But Han Jiulin was not clean on this journey, because Shen Hongying had forced Nangong Yuling to arrange for her to sit in the same carriage with her, but she had no right to refuse given her status at this time.
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"Brother Jiulin, you came to this ancient Jedi city and mixed into the ranks of our bloodthirsty demon sect because you wanted to go to Black Dragon Cliff. What did you want to do when you went to Black Dragon Cliff?"
Shen Hongying whispered in Han Jiulin's ear. At this time, she was wearing a thick mink coat, but it still couldn't hide her explosive figure. However, Han Jiulin remained unmoved like an old monk in trance.
"Miss Ying'er, I am a member of the Qinglong Palace, so I am affiliated with the imperial court, and you are the young master of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect's Slaughter Altar. Even if I have a mission, do you think I would be stupid enough to tell you directly?
"
Han Jiulin glanced at her and said.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, Ying'er will marry you sooner or later. As the saying goes, when you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, and when you marry a dog, follow the dog. Naturally, I am helping my future husband!"
Shen Hongying leaned into Han Jiulin's ear and exhaled a warm breath while talking. She originally thought that Han Jiulin would at least react a little bit, but when she saw him, he still looked calm as usual.
Han Jiulin said: "Miss Ying'er, there is a gap in positions between the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect and the Qinglong Palace. Even if I agree to marry you, there will definitely be no elders in the Qinglong Palace who will agree."
"Before you are deeply in love, you should go and find a young talent as soon as possible. The Shenwu Continent is so vast, and with your beauty and figure, why worry about not finding a suitable husband?
There is no need to waste all your efforts on Han Jiulin."
After hearing this, Shen Hongying immediately stood up, turned to sit in front of Han Jiulin, looked at his eyes, and spoke very seriously:
"I fell in love with you at first sight. Even if ten thousand years pass, my feelings for you will never waver! What's more, even if I search the entire Shenwu Continent, there will never be anyone more outstanding and handsome than you, Brother Jiulin.
A man!"
“And who said it’s impossible for someone from the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect to marry someone from the Qinglong Palace?
More than twenty years ago, didn’t the previous Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect marry a young prince from the Qinglong Palace?”
Han Jiulin said: "Do you know about this?"
Shen Hongying nodded and continued:
"Although the sect leader does not allow anyone under the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect to mention this matter, we will still discuss it quietly in private.
I heard that the demon sect saint was the beloved daughter of the sect leader, but she later severed the father-daughter relationship with the sect leader because of love."
"But I wasn't born yet at that time, so I only found out about it by hearing other people talk about it. I actually don't know the inside story very well."
"According to what you said, the Demonic Saint had severed all ties with the Demonic Sect Master more than 20 years ago?"
Han Jiulin asked.
Shen Hongying nodded and said: "Yes, but ten years ago, after the young prince and the last demon sect saint were killed by the dog emperor, the sect leader personally led many sect masters into the imperial capital."
"Hey, the lord of the sect is hard-spoken and soft-hearted after all. How can a father-daughter relationship that has been in love for many years be broken off at the drop of a hat?
It's a pity that the sect master couldn't avenge his daughter in the end.
And after that, the sect leader entered a state of seclusion."
"This seclusion lasted for a full ten years, and before the seclusion, the sect leader also ordered that all the disciples of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect will never be allowed to enter the imperial capital again."
"No wonder I have never seen any cultivators from the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect in the imperial capital since I traveled to the Shenwu Continent. So that's how it is..." Han Jiulin thought to himself after hearing this.
Shen Hongying is two years younger than Han Jiulin, so she doesn't actually know much about what happened that year. She doesn't even know that Han Jiulin is the son of the previous demon sect saint and Han Hongyi.
Han Jiulin turned to ask: "Miss Ying'er, why do you want to go to Black Dragon Cliff?"
Shen Hongying laughed when she heard this and said: "Not only am I going to Black Dragon Cliff, but on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month this year, all the masters of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect will gather on Black Dragon Cliff to hold a demon sect conference!"
"Devil Cult Conference?
Could it be that the leader of the Demon Sect is about to leave seclusion?"
Han Jiulin asked.
"It seems so. It is said that this Demonic Conference is of extraordinary significance. The actions after this are likely to change the current structure of the entire Shenwu Continent!"
Although Han Jiulin asked, he was just out of curiosity. The matter of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect had nothing to do with him.
In the final analysis, my trip to Black Dragon Cliff was just to find out the truth and search for as much key evidence as possible to prove the truth.
Five days later…
During these five days, the wind and snow were howling along the way, and the journey was difficult, but these were nothing. What really frightened the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect and the others was the corpse inside the iron box.
Every night for the past five days, there would be violent vibrations in the iron box, and a series of shrill screams could be heard in everyone's ears. But tonight, the abnormality seemed extremely serious.
Those cultivators who had seen the power of the corpses in the iron box were all frightened. If it weren't for the demonic saints who were on duty during this trip, I'm afraid these people would have fled one after another.
Seeing that the corpses in the iron box were erupting with more and more movement, the demonic saint could not help but frown. Then she took out a bowl-shaped sixth-grade purple magic weapon from her arms and floated it in the huge iron mouth under the control of her spiritual energy.
above the box.
Then, during the transfer of spiritual energy from the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, the purple alms bowl instantly expanded to a huge size in the blink of an eye, and then suppressed it towards the iron box, causing the corpses inside to gradually become more mature.
When Han Jiulin heard the sound, he couldn't help but poke his head out of the carriage to look in the direction of the iron box. Then he felt the power of the huge purple bowl making the blood surge in his body.
"The cultivation of this demonic saint is truly unfathomable."
Seeing this situation, Han Jiulin couldn't help but admire the practice of this demonic saint.
Shen Hongying on the side heard Han Jiulin's words and immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, if Her Royal Highness the Saint is not unparalleled in talent, I am afraid that it will be Sister Nangong who becomes the Saint of the Demon Sect at this time."
"Um?
How do you say this?"
Han Jiulin asked after hearing this.
Shen Hongying looked into Han Jiulin's clear eyes with a smile, and then continued:
"Sister Nangong is the granddaughter of the sect master. She is also very talented. She was originally the best candidate for a saint in everyone's eyes.
But unfortunately, Her Highness the Saint’s cultivation aptitude is too unbelievable, so she passed on the position of Saint to Sister Nangong.”
"I heard from my mother that Her Highness the Saint's cultivation potential is unparalleled. It seems to have reached a level that is rarely seen in three thousand years..."