NFBE Chapter 564 The Asura Clan
Chapter 564 The Asura Clan
"That's true, that's how you treat those two little spiders."
The inner demon teased Xue Tong again, then took the man's hand and walked out of the void, arriving before the two bound alien races.
Upon closer inspection, Xue Tong saw what was binding the cube and the five-pointed star: dense threads formed from demonic energy, binding them like rice dumplings, ready to be cooked in a pot.
The girl couldn't help but glance at the inner demon beside her:
"Treat them well; after all, they are subordinates of Xue Lan's friend."
"Row!"
The inner demon snapped its fingers, and the threads formed by the demonic energy snapped instantly. Xue Tong watched as the black pentagram fell to the ground and transformed into a beautiful and refined girl in black after a puff of black smoke.
Xue Tong: There really aren't any ugly ones!
The girl looked timidly at the inner demon behind Xue Tong, her eyes filled with obvious fear. The Soul-Devouring Beast stood in front of her, letting out a low growl at the inner demon.
"I am not a demon!"
The inner demon smiled at the girl: "Are you two hundred years old? How dare He Zhui let you out to find the demon soul?"
A look of panic crossed the girl's face. She looked up at her inner demon, and then a light and pleasant voice echoed in Xue Tong's mind:
"Who are you? How do you know our lord's name?"
"Can't she speak?" Xue Tong couldn't help but send a telepathic message to her inner demon.
"All living beings in the Thousand Realms of Ghosts are collectively known as the Asura Clan. Ten thousand years ago, the Asura Clan offered up their territory to imprison the demon souls that died in the Yuanming Realm. They also signed a contract with the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm and gained the ability to devour demon souls."
"But this ability comes at a price."
The inner demon looked at the girl holding the Soul-Devouring Beast, and his tone carried a faint sigh:
"Before she turned two hundred, she had to devour demon souls in the Demon-Suppressing Pool at the center of the Thousand Realms of Ghosts, and that's how her tongue was devoured."
Xue Tong was startled, then spoke softly:
"That must hurt a lot."
The inner demon nodded slightly, took a step forward, and spoke to the girl in black:
"You're here to find those vanished demonic souls, right?"
The girl in black looked at the inner demon before her, her heart filled with doubt. Xue Tong heard her voice again in her mind:
"I don't even know who you are, why should I tell you?"
Xue Tong noticed that the girl's body was trembling slightly when she said this, and she looked extremely frightened.
The inner demon noticed this as well. The woman smiled gently and conjured a white wolf tail and ears for herself.
"I am a demon cultivator from the Silver Moon Wolf clan."
"Are you an adult of the Silver Moon Wolf clan?" The girl in black asked softly, looking at the inner demon, and released the Soul-Devouring Beast from her grasp.
"Xiao Zhou, go and take a look."
Then Xue Tong saw the square-shaped Soul-Devouring Beast waddle over to the Heart Demon, sniffing at the man's skirt before flipping over and lying on its belly on the ground.
Xue Tong was shocked and immediately grabbed the inner demon's sleeve, saying:
"You poisoned them!"
The inner demon shook off her hand with displeasure: "What poison did I use? It did it willingly."
"Sister, it's alright."
Just as Xue Tong was about to explode, the girl in black suddenly stepped forward and hugged the Soul-Devouring Beast, a sheepish smile on her face.
"The Xiaozhou clan has a long-standing story."
"They said that as long as you make a pillow for the Silver Moon Wolf, you won't be bothered."
Xue Tong was truly speechless.
Although the Wolf King is no longer in the martial world, her legend lives on everywhere.
They've even given people the bloodline mark of automatically turning into pillows.
Xue Tong sighed softly and turned to look at her inner demon:
"Let's take her to find Xue Lan. I wonder what Xue Lan is doing now?"
Lord Wolf is in a very awkward situation because the people in the weapon-refining cave are too enthusiastic.
The story begins a while ago, before an incense stick had burned.
Xue Lan knocked on the door of the weapon-refining cave. A young man dressed in a light brown outfit opened the door. His eyes were bright and piercing, and he exclaimed in surprise the moment he saw her:
"Senior Sister Xue!"
The young man's bright eyes shone with intense joy and fervor as he looked at Xue Lan as if she were some rare treasure.
“Master Xue…Does the workshop owner still recognize me? When you were temporarily resting at Qingshuitai last time, you taught me how to forge weapons. My name is Jin Haiping.”
Xue Lan suddenly remembered the person in front of her. The woman looked Jin Haiping up and down, then smiled and said:
"I remember, of course I remember."
How could Lord Wolf not remember his night school students?
“But I remember that back then, Junior Brother Jin, you always sat alone at the very back of the cave, quite calm and reserved. Today you seem to be much more talkative.”
The young man blocking the doorway chuckled upon hearing this, a slightly unnatural blush creeping onto his face.
"I'm just so excited!"
"You are now the head of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop! All the weapon cultivators in the entire Yuanming Lower Realm worship you!"
"The entire Yuanming lower realm?" Xue Lan couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing Jin Haiping's words.
"I do not believe."
She didn't believe it, but someone else made her believe it. The instant Xue Lan finished speaking, Jin Haiping shouted into the weapon-refining cave:
"Master Xue has arrived!"
The surroundings were silent. Xue Lan, who had originally intended to run, slowly retracted her left foot that had been extended.
"I knew you were talking nonsense, there aren't that many people..."
Before Xue Lan could finish her sentence, she saw the young man facing her give her a strange smile. At the same time, she saw a dark, wall-like mass of shadows surrounding her from behind.
The owner of Wan Gong Fang, who was highly sought after by weapon cultivators in the lower realm, turned around somewhat stiffly, and what came into view was the resolute chin of a weapon cultivator junior brother.
Xue Lan gritted her teeth; she hated people taller than her the most.
She has been diligently swinging the hammer for over a decade, and her arms are almost muscular, so why isn't she as tall as these people?
Jin Haiping watched as his idol, Master Xue, turned his head as if he were a puppet, his tone carrying a faint struggle:
"Your weapon-refining caves aren't very soundproof. How come a single sentence could alert several caves nearby?"
"Master Xue, have you forgotten?" Jin Haiping asked slowly, looking at Xue Lan.
"When you were refining weapons here last time, your two Crimson Jade Spiders dug through all nine caves in this row!"
Xue Lan's memory returned instantly, and the woman's face turned ashen; she froze into a statue in an instant.
It turns out that this was all her own doing.
"Alright then." Xue Lan said weakly, raising her hand to beckon to the weapon refiners in front of her:
"Since you're already here, I'll give you some pointers."
"Line up one by one."
"Those who are too tall, go to the back. I feel uncomfortable looking at them!"