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Chapter 19 - The Demon Ancestor’s Gifted Opportunities, We Must Seize Them!

Chapter 19: The Demon Ancestor’s Gifted Opportunities, We Must Seize Them!

In the depths of Shituo Ridge was a desolate mountain range in northern Kunlun teeming with Tang’s demons, skeletal peaks and bone-strewn valleys reeking of blood and decay. Within the Blood Demon Cave, three Demon Kings—Qing Shi (Green Lion), Bai Xiang (White Elephant), and Jinchi Dapeng (Golden-Winged Roc)—gathered.

“Hahaha! The Demon Emperor’s rebirth owes much to us,” Qing Shi roared, downing a vat-sized cup of crimson liquor. “Once he recovers and emerges, we’ll be richly rewarded!” Jinchi Dapeng’s beak glinted as he rasped, “Lord Demon Emperor said his revival hinged on a mysterious master, revered as the Demon Ancestor. In Hui Province, where Huang Mei set the array, Shu Mountain’s five elders attacked, but the Demon Ancestor crushed them with a single finger!” Bai Xiang’s eyes twitched. “Hiss… Those five elders trouble even us, yet the Demon Ancestor felled them in one move. His power is terrifying!”

“Indeed! Even the Demon Emperor bows to him,” Qing Shi mused. “If only we could align with such a figure…” The trio toasted, marveling at the Demon Ancestor’s might. A transcendent being, he commanded the Demon Emperor’s loyalty, leaving lesser demons like them unworthy of even speaking to him. Nearby, lesser demons listened, eyes gleaming, treating the tale as myth.

Mid-revelry, a soul transmission interrupted. The three set down their cups. “It’s Lord Demon Emperor’s soul message!” Qing Shi’s eyes blazed as he deciphered it. A voice echoed in their minds: “Qing Shi, Bai Xiang, Jinchi Dapeng, this is a supreme opportunity, bestowed by my Master. Use it wisely. My Master decrees that those who comprehend it may earn the honor of following him.”

The trio froze. Qing Shi gasped, “The Demon Ancestor grants us opportunities? And a chance to serve him?” Jinchi Dapeng’s feathers quivered with excitement. “This is heaven’s grace!” Moments ago, they’d dreamed of such a connection; now, opportunity knocked. The Demon Ancestor’s gift alone thrilled them—a boon from such a being promised greatness.

Wasting no time, they cast a spell, summoning three dark flames through the array. Their breaths quickened. These were the Demon Ancestor’s gifts! Success meant joining the Demon Emperor in his service. Eagerly, they drew the flames into their foreheads. Instantly, they entered meditation. Upon awakening, their eyes gleamed with revelation. Qing Shi’s gaze burned. “My opportunity lies in the True Martial Emperor’s Temple! Thanks to the Demon Ancestor’s guidance, or I’d never have known! I’m off!” Jinchi Dapeng sneered, “Nanzhao’s Moon-Worshipping Sect… heh!” Each had glimpsed their destiny.

Simultaneously, the Ten Demon Kings learned their paths. Li Qiye’s opportunities varied in form and place, offering only clues—they had to claim them. In Huangfu, Huang Mei Jingde, the only wounded Demon King, sulked over his injuries, bitter from the battle. A soul message from the Demon Emperor roused him. “The Demon Ancestor’s gift?!” he exclaimed, leaping up. That such a being noticed him filled him with a sense of destiny. “The Demon Ancestor remembers me! Yangzhou, here I come!” Transforming into a whirlwind of yellow sand, he sped toward Yangzhou. Seizing this chance could heal him, boost his power, and grant him a place at the Demon Ancestor’s side—a leap to greatness.

At Flaming Mountain, Niu Mowang (Bull Demon King) received his opportunity. Overjoyed, he tossed his son, Red Boy, skyward. “Son, your father’s about to soar! Tell those demon girls your dad’s the Demon Ancestor’s guardian! What? They don’t know him? Say the Demon Emperor’s his lackey!” Brandishing his iron club, he charged toward the East Sea Dragon Palace, his destined site. Though a formidable power guarded by the Dragon King, Niu Mowang’s bloodshot eyes saw no obstacle. A future guardian of the Demon Ancestor feared no mere dragon.

That day, the Ten Demon Kings gathered. Their demonic aura flooded the skies. Their frenzied purpose was unclear. Their erratic movements alarmed major factions. At Shu Mountain, with the Five Elders still unconscious, chief disciple Xu Changqing managed affairs. While cultivating, a disciple burst in. “Senior Brother, disaster! The Ten Demon Kings are stirring again! Huang Mei is heading to Yangzhou, just thirty li away!”

Xu Changqing’s heart sank. The Demon Kings, quiet mere days, now threatened Shu Mountain’s core. With the Elders comatose and his own injuries unhealed, he was outmatched. Should I awaken the ancient ancestor in the forbidden grounds? As he wavered, another disciple rushed in. “Senior Brother! An old Taoist seeks you, claiming to be Taibai Jinxing…”