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    Jian Wuyang followed Jian Wuji into the Heavenly Demon Hall.

    Heavenly Demon Sect Master Jian Wuchen was discussing important matters with Chief Military Counselor Sima Ming.

    It was already late at night, yet they still hadn’t rested, obviously having received news that the two brothers had just fought and were heading towards the Heavenly Demon Hall.

    Sword Wuji and Sword Wuyang walked into the grand hall side by side, and a weird atmosphere of tension filled the air.

    Jian Wuchen sat on his throne, quietly looking at them without saying a word.

    “Father.” Jian Wuyang was the first to speak.

    He used to call Jian Wuchen “Sect Master”, but today, he called him “Father”. He used to be afraid to look at his father, but today, he looked straight into his father’s eyes.

    Then he said the hardest thing he’d ever had to say in his life:

    “I withdraw from the race for the heir.”

    Jian Wu Chen had always been happy and angry, but at this moment, a complex emotion flashed through his eyes, both in relief and pity.

    “You won’t regret it?” Jian Wu Chen asked.

    “No, I won’t regret it.” Jian Wuyang said firmly.

    “Once you’ve made a decision, you can’t reverse it.”

    Jian Wuyang turned his head to look at Jian Wuji, “I want to witness with my own eyes how you lead the Heavenly Demon God Sect.”

    The gazes of the two met in the air. Jian Wuyang knew that he would remember this moment forever, and he would regret it countless times and blame himself countless times.

    “Big brother, thank you.” Jian Wuji said silently in his heart, “Although I can’t stop you from regretting it, I will definitely make you realize that you made the right choice.”

    Jian Wuyang looked at Jian Wuchen once again, “Father, please fulfill me.”

    Jian Wuji did not expect that Jian Wuyang would be so resolute. He was no longer the previous insistent Jian Wuyang.

    After Jian Wuji was reborn, Jian Wuyang also went through a lot, his character changed dramatically, he grew up, he finally dared to look his father straight in the eyes, and the relationship between him and his father would change as a result.

    Jian Wuji secretly transmitted his voice to Jian Wuchen:

    “Wasn’t I great? I brought Big Brother back in one piece.”

    “He would have been a good boy.”

    “You are being biased! You’re favoring Big Brother!”

    The corners of Jian Wu Chen’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

    “Father, I will definitely make you keep smiling like this.” Jian Wuji said silently in his heart.

    Jian Wu Chen’s gaze, once again, turned to Jian Wu Yang.

    He knew what a difficult decision Jian Wuyang had made.

    He accepted Jian Wuyang’s request.

    “Sima Ming, immediately issue the Eight Devils Summoning Order.” Jian Wuchen ordered.

    The Eight Devils Summoning Order, the highest level order of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect, could summon all the Demon Elders and their men.

    “As you wish.”

    Issuing the Eight Devils summoning order late at night was something unprecedented.

    The Blood Sky Poison King was instructing Xu Dalong to cultivate his martial arts.

    Xu Dalong had just made a subtle sword move, and the Blood Sky Poison King nodded in satisfaction.

    “Nice!”

    Hearing his master’s praise, Xu Dalong was ecstatic. The Blood Heaven Poison King rarely complimented others, so his compliments seemed especially precious.

    “Thank you, Master!”

    Xu Dalong was always playful in front of Jian Wuji, but in front of his master, he was respectful. In his heart, Master was more important than the sect master.

    After the training was over, Xu Dalong took out a book and handed it to the Bloodsky Poison King, “This is something I asked someone to buy from outside.”

    The Blood Sky Poison King received the book and immediately lit up. This was exactly the book he had been looking for.

    “It’s a hard book to get, isn’t it?”

    “Lucky to have stumbled upon it.”

    “Where did you get the money?”

    This book is a collector’s edition and is priced to sell.

    “I don’t have a family yet, and I can’t spend my monthly stipend.”

    “You kid, what a loser! Starting tomorrow, double your training!”

    “Master, didn’t we just finish our hellish training today?”

    The Blood Sky Poison King said this with his mouth, but in his heart, he was touched.

    Just then, a melodious bell rang out.

    “When …… when …… when …… when ……”

    “Who’s ringing the bell at this late hour?” Xu Dalong asked.

    The sound of the bell was extraordinary, crisp and pleasant, and he had never heard it before.

    “This is the Eight Devil Summoning Order.” The Blood Sky Poison King said.

    “It’s so late, what happened?” Xu Dalong asked in surprise.

    The Blood Sky Poison King looked in the direction of the Heavenly Demon Hall, “Either it’s war ……”

    “Start a war?” Xu Dalong instantly tensed up.

    “Either ……”

    Of course it can’t be going to war, so there’s only one possibility.

    “If that’s the case, you’ll have to cultivate harder. If you want to continue to be the second prince’s right hand man, you must have enough strength.”

    When Xu Dalong heard the words “right arm”, he knew that this matter must have something to do with Jian Wuji. But he didn’t know exactly what it was.

    “Go get that dress from the far end of the closet.”

    Xu Dalong walked into the room, opened the closet, and saw a blood red gown.

    The Drunken Devil was in the Drunken Dream Building, drinking with the One Flower Sword Venerable.

    Servant Lu Bin brought the wine and food and was about to turn around and leave when One Flower Sword Venerable suddenly called out to her, “Come, have a drink with me.”

    Lupin respectfully took the glass and drank it down.

    She poured wine for Swordsman Ichika and then retreated.

    “If people give you face, just take it, don’t regret it later.” One Flower Sword Zun said.

    The Drunken Devil took a sip of his wine, “If men like to drink, women suffer.”

    “She’s one of the top three drinkers, too.”

    “So, if both people like to drink, doesn’t all the money they make go to buy alcohol?”

    The One Flower Sword Venerable looked at the Drunken Demon and shook his head helplessly.

    “Even though we’re friends, it’s really hard for me to understand you ……”

    “When …… when …… when …… when ……”

    The bell rang, and the Drunken Devil hurriedly sat up straight. The One Flower Sword Venerable had already turned into a white light, flying across the lake and disappearing.

    The Drunken Devil looked at the distant back of the One Flower Swordsman and shook his head helplessly.

    “As long as it’s an order from the Sect Leader, you won’t hesitate to go even if it’s on the mountain of swords or the sea of fire, right?”

    Lu Bin ran into Drunken Dream House, “Master, the godfather has orders ……”

    Drunken Devil puts down his glass, “Wake everyone up!”

    The Poison King is making poisons.

    He was using the Seven Lives Grass that Marble had found in the Forest of Thousand Poisons to make a poison called “Seven Lives Extreme Pleasure”. This kind of poison is very peculiar, the poisoner will feel extreme pleasure within seven days, but on the seventh day, he will experience more painful torture than the previous pleasure, and eventually die.

    He wore the Poisonous Heavenly Silk Gloves given to him by Sword Wuji and carefully handled the various poisons.

    “When …… when …… when …… when ……”

    The bell rang, but the Poison King turned a deaf ear and remained focused on refining the poison.

    The valet walked in with the clothes, and without looking up, the Poison King said, “Tell them I’m not available today.”

    “You’re going to disobey the Eight Devil Summoning Order? Aren’t you afraid that the Sect Master will blame you?”

    The attendant walked over to the Poison King and handed him his clothes.

    The Poison King took the clothes and grumbled, “It must be nothing serious, what a waste of time.”

    “You’d better hurry up and change, the poisoners are ready.”

    The attendant took the poison sac from the wall and handed it to the Poison King. The Poison King, however, was still fiddling with his poison. The attendant had no choice but to force him to change his clothes.

    The Poison King had changed into a gorgeous gown, and with twelve poison sacs hanging from his waist, he looked like a genteel gentleman.

    He walks out of the room, “I’ve asked the second male to finish cleaning for me.”

    He had guessed why the Sect Leader had summoned them. It seemed that he hadn’t accompanied Sword Wuji to have fun today for nothing.

    Marble stopped the beads in his hands when he heard the bell.

    He knew that the Grand Duke had finally made his decision.

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