Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1396 - 1389: Diplomatic Etiquette

Chapter 1396: Chapter 1389: Diplomatic Etiquette

The Demon Clan is not despised by the people of Kyushu, but feared. Beyond the fear, they are still very intrigued by the Demon Clan.

Just like Yichuan Yong, who had been unable to take his eyes off Zisu since the first time he saw her.

Given the existence of the Ancestors, Cheng Ziang highly suspected that the Demon Clan might actually be the Elf Race of the East Continent, both created by the Ancestors. Otherwise, why would the Demon Clan possess the same characteristics as the Elf Race, that is, the stability of dominant traits in their descendants?

Thinking of this, he grew more and more eager for Luo’er and Baiyue. He was very curious to know which of the offspring between the Elf Race and the Demon Clan would exhibit stronger dominant traits.

However, Yichuan Yong was polite to Zisu, but not so much to Cheng Ziang and his group. He probably regarded the three as Zisu’s attendants, so he just glanced at them coldly and ignored them.

To avoid being recognized again, Feng wore a hood and covered his face in an attempt to conceal his identity.

It wasn’t just Feng; even Cheng Ziang and his group were puzzled. Feng had been sent to the Western Continent when she was still a baby, yet somehow these people could still recognize her. Perhaps the royal features of the Dongsheng Empire were indeed very distinct?

"These three are my personal bodyguards and must stay close to protect me," Zisu noticed Yichuan Yong’s gesture to dismiss the three and thus turned around to state expressionlessly.

"You needn’t worry, Young Mansion. Once inside the Mansion, it’s all our own people, there will be no danger," Yichuan Yong assured her.

"I said they must stay close to protect me, this is not my decision to make," Zisu was not naive enough to believe the enemy’s assurance. Once inside the Mansion, Cheng Ziang and his group had to stay close, only then she could feel at ease.

"Understood, understood!" Yichuan Yong nodded repeatedly, seemingly belittled by Zisu’s beauty.

Facing this scene, Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke exchanged glances and silently smiled. Yichuan Yong, seeing their smiles, glared at them fiercely.

Upon entering the Mansion, the group finally encountered the real soldiers of the Nine Thousand Battalion. These men were all young and robust, clearly well-trained. Feng could distinctly sense that many of them were Cultivators, and not modest in skill, certainly not mere mediocrities like the Dongsheng General.

As an envoy, Zisu was already quite bold, but she could not help feeling nervous under such oppressive presence. In stark contrast, Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke seemed calm, apparently not at all panicked by the surrounding Cultivators.

Cultivators were indeed not easy to deal with, but Cheng Ziang and his group had the support of technology and divine powers. To put it bluntly, even if a fight broke out right then, he was not at a disadvantage.

With the Yuanzi gun, he could eliminate any nearby threats, and then summon the Grim Reaper, turning it into a one-sided slaughter.

In fact, if not for the limitations of the pendant where they reside, Demigods could be considered the most formidable weapon in the Otherworld. Gods might not need to consider such limitations, but they are constrained by their divinity and cannot act recklessly; Demigods, however, are different.

The Ancestors defined Demigods as Forbidden Curse Level Magic, beyond the constraints of gods. This allowed for, as long as the summoner could protect the pendant, a nearly invincible Demigod.

When Yalunte handed Liseya over to Cheng Ziang, he was somewhat displeased, thinking he had disturbed the rest of the ancestors. But now, it seemed Yalunte’s intuition was incredibly accurate; he had likely predicted that Cheng Ziang might encounter trouble and preemptively sought Liseya’s assistance.

With Liseya’s help, Cheng Ziang could almost move unchallenged in the Otherworld, neither advanced technological weapons nor high-grade Magic could touch him. Essentially, the core of power in the Otherworld is Magic, and Liseya is a Demigod with unrestricted access to Magic, far surpassing any high-grade Mage or Cultivator.

Of course, Yalunte probably understood Cheng Ziang’s character as well, which is why he agreed to call Liseya. Because Demigods are too invincible, if Cheng Ziang harbored ill intentions, he would undoubtedly abuse the power, resulting in irreversible consequences.

Liseya is a learning-type assassin; she continuously studies the way enemies use Magic to launch targeted attacks. In her last battle with the General, she had accumulated considerable experience fighting the Cultivators. Now, encountering Cultivators again, her attacks would not be as protracted as before.

Fortunately, Cheng Ziang had been very restrained in the use of his power. Having encountered so many troubles since arriving in the East Continent, he had only summoned Liseya once. This seemed to be influenced by Luo’er, though Cheng Ziang would definitely not admit it voluntarily.

"Hmm, rubbish!" Cheng Ziang muttered under his breath as he followed Zisu.

Hearing his curses, Hu Daoke joined in, cursing with every step. Both of them spoke in Chinese, so the people in Kyushu couldn’t understand at all. They just felt the two men muttering strange sounds.

Hu Daoke turned his head and saw Feng clenching his fists tightly, his gaze wary as he surveyed the cultivators around them. So, he casually put an arm around Feng’s shoulders and said, "Don’t worry, with your big brother here to help, there won’t be any trouble, you won’t even have to lift a finger."

Feng blinked his big eyes, looked at him, and then at Cheng Ziang. After receiving approval from his gaze, she reluctantly let down her guard, but still appeared somewhat nervous.

Walking through the long courtyard, the group, led by Yichuan Yong, arrived at the meeting lounge. As soon as they entered the lounge, they saw an old man, appearing to be in his fifties, seated calmly in a chair, awaiting them.

The old man wore traditional Kyushu attire, topped with a plain hat. His face was somewhat gaunt, with a long beard that was starting to go white.

"Please, take a seat!" The old man gestured toward the chairs next to him as he saw Zisu and her group arrive.

"Thank you..." Zisu, about to sit down without giving it much thought, was immediately stopped by Cheng Ziang.

"Hold on, there’s something off about this chair." Cheng Ziang stopped Zisu and then walked straight up to the chair. Giving the old man a mocking glance, he suddenly drew his long sword and chopped the chair in half.

The wooden chair couldn’t withstand the slicing of Kedal metal, and Cheng Ziang didn’t even feel much resistance as he cleaved it into two.

"What are you doing!" Yichuan Clan instinctively took a step back, pointing at him and shouting sternly.

As his shout echoed, private soldiers immediately rushed into the lounge. At the same time, soldiers hiding in the shadows also appeared, staring intently at him with hostile eyes.

"Don’t move..." Yichuan Yong backed up directly in front of Feng, who didn’t hesitate and slowly drew her long sword. Taking advantage of Yichuan Yong’s distraction, she placed the blade against his throat.

"What is the meaning of this?" The old man remained calm in his seat, squinting at Cheng Ziang.

"Don’t be so tense, sheathe the swords, everyone sheathe your swords." Cheng Ziang smiled slightly, sheathing his sword while signaling to everyone.

Seeing him sheathe his sword, Feng also moved her blade away from Yichuan Yong’s neck. Faced with this scene, the old man took a deep breath and then closed his eyes and waved his hand. The crowd of private soldiers exchanged glances and slowly withdrew from the lounge.

"Please forgive my rudeness, the chair seemed somewhat unstable. Could you replace it with a sturdier one?" Cheng Ziang clapped his hands as he spoke.

Hearing his words, the old man lowered his head in silence for a moment, then suddenly revealed a faint smile and gestured to Yichuan Yong, who nodded, glared at Cheng Ziang, and left the lounge.

"As a diplomat, representing the Demon Clan, be careful not to let others take advantage of you." Cheng Ziang passed by Zisu and whispered softly to her.

Reminded by him, Zisu stood bewildered for a while before it dawned on her. If she wasn’t mistaken, the chair she was about to sit on was indeed lower than the one the old man was sitting in.

Normally, this wouldn’t be considered an insult, but in a diplomatic setting, such petty tricks were quite distasteful.