#156 - The weak have no say
“Not a man???”
Wei Changtian and Qin Zhengqiu blurted out the same sentence almost simultaneously.
The former was wondering what gender this Demon King actually was, while the latter felt a little regretful.
It seemed that his grandson's future mount could only be 'sat' on, not 'ridden'!
What a pity, a real pity!
“Young Master, Sect Leader Qin...”
On the other side, Yang Liushi was a little speechless at the two men's reactions.
As a fox demon, she might never truly understand human men's interest in beautiful women, but she still explained softly:
“The Demon King is transformed from a Green Bird, born of heaven and earth, and inherently has no distinction between male and female. It's just that she usually likes to appear as a woman.”
“No distinction between male and female?”
Wei Changtian's tone paused, and he asked with a rather inquisitive spirit: “Then is it ultimately hermaphroditic, or neither male nor female?”
“...”
Yang Liushi took a deep breath: “This servant doesn't know. Young Master, why don't you ask the Demon King yourself?”
“Let's just forget about it.”
Wei Changtian waved his hand, thinking he wasn't stupid, then he composed himself, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the small pavilion.
The beautiful figure in the pavilion came closer and closer, and that peerless face became clearer and clearer.
However, Wei Changtian and Qin Zhengqiu's expressions were very calm, obviously much calmer after learning the 'truth'.
“I am Wei Changtian, greetings to the Demon King.”
Standing in front of the Demon King, Wei Changtian cupped his fist respectfully, then turned his head and introduced: “This is my maternal grandfather, the leader of the Heavenly Luo Sect.”
“Yes, my surname is Qin.”
Qin Zhengqiu put his hands behind his back and nodded pretentiously, but his eyes were quite cautious, probably estimating the Demon King's combat power.
“Young Master Wei, Sect Leader Qin...”
Opposite them, the cherry-like, moist, and bright red small mouth opened slightly, and the voice was like celestial music coming from beyond the nine heavens.
“This king has no surname, and named myself Qing Xian.”
Qing Xian?
Hearing such a soft and gentle voice, Wei Changtian's bones went soft, thinking that this Demon King was quite easy to talk to.
But just as he was about to exchange a few more polite words, he heard Qing Xian ask:
“Young Master Wei, I wonder what you and Sect Leader Qin were talking about just now? It seems to be related to this king?”
“This...”
“Hahaha, Sect Leader Qin, this is the Ten Thousand Mountains, if I...”
“You can try.”
“...”
Neither of them spoke again. After a moment of silence, they simultaneously threw out a palm between flashes of lightning, colliding in the air without warning.
“Bang!!!!”
Like a tenth-grade gale, the monstrous air wave suddenly rolled out from the pavilion as the center, sweeping up countless gravel, and even the sea of clouds under their feet was torn apart, revealing the continuous mountains hidden below.
!!!
Good heavens! Is this the strength of the Second Grade??
Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi were both shocked by such a sudden change.
Affected by the air wave, the latter took three or four steps back before barely standing firm. Although Wei Changtian didn't move a muscle, a wave surged in his heart.
He didn't know how much strength the two sides used in this palm strike, but in any case, the scene in front of him was shocking enough.
More importantly, why did they start fighting without saying a word?
Wei Changtian had seen masters of the Third Grade and even the Second Grade before. Li Huaizhong, who came to his door a few days ago, was of the Second Grade.
But even when that old eunuch was so angered by him, he didn't directly slap him. Why are Qin Zhengqiu and this Qing Xian so irritable??
Could it be...
Looking at the two of them, Wei Changtian suddenly vaguely understood.
The top masters he had seen before basically had complicated backgrounds and relationships, which made them have too many concerns when speaking and acting, and they would not easily act.
Qin Zhengqiu and Qing Xian were different.
One was the leader of the Demon Sect, and the other was the Demon King of the Demon Race. They were not bound by secular rules, and their style of doing things could be regarded as 'doing whatever they want'.
Of course, this is not to say that they would only solve problems through violence.
Want to sit down and talk to me? Okay, but you have to prove that you have the qualifications to sit down first.
“Huff”
Thinking of this, Wei Changtian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that he brought Qin Zhengqiu, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss on this trip.
“Sect Leader Qin, good move!”
On the other side, after the air wave dissipated, Qing Xian uttered a faint sentence.
Her complexion was as usual, but if you looked closely, you could see a hint of faint fear.
Qin Zhengqiu's expression was a little proud, presumably because he had gained the upper hand in the palm strike just now.
“You're not bad either, you haven't lived in vain for eight hundred years.”
“...”
Qin Zhengqiu's words obviously carried some condescending meaning. Qing Xian didn't try to be quick with her tongue, but pointed to the stone bench in the pavilion.
“Sect Leader Qin, Young Master Wei, let's sit down and talk.”
“Okay.”
Wei Changtian cupped his hands and sat down. After looking at Qin Zhengqiu, he suddenly understood a sentence—
The weak will never have the right to truly talk to the strong.
The cold wind was fierce, and the sea of clouds under their feet had surged and closed again.
Three people were sitting around the Eight Immortals table made of unknown stone, only Yang Liushi stood aside, her black hair swaying in the wind.
The table was empty, with no tea, fruit, or warm stove.
From this point of view, the demon race still has a big difference in etiquette from humans.
But anyway, Wei Changtian didn't come to drink tea, so he didn't care about these details. After a few simple polite words, he went straight to the topic.
“Demon King, I heard from Liushi that you have a son who is currently imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Hanging Mirror Division?”
“Yes.”
Qing Xian's expression remained unchanged, and she asked lightly: “Young Master Wei came to me, could it be for him?”
“That's right.”
Wei Changtian nodded and replied directly: “I can rescue him from prison.”
“Oh?”
Qing Xian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking like an immortal who doesn't eat human fireworks.
She lowered her eyes slightly and didn't ask how Wei Changtian would do this. She just smiled softly: “Then I wonder what Young Master wants to get from me?”
“I want what the Demon King has the most of.”
Wei Changtian's face remained unchanged, paused for a moment, and then uttered a word.
“Demon.”
