Chapter 142

"You want me to tell you? Fine... but first—go die! Hahaha!"
Mo Jiu had returned to his arrogant self.

He was a demon—how could he possibly bow to a mere human cultivator? What a joke. Even if his main body had abandoned him, so what? He was Mo Jiu, son of the Demon Emperor—how could someone like Han Luo ever desecrate his dignity?

Yet Han Luo wasn’t surprised.
He’d already anticipated every possible scenario, and Mo Jiu trying to act tough was just one of them.

Which was why he had prepared a backup plan.

A faint numbing gas began to fill the sealed realm.
With his demonic energy sealed and only his physical body remaining, Mo Jiu was soon affected.

"You... what are you doing?" Mo Jiu asked, slightly panicked as his body became unresponsive.

"Relax. I’m just gathering some... data. It won’t take long," Han Luo said calmly, sending a squad of puppets into the chamber.

"You... what are you planning?"
Mo Jiu didn’t know what was coming, but something told him it would be very, very bad.
Especially when he found himself strapped face-down to a table while a line of puppets queued up behind him. A growing sense of doom filled his heart.

"I know your kind, Mo Jiu. Demons are powerful—in strength and will—but you do have weaknesses. And your greatest weakness is your obsession with honor. You value honor more than life itself. In your society, the weak are trampled by the strong—honor determines status. So here’s what I’m going to do: I’ll humiliate you. I’ll record the entire process and then broadcast it on a giant screen in the Golden Battlefield for the entire demon race to see. They’ll watch as the proud ninth son of the Demon Emperor is captured, humiliated, and broken. Your name will be forever tarnished, and your father—the great Demon Emperor who seeks to unite your race—will become a laughingstock."

Han Luo spoke evenly, but his plan was anything but calm.
Mo Jiu was already starting to crack.

"You wouldn’t dare! Bastard! You wouldn’t dare!" Mo Jiu shouted.
He refused to believe Han Luo would go through with it. After all, he was the Demon Emperor’s son. Who would dare treat him this way?

"In this world, there’s nothing I, Han Luo, won’t do. And now... let’s begin."

Han Luo’s smile was practically demonic.
Mo Jiu’s expression, on the other hand, was pure fear—he now looked more like a human than a demon.

"Madman! You humans are all mad! All of you!" Mo Jiu howled, thrashing against his restraints.
But he could already feel the cold hands of the puppets touching his body. His composure shattered.

If Han Luo really went through with this... his father would disown him. The entire demon race would scorn him. That was something he absolutely could not allow.

"I’ll tell you what you want to know! Just stop this madness!"
Mo Jiu finally caved.

Just as Han Luo had predicted—honor was the demons’ Achilles’ heel.
Lose their honor, and they lose everything. As the ninth prince, Mo Jiu would rather die than see his father’s reputation—and his own—destroyed.

"See? Cooperation would’ve made this much smoother. Now everyone’s upset."
Truthfully, Han Luo wasn’t 100% sure this plan would work; demons were notoriously unpredictable. But his research had been spot on.

"Speak. Where did you enter the Eastern Domain from?"

Mo Jiu stared at him, trying to read his intentions.
But he soon gave up.
Han Luo’s expression was utterly calm, like an emotionless puppet.

"I’m just a clone," Mo Jiu said. "I don’t know everything. All I can tell you is a rough location... it was an island. A dark island."

"A dark island..." Han Luo repeated, clearly skeptical.

"Mo Jiu, I think you still need some convincing."
He gestured to the puppets, preparing to carry out the "unspeakable act."

"I’m telling the truth!" Mo Jiu protested. "I’m a clone—not the main body. This is all I know! Torture me all you want—I can’t give you what I don’t have!"

"You don’t know?" Han Luo’s tone turned sharp.
"Mo Jiu, do you take me for a fool? You know the Spirit Sea beyond the Eastern Domain is vast—tens of thousands of times larger than the Eastern Domain itself. Now you’re telling me to search an entire sea for a random ‘dark island’? Are you begging for a beating?"

He raised his hand.
The puppets drew out a series of very intimidating tools.

"Wait! Wait!" Mo Jiu cried.
"Give me a moment. Let me think!"

He strained to recall any useful details.
But after a long silence, he shook his head. "I really don’t know!"

Han Luo studied him.
From Mo Jiu’s reaction, he could tell the demon really was clueless.
Just like a puppet wouldn’t know its creator’s secrets, a clone might not know its master’s plans.

"Fine. One more question. How long did it take you to fly from this dark island to the Eastern Domain?"

By calculating the travel time and estimated speed, Han Luo could roughly narrow down the island’s location.
It wouldn’t be perfect, but far better than blindly searching the entire Spirit Sea.

"About seventy days," Mo Jiu answered.

"Are you sure? If I go looking and you lied, you’ll regret it."
Han Luo’s threat was very real.

"I’m sure," Mo Jiu said earnestly.
This time, he was not lying.

"Good. I’ll believe you—for now. But if you’re wrong, I’ll come back personally."

Mo Jiu swallowed hard.
He couldn’t help but think: Is this guy really a human cultivator? Why does he feel more like a demon than I do?

"For now, that’ll do," Han Luo said. "Now... show me what you can do."

He had planned this all along.
Since Mo Jiu’s main body was still out there, Han Luo wanted to thoroughly study this clone’s techniques in case they met again.

Completely cowed, Mo Jiu obeyed.
Gone was the swagger of the Demon Emperor’s ninth son.

With Han Luo providing a portion of spiritual energy, Mo Jiu demonstrated several powerful techniques against Han Luo’s combat puppets.
Han Luo observed carefully.

"They’re certainly strong," Han Luo noted. "Now tell me—what are their weaknesses?"

Rather than figure it out himself, it was faster to ask directly.

Mo Jiu looked reluctant.
But glancing at the eager, tool-wielding puppets nearby, he gave in—listing each technique’s weaknesses one by one.

And under Han Luo’s... enthusiastic encouragement, he even explained several general weaknesses of the demon race itself.

Seeing Mo Jiu’s desperate survival instincts, Han Luo nodded with satisfaction.

"Don’t worry. Be good, and when I kill your main body, I’ll elevate you to the new Mo Jiu," he teased.

That comment made Mo Jiu visibly uncomfortable.
This guy’s clearly plotting something, he thought.

Their "friendly" exchanges would definitely continue. Han Luo wouldn’t stop until he had wrung out every last bit of useful information.

But for now, he had other priorities.

First, he sent a message to his senior uncle, Yun Yangzi, reporting everything about the demon infiltration.

Then, instead of leaving the sealed realm, he went to check two other nearby chambers.

Inside one were two captives—one fat, one thin.
Seeing them, Han Luo smiled.