Scumbag Chapter 132 The Enchanting Demon King is a Living Lei Feng (44)

At this time, Ji Yanjun was seriously injured, and He Huan had no choice but to care for him for several days, which aroused the dissatisfac

At this time, Ji Yanjun was seriously injured, and He Huan had no choice but to care for him for several days, which aroused the dissatisfaction of other great demonic beasts and demon generals.

Can a cripple without horns be a Demon Lord? Is he worthy?

Therefore, while the demonic beast tribes were still in turmoil, internal power struggles erupted among the demons as well.

Ambitious demon generals vied for He Huan’s favor while expanding their own influence, pushing Ji Yanjun aside.

For a time, both the demons and demonic beasts were thrown into disarray.

He Huan couldn’t understand how things had spiraled so out of control.

She tried to mediate, balancing her attention to keep everyone obedient, but her lackeys each wanted to monopolize her.

In the eyes of the great demonic beasts and demon generals, only the strongest deserved to be He Huan’s sole consort, so the competition between them grew even fiercer.

The chaos lasted for four years.

In the end, the eagle, fox, and wolf tribes, who were now free from He Huan’s influence, separated from the demonic faction and occupied more than a dozen cities. The remaining demon tribes, who were still loyal to He Huan, also formed their own faction.

The once-unified demonic faction was now irreparably fractured.

He Huan used her charm to lure several demon generals, allowing Ji Yanjun to devour them and restore some of his strength, thus regaining control over the demon race.

After wasting so much time, He Huan could wait no longer.

She didn't want to stay in the Cultivation World and get entangled with these useless demons and demonic beasts.

She had to obtain the Phoenix’s beast core and the parasol tree’s spirit core as soon as possible to ascend to the Immortal Realm.

She really couldn't stay in this messy Cultivation World any longer!

Thus, the war horns sounded, and the combined armies of demons and demonic beasts marched toward human territory.

The Ancestors, elders and disciples of various sects, who had been prepared for a long time, stood guard at the borders, each with their assigned roles.

He Huan stood atop a high platform and issued a proclamation to human race that as long as the Phoenix was handed over, the demons and demonic beasts would retreat to their own territories and would no longer invade the human race. They could also sign a peace agreement with the human race.

"Who’s calling for your grandpa?"

A fiery red Phoenix soared into the sky, looking down at He Huan with disdain.

"After all these years, why are you still so ugly? Don't you know how to read minds? Come on, read my thoughts right now!"

"So you really knew?"

He Huan was shocked.

‘So, whether it was the mind blocking technique or resisting my charm, it was the Phoenix that started it? How did he know?’

"Phoenix, I just admire you and have no ill will towards you." He Huan wore somewhat revealing clothes, which accentuated her figure to the fullest.

She looked at Mingting with an infatuated, lovesick expression, as if he were her soulmate, which made Mingting thoroughly disgusted.

"Ugh…"

"Stop disgusting me, I can smell your disgusting stench from miles away. You’re even stinkier than that stinky fox back then."

Mingting spit out a branch, and the small tree took root and grew rapidly. In just a few dozen seconds, it grew into a towering sacred parasol tree, its crown piercing the clouds, its height unfathomable.

"Hey, ugly! Didn’t you want the parasol tree’s spirit core to refine your bone structure? The ancient parasol wood of our Phoenix Clan is here! Come and get it!"

Mingting perched on a branch of the parasol tree, and his gorgeous phoenix tail swayed in the wind.

"My beast core and the treasures passed down by the Phoenix Clan are all here too. Let’s see if you have what it takes to claim them!"

With her schemes exposed so bluntly, He Huan could no longer keep up the act.

‘Since the Phoenix couldn’t be lured with mere flirtation, then I could only speak with my fists.’

What He Huan didn't expect was that her charm was completely useless to the human race, and the ‘Heart Sutra’ that Leng Rong exchanged for his life was fake!

‘The human race is very treacherous!’

The battle raged for seven days and nights before a temporary ceasefire.

At first, it was a battle between the low-level soldiers of demonic factions and human disciples below the Golden Core stage.

Two days later, it was the Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators against the mid-level soldiers.

By the final two days, all lesser combatants withdrew, leaving the great demonic beasts and demon generals against sects’ Ancestors fighting in a cataclysmic showdown.

Fengtian didn't understand why Mingting and the Ancestors didn’t intervene despite seeing young disciples fall.

Mingting then told it that this was the unspoken rule of the Cultivation World’s battlefields.

If high-level cultivators of the human race slaughtered low-level demons to save their disciples, then the great demonic beasts and demon generals would retaliate by massacring human juniors.

Demons and demonic beasts had longer lifespans, higher reproduction rates, and greater combat power than human race.

If the battlefield devolved into high-level indiscriminate slaughter, human race would suffer far worse losses in the end.

This rule was established thousands of years ago by the Ancestors of the human race.

The demons and demonic beasts originally disagreed and deliberately tortured and killed low-level cultivators on the battlefield. Later, several Ancestors of the human race joined forces and slaughtered ten cities of demons and demonic beasts before they finally compromised. Since then, this rule has been in place.

[But, I don't want to see good people die…]

Fengtian's eyes were red.

He had followed Mingting and lived among various sects for over a hundred years. He knew many of the junior disciples and could even call them by name.

Although they couldn’t see it, Fengtian had developed deep feelings for these young disciples.

Over the past few days, some of the people Fengtian knew had been injured, some were crippled, and some had lost their lives... From the time it became a System to now, it had never witnessed anything so tragic.

Fengtian buried its face in Mingting's shoulder and sobbed loudly.

"Cultivating immortality is inherently defying the heavens, fighting against fate for longevity. This is the cruelty of the Cultivation World!" Mingting patted Fengtian's head, "Don't worry, it will be over soon."