With three arrows unleashed, Qian Jin did not pause, the bowstring humming with explosive force, propelling the utterly frigid shafts forward. The astonished mages had no time to react and were all pinned fast against the exterior wall of the Boxler family estate. A line!

The space between each mage was identical, blood tracing a slow, horrifying path down the arrows, a sight that made Boxler’s heart hammer wildly. “What kind of fiend is this? Such brutal methods?

I had intended to use him to eliminate Sabonis Jianyin, but look at him—he struck first…” “Wanting to kill me?” Qian Jin rotated his powerful bow in his hand. “In our mountains, any beast that dares bare its fangs at a wolf must be prepared to be counter-bitten and killed by the pack.” Boxler shivered. This mixed-blood demon, a creature born of arrogance and greed, had been raised under the brutal laws of the jungle?

Boxler looked up sharply toward the rooftop, finding that Qian Jin, who had been standing there moments before, had vanished. He turned back with a sigh, facing the middle-aged beautiful woman of the Mammon Demon Clan, now lifeless on the wall. “What a waste, such a shame…” Boxler approached and reached out to touch the corpse’s cheek.

“This savage boy actually doesn’t know how to treat a beautiful demon with gentleness.” The corpse still held a faint warmth. “Come here, servants! Carry her into my bedroom.

Such a stunning beauty is hard to find! We can’t waste her! Especially since she was Sabonis Fiel’s wife; even dead, I’m still interested in taking her!” “Hahaha!

Sabonis Fiel, you never thought this possible, did you? You are dead, and your wife is dead—and I still get your wife!” Boxler spread his arms wide and strode into the room with obvious excitement. Qian Jin crouched in an unseen corner on the rooftop, shaking his head repeatedly.

“This City Lord truly has a peculiar taste. If I linger here any longer, I might actually vomit. I better get back.” “Qian Jin, you’ve killed two of my demons!” Lucifer Flowing Water placed her hands on her hips, glaring furiously at Qian Jin as he pushed the door open, radiating an aura ready to charge him.

“Those were meant to be my future subjects!” “It’s not like they were your subjects,” Duan Feng Bu’er retorted from the bed, lighting a cigarette. “Didn’t we agree on this before coming? We need to be high-profile, to make the name ‘Jiliu Feijing’ resonate throughout the entire Demon Clan in the shortest time, perhaps even reaching the True Policy Dynasty.” Killing a couple of demons…” “Those weren't your subjects,” Lucifer Flowing Water shot back, sighing weakly, realizing she couldn't argue further.

The faster the name Jiliu Feijing became famous, the sooner they could approach the Eight Desolations Family. More importantly! Lucifer Flowing Water understood clearly: the louder the reputation of Jiliu Feijing became, the more beneficial it would be for her own bid for the Great Demon King’s throne.

Fame is an elusive thing—Lucifer Flowing Water had been educated since childhood on this reality. The more famous Jiliu Feijing became, the more significant she would appear in the eyes of the Great Demon King. “In any case, we need to mind the limits,” Lucifer Flowing Water observed the group.

“If we cross that line, those great families might truly take drastic measures, regardless of the cost. By then, you will all be in deep trouble.” Qian Jin nodded silently. He understood this matter very well; he would indeed need to control the intensity of his actions going forward.

Any demon clan could afford the loss of one or two individuals, but exceeding the threshold meant future reconciliation would become deeply complicated. “Mammon?” Check let out a cold sneer, merely shaking his head without speaking before rising and heading toward his own room. “Time for me to slip out… oh, slip out, demon!” Duan Feng Bu’er walked out casually, cigarette dangling from his lips, hands clasped behind his head.

“I can’t let Che handsome leave me behind. I know him—he’s surely going to use that bizarre gravity magic device to train his Dou Qi and combat techniques again. I’m going too!” Fen Tu Kuangge stretched languidly and walked toward the door.

“I need to work harder than them.” “Everyone is leaving?” Mu Ne Zhen Ce, fanning himself lightly, also moved toward the exit. “As a prince, I must be outstanding in every aspect compared to my subjects. Time for me to dash…” Lucifer Flowing Water reclined on Qian Jin’s bed, gently raising her leg to rest against his thigh.

Her dress, slit only to the knee, seemed exceptionally alluring under this casual maneuver, revealing just enough to suggest what lay beneath without truly showing it. “How about… I stay here to keep you company?” Lucifer Flowing Water lightly bit her finger. “Or perhaps you stay with me?” Qian Jin took two steps forward, embracing Lucifer Flowing Water with both arms, and leaned his lips against her neck, softly kissing her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ll stay… to keep you company.” “Ah…” Lucifer Flowing Water was momentarily surprised, her body trembling slightly.

This was the first time Qian Jin had actively held and kissed her without being under the influence of any aphrodisiac! “Sleep now,” Qian Jin murmured, pulling her closer into his embrace. “…Let’s just sleep like this today.” Lucifer Flowing Water reached up and gently stroked Qian Jin’s forehead.

She realized that this young man sometimes felt nervous too. For a human warrior to infiltrate the demon territory, it was impossible to feel nothing but fierce courage; he simply concealed his tension well, or perhaps, when fully engaged in combat, he forgot it. But whenever he stepped away from that required state, standing on demon soil still exerted immense pressure.

This was one of the reasons Qian Jin had agreed to enter the demon lands. Utilizing the entire demon territory, using the will of all the demons, to temper the spirit and will of a warrior! In truth, Qian Jin was not the only one doing this; other demon and human warriors secretly infiltrating enemy territories were undergoing the same process.

However, Qian Jin and his group were the only ones entering the demon lands with such a high-profile approach. The pressure they endured, the mental tempering they experienced, was a hundred times more intense than previous Human-Demon warriors. Qian Jin bore even more pressure than his companions who entered with him.

These individuals could have easily stayed behind, yet they all found excuses to follow. Besides desiring this unique spiritual baptism, were they not also deeply concerned for Qian Jin’s safety? Qian Jin was formidable and the strongest in terms of individual combat power within the team.

But, when they went to the Qian family, he had also been the strongest, yet ultimately survived only with the help of Duan Feng Bu’er and the others. This was not a simple one-time or two-time occurrence… Even the strongest person needs help from others! Qian Jin understood his comrades’ feelings even better.

He knew that by dragging them into this terrifying spiritual trial, he risked exposing their identities, risking death, or risking them being completely driven mad by this overwhelming mental pressure. “Endure it…” Lucifer Flowing Water kissed Qian Jin’s forehead. “You will be the strongest!

You can defeat the Qian family, and you can force those arrogant ones to give up our father…” Qian Jin nodded silently, saying nothing. Lucifer Flowing Water whispered again near his ear, “I heard… that doing certain things helps relaxation… I can…” “I am not your sexual outlet,” Qian Jin buried his head deeply between Lucifer Flowing Water’s breasts, shaking his head stubbornly. “Then… I can use my mouth… to help you…” “Sleep,” Qian Jin stated in a low voice.

“If you keep tempting me like this, I genuinely won’t be able to control myself.” “Silly boy,” Lucifer Flowing Water watched the sleeping Qian Jin and whispered, “I want you not to be able to control yourself. You are always too calm. I love your manly side, but sometimes I hate this side of you.

You are always thinking about being responsible for me, always thinking I am a demon, always believing you cannot be responsible. Can’t you just think less?” Seeing Qian Jin remain silent, Lucifer Flowing Water tilted her head slightly to look at the ceiling. “I wonder… if the message has reached the Elder Hall of the Mammon Clan?

I wonder what reaction they will have?” “What reaction could they have! Of course, they will immediately bring the Judgement Army of our Mammon Inquisition! Go and eliminate that presumptuous mixed-blood demon!” In the Elder Hall of the Mammon Clan, an elder roared loudly, spittle flying from the bushy beard obscuring his lips, his magic staff thudding rhythmically against the table, signaling his rage.

“Elder Sabonis Fiebier, please control your emotions. I understand you are furious over the death of your son, Sabonis Fiel, but please consider this: this mixed-blood demon is the attendant of the Tenth Princess, Princess Lucifer Flowing Water!” A Mammon Demon Clan elder seated opposite Sabonis Fiebier had his hair shaved completely clean and smooth, gleaming faintly; his chin was completely smooth, revealing no beard, though the wrinkles around his eyes showed his advanced age. “Boxskert!

Are you still a demon of the Mammon Clan? Even if the Lucifer Clan is royalty, even if they are the supreme rulers of the Demon Clan, they cannot simply kill whomever they please! Our Sabonis family is also a royal line within the Mammon Clan—they cannot just kill people whenever the Lucifer royalty desires!” Sabonis Fiebier slammed his staff repeatedly on the table.

“The honor of the Mammon Clan—your Boxx family doesn't care for it, but our Sabonis family will not abandon it! Good, very good! If your Boxx family won’t go, our Sabonis family will go ourselves!” “Who said we aren't going?” Boxskert raised a hand to touch his smooth, rounded head.

“I merely suggested we find a more secure method. Should we just charge in and slay the attendant of Lucifer Flowing Water? What would that make us?

Does the Demon Clan have no laws? Would the Lucifer Clan be able to face anyone? If the Great Demon King becomes enraged because of this, will your Sabonis family bear the consequences?

Will your territory be reduced? Will the blame fall upon your Sabonis line?”