Martial Cultivator

The demon race's capital city was black, perhaps related to their beliefs. The demons firmly believed that they originated from a black mysterious bird, hence totems of this bird could be seen throughout the capital city.

The big and tall capital city housed the most number of demons. They were the most loyal citizens of the Demon Emperor. At least, during the time when the Demon Emperor was powerful.

As for the less imposing demon race imperial city, it was situated at the very center of the capital city. In the entire imperial city, there was only one gate that allowed entry and exit. It represented the supreme authority of the demon race. But now, the gate of the demon race imperial city had been shut for half a month.

The snowfall in the capital city was heavy, especially in recent days, with the wind howling like sharp blades.

The demon race's court sessions did not need to convene every day. According to convention, they were usually held once a month. During these court sessions, the demon race would clarify the tasks for the upcoming month and organize any unfinished matters from the previous month. Fortunately, the demon race did not have many administrative affairs to deal with. The great demons who had profound cultivation realms, quietly submitted in their respective territories. Therefore, the court sessions were often just a mere formality. Everyone knew that there were no court sessions in the history of the demon race; the current court sessions were a product of influence from the southern human race.

In fact, over the countless years of confrontation between the demon race and the human race, the two races had been inevitably influencing each other. Similar to how there were demons who now enjoyed tea and appreciated the chess games passed down from the humans.

The court sessions which were usually overlooked had now become eagerly anticipated by all.

The next court session was in three days.

In other words, in three days, the gates of the demon race's imperial city would once again open, and the loyal subjects of the demon race would have to decide whether to remain loyal once more.

Regarding the Demon Emperor, they used to have absolute trust in him, considering him the most powerful existence in the world. Unfortunately, this time, they were greatly disappointed. The monarch of the human race ventured deep into the desolate north, even reaching the Onan River. Such a thing had never happened before and was not accepted by them. For the demon race, it was a disgrace. As the Demon Emperor, what he should do was to wipe away the disgrace and kill the human monarch right there and then.

But in reality, that human monarch did not die. Instead, he traveled all the way south, crossing over thirty thousand miles of the desolate north.

It was hard for people not to have some thoughts about such a result.

The biggest concern was: What happened to the emperor of the demon race?

Was he still at his peak, and did he still have the ability to control the demon race?

This was the question lingering in the minds of the entire demon race, and, of course, this question must have an answer.

If this answer did not satisfy them, then the result would definitely be unfavorable for the Demon Emperor.

The entire capital city was filled with a sense of killing intent, and the closer it got to the court session, the stronger it became.

In the closest tavern to the capital city, there was the most stimulating liquor and the largest number of demons.

They lived at the bottom, unable to obtain the most accurate information, so they could only get closer to the imperial city, hoping to see something.

But obviously, they would not be able to see anything, and they had no way of knowing anything.

In such an atmosphere, the tension heightened. Inside the entire tavern, the aroma of alcohol lingered, as if a sniff would make one drunk.

“Someone like His Majesty, how could he be helpless when facing the human monarch? In my opinion, His Majesty must have some old wounds, or perhaps he has other plans, with no intention of killing that human monarch. Otherwise, he would not have been able to leave the Onan River!"

"Not necessarily so. Even if it's His Majesty, he shouldn't have let that human monarch come to the Onan River. The information I heard is that the human monarch was boasting, saying he would lead the human army to the Onan River in the future. What does this mean? The Onan River is next to our capital city! That human monarch's ambitions are outrageous!"

"In recent years, our battles at the Great Wall have not been as successful as before. I have to admit that the human monarch is indeed one of the top rulers in the world. But, just in terms of cultivation, he's just a martial artist. How could he be a match for His Majesty?!"

"However, despite all this, the fact now lies before our eyes. His Majesty did not manage to make that human monarch stay behind..."

The tavern was filled with noisy voices. These demons living at the bottom drank alcohol and naturally talked nonsense under the influence of alcohol. But no one paid much attention to them. Some would join in agreement, while others would refute.

It was very noisy in the tavern.

In a corner, a young demon girl had been sitting for a long time. Only after hearing that, did she furrow her brows. She looked no different from a human girl, except her eyes lacked pupils, appearing entirely white. Her hair was a mix of black and white, which did not look strange, but gave her a somewhat peculiar beauty instead.

Listening to the noisy voices, the girl slowly stood up and left the tavern.

Lifting the curtain of the tavern's entrance, the wind and snow immediately rushed in.

The other demons inside the wine shop grumbled and shouted a few words, but the girl ignored them and walked alone into the wind and snow.

However, after just a few steps, a figure appeared in front of her.

It was a slightly strange-looking young man. Turning around and looking at the girl in front of him, the young man smiled and said, "Greetings, Your Highness the Princess."

Having ruled over the demon race for so many years, the Demon Emperor naturally had many offspring. There were many princes, but only one princess.

The girl narrowed her eyes as she looked at the somewhat peculiar young man, and said coldly, "Get lost."

The young man narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when the princess said, "You'd better think carefully. Royal Father hasn't died yet, and whether he remains the Demon Emperor in a few days is uncertain."

Her words carried a lot of practical significance, but the most practical aspect was that she conveyed a message.

After the young man slightly furrowed his brow, he indeed became more restrained, adopting a somewhat respectful attitude. However, he still did not step aside, only asking, "Everyone just wants to know an answer. Your Highness wouldn't withhold even this answer, would you?"

Listening to this, the girl raised an eyebrow, "What do you all want to know?"

The young man represented not only himself but also the influential figures behind him, scattered throughout the royal court. The piece of information they sought likely held significant importance for the court session in three days.

"We just want to know if, after His Majesty returned to the palace, has that main gate ever opened, and has Your Highness ever gone in to see His Majesty?"

The young man looked at the girl, and his eyes had a peculiar gleam.

He was of a special demon race, with an innate ability to discern whether the other party was lying.

The girl looked at him calmly and said, "After Royal Father returned to the palace, I haven't seen Royal Father."

She did not evade the question, just stared straight at the young man.

In those eyes without visible pupils, no one could discern her emotions.