Chapter 1357: Ten Thousand Demons Conference

Yun Jianyue rolled her eyes. "In your mind, am I really that kind of brave but foolish idiot? How could I be so stupid as to seek my own demise?"

Yan Xuehen's lips curved slightly upward. "In my mind, you are indeed the kind of idiot who acts recklessly on impulse."

Yun Jianyue was speechless.

Just as the two women seemed on the verge of another argument, the eunuch's shrill voice echoed through the venue: "The Young Demon Empress has arrived!"

At that moment, a sweet fragrance seemed to permeate the air throughout the entire gathering. Immediately afterward, a graceful and captivating figure slowly flew in from the horizon.

As a gentle breeze swept by, her skirts fluttered, truly making her appear like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Many among the myriad races had long heard of the Young Demon Empress's renowned beauty, but this was their first time seeing her. Upon beholding her charming and exquisitely beautiful face, many eyes burned with desire, and some even shamelessly swallowed their saliva.

This was largely due to the wilder customs of the demon race; among humans, such behavior would be considered an act of great disrespect if strictly prosecuted.

"The Young Demon Empress is truly a peerless beauty of the demon realm," many whispered, unable to conceal their admiration.

Zu An thought to himself that these people truly had no fear of death. Each of them seemed to believe that with so many people talking, the Demon Emperor wouldn't hear their quiet remarks, completely unaware of how terrifying a terrestrial immortal's abilities could be.

To his surprise, however, the Demon Emperor remained seated high on his throne, his face as still as an ancient well, seemingly oblivious to the discussions.

Yu Yanluo seemed to sense his confusion and quietly explained, "The demon race is different from humans. Here, people don't mind others praising their wives' beauty; in fact, they consider it an honor."

"But the tone of these guys wasn't pure praise, was it?" Zu An asked, puzzled, noting that their manner suggested they wanted to drag the Young Demon Empress straight to bed.

Yu Yanluo's expression was also a little strange. "The customs here are indeed different; it's seen as further proof of her charm."

By this time, the Young Demon Empress had flown near the high platform. She was careful not to fly directly over the Demon Emperor's head, instead descending halfway up the platform before gracefully walking up the steps.

Her wide skirt naturally fanned out, trailing beautifully on the steps, making her look like a phoenix.

It must be said that at this moment, the Young Demon Empress exuded a noble aura befitting a mother figure to the realm.

After ascending the platform, she smiled and bowed to the Demon Emperor. "Your humble consort greets Your Majesty."

Her voice was sweet and delicate, sending shivers through many who heard it. They wondered how such a pleasant and captivating voice could exist in the world.

"Affected," Yun Jianyue scoffed, seemingly unable to tolerate such a coy demeanor from another woman.

Yan Xuehen smiled faintly. "Isn't your Demonic Sect's charm magic similar to this? Why are you mocking her?"

Zu An's heart stirred. It had always been said that Yun Jianyue's charm magic was exceptional, with even Qiu Honglei having learned from her.

Yet, despite spending so much time with her, he had never seen her employ it.

Zu An subconsciously glanced at Yun Jianyue. This woman was indeed breathtakingly beautiful, enough to topple kingdoms, but she was also a bit too fierce and domineering. He truly couldn't imagine what she would look like if she were to use charm magic.

"What are you looking at?" Yun Jianyue's phoenix eyes narrowed. She felt his gaze was strange, then turned to answer Yan Xuehen's question. "How can they be the same? Our technique is merely a means to toy with men; it doesn't mean it's our true nature. But this woman is naturally seductive, born to be a tease."

Yan Xuehen was speechless.

Yu Yanluo was speechless.

As women, especially beautiful ones, they truly disliked using such words to describe another woman, but then they remembered Yun Jianyue's personality and felt relieved.

At that moment, the Demon Emperor on the high platform nodded and extended his hand in a gesture, indicating for the Young Demon Empress to rise.

The Young Demon Empress smiled sweetly and then sat down in a smaller seat beside him.

As the two sat together, one incredibly aged and nearing the end of his life, the other as beautiful and charming as a blossoming peach, the many demons present seemed to find nothing amiss. In their minds, only a formidable powerhouse like the Demon Emperor was worthy of possessing such an unrivaled beauty as the Young Demon Empress.

Only Zu An's expression was peculiar. He wondered if these split souls were exactly like the main body. If they possessed all the same functions, wouldn't it be easy for one to cuckold oneself?

Or perhaps all three split souls at once...

The thought sent a chill down Zu An's spine. He could only blame the terrestrial immortals' lives for being too mysterious for outsiders to comprehend.

At that moment, an elder in solemn official robes stepped out to preside over the ceremony. Seeing his mouth full of black teeth, Zu An was startled. "Another one from the Black Tooth clan?"

Xing Nu, who was beside him, explained, "He is the patriarch of the Black Tooth clan, the Demon Race's imperial uncle, and the current Grand Minister of Works, Hei Chi Fei. He has an extremely close relationship with Crown Prince Jinwu, leading the Crown Prince's faction. Furthermore, due to his connection with the former Great Demon Empress, he presides over all major ceremonies of the demon race."

Zu An nodded and looked towards the stage, noticing that Crown Prince Jinwu had also made his entrance. He arrived in his exceptionally flashy golden war chariot, pulled by six flood dragons. Coupled with his glittering golden armor, he appeared majestic and formidable, exuding an extraordinary aura that prompted cheers from his supporters among the various clans.

Since the demon race revered strength, it would obviously be detrimental to his succession if he showed any weakness at such a grand event, which was why he had specifically applied makeup.

Zu An's gaze fell upon the golden war chariot. He thought to himself, "This thing is truly impressive. When can I snatch it to be my own ride?"

At that moment, he noticed another defiant gaze also fixed on Crown Prince Jinwu; it belonged to the Second Prince, who was positioned at the very front beneath the high platform.

His lips were twisted into a sneer as he stared disdainfully at Crown Prince Jinwu, who was receiving cheers on the platform.

For a moment, Zu An felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he was seeing that classic photo from his previous life: "Three Stripes and the Disdainful Emperor."

It seemed the Second Prince indeed harbored rebellious intentions. However, Crown Prince Jinwu would soon succeed as the new Demon Emperor, so what could the Second Prince do even if he remained defiant?

Beside the Second Prince stood three individuals dressed in yellow robes, all significantly younger than him. Presumably, these were the Third and Fourth Princes.

The youngest, seemingly only six or seven years old, was exquisitely delicate-looking but tried hard to appear mature. He gazed up at the Demon Emperor and the Young Demon Empress on the high platform, his face showing a look of filial devotion.

This was, of course, the Young Prince, the Young Demon Empress's biological son.

Zu An secretly nodded. It was no wonder the Young Demon Empress harbored other thoughts; her son was simply too young, and she herself was too youthful. If the Crown Prince ascended as the new Demon Emperor, their mother and son's situation would be incredibly awkward.

However, with the Young Prince being so small, could she really force her son onto the throne?

In the front row, besides these princes, stood a group of imposing figures. These were clearly the important ministers of the Demon Race's court.

The one next to Little Golden Roc King, dressed in colorful robes, was likely Peacock Mingwang. Indeed, he was very handsome, no wonder he could father a daughter as beautiful as Kong Nanwu.

Furthermore, the Elf King was not present; his daughter, Princess Xue, attended in his stead.

At this moment, Qiao Xueying was frequently glancing in their direction. Her gaze met Zu An's, and her previously anxious expression instantly relaxed.

Having not seen each other for several days, both had been worried about the other. Now, finally confirming each other's safety, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The two gazed steadily at each other, as if there was too much longing they wished to express.

On the high platform, the Young Demon Empress, as someone in the know, had been secretly observing Qiao Xueying. Seeing this scene, a playful expression appeared on her face. "What a pair of lovesick fools," she thought. She had been somewhat worried her plan wouldn't succeed, but now it seemed she had a little more confidence.