Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

Chapter 440: Demon Blood Soul Seal

Ye Yuemei gave Ye Enjun a slightly odd look. By now, she understood the reason for his sudden change in attitude.

She wasn’t angry about his probing. Instead, a sense of pride swelled in her heart. ’Brother Tianling is just that amazing! His name alone is enough to scare a Prince of the Night Demon Race so badly he can’t even speak properly!’

Ye Yuemei’s clear and wise gaze made Ye Enjun feel a trace of shame.

This was unprecedented. He was an extremely proud person, but now, faced with such an outstanding Goddess, he truly felt inferior.

"Um, this Fairy... Goddess, I apologize. I wasn’t intentionally prying. It’s just that I was so stunned by what you said that I couldn’t help myself."

Ye Enjun was quite ashamed and embarrassed. Having his little scheme discovered was the most humiliating part.

And before, he had mentioned the Night Demon Race, mentioned his status as a Prince, and even directly expressed his admiration...

Just thinking about it made Ye Enjun’s face turn red.

"It’s alright, Brother Ye Enjun. I’m no Fairy or Goddess, just a very ordinary Human Race Cultivator. My name is Ye Yuemei. Brother Ye Enjun, your free-spirited and forthright personality is much better than that of many Cultivators from our Human Race."

Ye Yuemei revealed a hint of a smile and spoke gently.

Ye Enjun was stunned, and his heart immediately skipped a beat. He was indeed captivated by Ye Yuemei’s breathtaking beauty, but he was rational enough not to stare. ’This Fairy Yuemei is someone I can’t afford to provoke.’

"Thank you, thank you, Fairy Ye Yuemei."

Ye Enjun thanked her sincerely.

Ye Yuemei smiled again, revealing her cute little canine teeth. "Aside from Brother Tianling, the rest of us Human Race Cultivators aren’t that strong. The changes in the New World caused the Laws to collapse. As a result, most of the once stunningly talented Saint Sons and Saintesses have already fallen into Silent Extinction."

Meanwhile, those Cultivators who were once somewhat ordinary have instead begun to rise. It’s just that because their treatment wasn’t very good in the past, internal strife has arisen. The situation is actually not optimistic.

"Truthfully, even if I don’t provide this information, your Emperor will soon find out anyway. It can’t be hidden."

As Ye Yuemei spoke, her smile faded, replaced by a look of worry and melancholy in her eyes.

If the Human Race Cultivators could unite, they wouldn’t have ended up as pigs for slaughter, carved up by the other races.

From Ye Yuemei’s perspective, the current situation was truly laughable, ironic, and tragic.

The Ten Thousand Spirit Races emerged from the Ancient Era, yet they treated the original inhabitants of the Ancestral Star as pigs for slaughter, to be butchered and hunted at will.

But the Ten Thousand Spirit Races, in turn, were wantonly slaughtered by the Soul Masters of the Soul Race and treated as pigs for slaughter.

And the Soul Masters were the primary targets hunted by the Demons of the Celestial Demon Race.

However, from Ye Yuemei’s experience, the Demons of the Celestial Demon Race, whom the Human Race considered peerless fiends, were actually very united and friendly.

Ye Enjun was not the first Demon she had met. She had fought life-and-death battles with every Human Race or Soul Race Soul Master she had encountered. Yet, she had never fought with the several Demons she had met. They had all coexisted peacefully, and some could even become friends.

This was one of the reasons she was revealing this information now.

"I see. Thank you for the guidance, Fairy. I, Ye Enjun, swear on my Demon Soul that I will never spread this information to the other Demons of the Demon Race."

Although Ye Enjun had managed to fish for information, he immediately made a promise after hearing Ye Yuemei’s melancholy words.

Ye Yuemei nodded. Even though the information couldn’t be hidden for long, Ye Enjun’s words still made her feel quite favorable toward him.

"Brother Ye Enjun, I must head to the Ancient City now. We’ll meet again someday."

Ye Yuemei cupped her fist in salute and bid Ye Enjun farewell.

Ye Enjun was very reluctant to see her go. He took one last look at Ye Yuemei, engraving her peerlessly beautiful and lovely face into his memory, before nodding. "Fairy Ye Yuemei, we’ll meet again. I look forward to seeing you and your dao companion, the Tianling Divine Son, together. I wish you happiness."

Ye Yuemei’s eyes were filled with a happy smile. "Thank you, Brother Ye Enjun. I also hope you find the dao companion of your dreams soon."

Ye Enjun gave a wry smile, thinking, ’After seeing you, how could any of those other common beauties ever catch my eye?’

But he didn’t say this out loud. He knew his own limits and understood that the gap between himself and that Ye Tianling was too vast—so vast that it was basically impossible to catch up.

"Fairy Ye Yuemei, in the City of Sin, there is an area where you can enter the Heaven-Reaching Tower. But it’s a very strange area. It’s the only point of ’survival’ in the City of Sin—"

As Ye Enjun spoke, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of silver blood.

The silver blood caused his strength to suffer a heavy blow almost instantly, dropping his Realm by two full levels.

"Brother Ye Enjun!"

Ye Yuemei was startled. She instantly realized that Ye Enjun must have spoken of a taboo concerning the City of Sin, causing him to suffer a backlash.

"I’m fine. I am a Prince of the Night Demon Race with Royal Blood. It’s just a backlash. After it passes, I can rise again. I can break through and re-establish myself."

Ye Enjun coughed up more blood and continued, "You must be going to the City of Sin for something important. This is a Demon Blood Soul Seal. Take it. It can guide you to that place—"

Upon mentioning "that place," Ye Enjun’s face turned even paler, and he spat out another mouthful of silver blood.

"Brother, why must you do this..."

Ye Yuemei’s eyes grew moist, and she was deeply moved.

"It’s nothing. If you have the chance, you must let me meet your dao companion. After hearing you talk about him, I really want to see for myself what kind of magnificent spirit such a peerless genius has."

Ye Enjun’s eyes were also filled with yearning.

"Okay, I will. You’re such a good person, Brother. I’m sure you and Brother Tianling can become good friends!"

Ye Yuemei immediately agreed.

At Ye Enjun’s insistence, and in order to save the trapped Long Qingzhuo, Ye Yuemei accepted the Demon Blood Soul Seal.

The silvery-white Demon Blood Soul Seal looked like a very ordinary white game piece, about the size of a fingernail, with nothing special about it.

But when Ye Yuemei took the Demon Blood Soul Seal and stepped into the City of Sin, the many vicious, brutal, and murderous auras within the city naturally parted, avoiding her.

Ye Yuemei firmly committed this act of kindness to memory.

’Brother Ye Enjun, in the future, I will definitely repay you.’

Ye Yuemei’s gaze was resolute.

...

「Night Demon Race, Night Demon Ancestral Land.」

After Ye Enjun returned, his Realm of Sword Void Three Transformations had now fallen to the Early Stage of Sword Void First Transformation. His Battle Power had dropped by a full two Realms as well.

"Well, well, look what we have here. Isn’t this our Seventh Prince Enjun, the number one genius of the Night Demon Race? Don’t you have the foundation of a Divine Child? HAHA! How did your Cultivation suddenly drop? Could it be you were tainted by some lowly bloodline from the outside world? Or maybe the Soul Masters of the Soul Race destroyed your Demon Soul, and now you’re just crippled?"