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Chapter 1194: The Superior Descends to the Lower Realm, This Time You’re Surely Dead!

Chapter 1194: Chapter 1194: The Superior Descends to the Lower Realm, This Time You’re Surely Dead!

"Ah, right!"

Carson Flores slapped his thigh, his eyes suddenly lighting up, "How could I have forgotten that, just because it’s not available in the Human Race territory doesn’t mean the Demon Race territory won’t have it... Princeton, come over here."

Although Princeton Pearson was a servant, his age of eighteen hundred years fully qualified him to be called "Old Princeton."

Princeton was slightly startled, after all, the title "Old Princeton" carried a hint of closeness.

The Human Emperor calls me Old Princeton...

Princeton’s mood was unexpectedly tinged with a subtle nuance.

"Old Princeton, do you know much about Spiritual Medicine?"

Princeton nodded: "I know a little."

Carson inquired, "I’m currently in need of a Spiritual Medicine called ’Bodhi Blood,’ I’ve searched the entire Spiritual Medicine trade festival, and not even a whisper of it did I hear. Have you heard any information about this Spiritual Medicine?"

"Bodhi Blood?"

Princeton thought for a moment, then his eyes brightened: "I’ve heard of it."

Carson’s eyes opened wide in surprise; he had asked Princeton without much hope, expecting nothing, yet Princeton gave him a pleasant surprise.

"Tell me, where did you hear about it, and what’s the situation?"

Princeton’s next answer gave Carson an even bigger surprise: "Some days ago, His Majesty... er, the Demon Emperor hosted a banquet, many people brought gifts for the Demon Emperor, and as someone was reading the list of gifts, I heard the name ’Bodhi Blood’..."

Carson was stunned, "You mean someone presented Bodhi Blood as a gift to the Demon Emperor, and it’s in the Demon Emperor’s possession?"

Princeton nodded: "Yes."

Carson was completely numb.

Although he did not know how his father’s fusion with the Demon Emperor was faring, since the Demon Emperor had already achieved profound ability, most likely his father’s will had been suppressed, and even if it remained, it probably could no longer dictate the body.

Me, stealing Bodhi Blood from the Demon Emperor’s hands, does that make any sense?

While Carson didn’t know just how powerful the Demon Emperor was, he knew that in the ancient times, the Demon Emperor was the undisputed leader of the Demon Race, undoubtedly far surpassing any of his kind.

The Demon Race has now accumulated quite a number of the Great Witches, all of whom obey the Demon Emperor, so how could the Demon Emperor be weaker than them?

Even though Carson now had the support of Cristopher Hopkins, he still wasn’t confident about robbing the Demon Emperor, especially since Cristopher hadn’t been resurrected yet, and even if he were, his powers would be greatly diminished due to the suppression of the Barbaric Wilderness Realm.

If he really had the ability to storm in, defeat the Demon Emperor, and kidnap him right away, where would the crisis be?

He could just reunite with his family directly!

Knowing the whereabouts of Bodhi Blood but unable to snatch it, what should he do?

An image of Lilianna Norman suddenly flashed in Carson’s mind; as the Demon Race Holy Maiden, if she intervened and asked for Bodhi Blood on his behalf, would the Demon Emperor give it to her?

He could research other uses of Bodhi Blood, construct a plausible reason, and the Demon Emperor should give it to him, after all, although precious, Bodhi Blood was ultimately just one Spiritual Medicine.

Thinking this, Carson suddenly felt energized.

It was the final ingredient for Cristopher’s revival after all, regardless of how slim the chances were, he had to try any available method.

Carson thought for a moment: "In that case, let’s not delay any longer, we should leave now, while Old Princeton’s identity is still not exposed, leading me into the Demon Race’s realm will attract less trouble."

Delaney Hunter nodded: "What about things here?"

"I’ll go to the festival’s organizing committee; they are surely from major Sects. I’ll explain the situation to them, and they can negotiate the rest."

"That’ll do!"

Carson proceeded to where the organizing committee was located; due to his status as the Human Emperor, he met with several Sect leaders rapidly.

Carson didn’t mince his words and straightaway disclosed the Demon Race’s plans.

The leaders were all taken aback, bombarding him with questions.

After answering their queries, Carson made his excuse and left.

While some suggested that Carson, as the Human Emperor, should take the initiative to lead the response, Carson flatly refused.

Why would he take the lead unless he was looking for trouble? Leaving aside the actual clash with the Demon Race where he would be of little use, even within the Human Race, many would not recognize him as their leader.

Besides, Carson had no interest in the role.

In a battle between the Human Race and the Demon Race, the outcome depended not on numbers, but on which side possessed stronger supreme combatants!

If Carson could now overpower the Demon Emperor and beat up those Great Witches, there wouldn’t be so many problems.

In the Cultivation Realm, one person commanding a state, or even the whole world, was a very feasible scenario!

Disagree?

Those who disagree, die!

It was that simple!

Meanwhile, as Carson was meeting with the others, an elderly man with white hair and a middle-aged man stood across the gate, their faces filled with worry.

"What’s going on, sir? It’s been so many days, why is there no word back? The kid has returned, and the festival is about to end..."

"Could the lord have run into trouble?"

As the two discussed in low voices, a Jade Pendant at the old man’s waist suddenly flickered with light.

The old man looked down and his face immediately showed great joy.

A Positioning Array Talisman was embedded in the Jade Pendant, and its light indicated that the lord had descended to the Lower Realm and was now locating them; he would arrive soon!

The two exchanged glances, joy evident in their expressions.

You wretched boy, with the lord himself arriving, your end is certain this time!