughter who let me ride her?
“Daddy!” Long Huan stomped her foot, her face flushed: “I-I did this voluntarily…”
“My dear daughter, tell Daddy.”
Long Xiao, with a gloomy face, looked at Young Master Sang: “What has this little Human boy done to you these days? Speak freely, and Daddy will definitely seek justice for you!”
“Don’t worry.”
Young Master Sang looked at ease: “I’ve treated the Little Princess very well these days, with utmost respect. The Little Princess can testify.”
Then they both looked at Long Huan.
“What he’s done… these past few days…”
Long Huan blinked her eyes.
Memories of those embarrassing moments flashed in her mind.
An apron falling, knee pillows while bathing, backless sweaters, a motherly bond…
Instantly, her face turned a bright red, nearly steaming, as she could only cover her face, shyly turning away.
Young Master Sang: “?”
Long Xiao: “…Young Master Sang, just pick a day to start the war.”
“Wait wait wait – misunderstanding, misunderstanding!”
Young Master Sang was sweating bullets: “I really didn’t do anything to the Little Princess, say something!”
Long Huan glanced at him, then turned her head away with a hint of a pout.
“…Hmph. Bad guy.”
Young Master Sang: “…”
But Long Huan did whisper a few things to Long Xiao, her face slightly flushed, but she didn’t seem too angry.
After listening, Long Xiao’s expression shifted through several moods, finally settling on a serious gaze at Young Master Sang.
“You little brat. Even if Huan’er intercedes for you, I will remember this matter.”
“If you ruin Huan’er’s reputation and she can’t get married, I’ll be the first to make you pay!”
Isn’t there a chance your daughter’s personality would make it hard for her to get married anyway? Young Master Sang thought to himself.
“Daddy!” Long Huan persisted, clinging to Long Xiao.
“Alright, let’s not dwell on this for now.”
Long Xiao slowly raised his gaze: “But don’t forget. You stealing away my Demon Clan’s prized treasure hasn’t been resolved yet.”
“If you return the Original Immortal Talisman now, I can be merciful and let the Demon Clan retreat.”
Young Master Sang, however, shook his head with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” Long Xiao was instantly furious, “You don’t plan to return it? So you really want this to go until one of us is dead?”
“First of all.”
Young Master Sang leisurely took another sip of tea: “Dragon Lord, you misunderstood something.”
“The retreat of the Demon Clan isn’t a show of mercy from you.”
“But that you have no other choice but to retreat.”
With a gentle wave of Young Master Sang’s hand.
Behind him, Meng Qiyan led a group of Demon Cultivators, bringing with them a dozen tightly bound young Demons onto the cliff.
“Child!”
“My son!”
Including the three clan leaders, many leaders of the Demon Clan tribes below gasped.
Long Xiao’s gaze darkened: “Do you think you can threaten me with hostages?”
“Even without hostages.”
“Does Dragon Lord truly think you can get through Buqi Mountain today?” A glint of mischief flickered in Young Master Sang’s eyes.
Behind him, Gu Yingmian casually unsheathed her sword, giving it a light polish.
Hua Jianglian rested her head on her hand, bored out of her mind, staring intensely at Zhen Fu as if eyeing a nourishing snake soup.
Huo Ningxue was yawning, looking utterly disinterested.
Qin Xiuyuan and Xu Yourong flanked both sides, looking down arrogantly at the Demon Clan army below.
Long Xiao quietly stared at Young Master Sang.
The next moment, an invisible wind began to swirl around, ruffling Young Master Sang’s clothes, a slowly rising pressure emanating from him.
“I, Long Xiao, have governed the Demon Clan for thousands of years.”
“What I hate most is being threatened by others.”
He slowly raised his gaze; his dragon-like eyes were as fearsome as ancient primordial chaos, making others unable to look directly at him.
“Choosing to pressure others with might is your gravest mistake.”
“Do you think just because the situation seems favorable for you, victory is assured? Laughable! What my Demon Clan fears the least is to fight to the death!”
“As long as I say a word, no matter what price the Demon Clan pays today.”
“They,” Long Xiao pointed arrogantly at the dark horde of the Demon Clan below: “Will surely stain your Human Clan’s land with blood, even if it means fighting to the last man.”
“You believe that, don’t you?”
Young Master Sang smiled faintly.
“I do.”
“And I truly fear that Dragon Lord might get hot-headed and insist on fighting this battle.”
“You dare to insult me? Do you really think I wouldn’t—”
Hearing “hot-headed” ignited Long Xiao’s fury, and he stood up.
But the next moment, a cold voice froze him in place.
“Dragon Lady.”
“Go, make your husband calm down.”
