"Asmodeus Chalaras glared at Asam, his face contorted with viciousness, “You! Do you even remember your identity!”

“Me?…” A faint smile touched Asam’s face. “Of course I remember. I am a demon of the Asmodeus clan who has not awakened the power of the bloodline. I used to be nothing. Fortunately, I fell in love with blacksmithing from a young age, which allowed me to stop being a low-ranking demon in my household by the time I turned thirty.”

“I naturally remember my identity.”

Asam took a sudden step forward, his seemingly aged body straightening like a towering, ancient mountain. “I was once the Grand President of the Blacksmiths’ Guild! My duty was to develop the guild even further! Today, I have seen a genius who can lead the Blacksmiths’ Guild to even greater heights! I will support him without hesitation! I believe that all the blacksmiths in the entire Demon Race will also support our new Guild President, Jiliu Feijing!”

The bold voice boomed across the courtyard. The blacksmiths kneeling on the ground, whether from the General Guild or the branch guilds, and regardless of any past grudges over materials, all looked towards Qian Jin with fervent emotion at that moment.

“Guild President Jiliu Feijing! Guild President Jiliu Feijing! Guild President Jiliu Feijing!” The voices converged, forming an indescribably ferocious tide. This roar, erupted by blacksmiths whose very blood carried the heat of the forge for years, stirred the spirit of every powerful being present.

A flicker of despair crossed Asmodeus Chalaras’s eyes. He could never have anticipated this turn of events. With the Mamon Demon Race united with the Blacksmiths’ Guild to protect one demon, even the mighty Asmodeus family would find it incredibly difficult to lay a finger on him.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince…” An elder of the Asmodeus clan turned and bowed low to Lucifer Sairig.

The gathered demons were stunned! This… this elder was publicly swearing allegiance to the Crown Prince for the sake of revenge! If the Crown Prince accepted, the two factions would truly unite, and the Mamon Demon Race would once again be at a disadvantage in the mortal realm…

“I, Qinglunta Ta, President of the Inscription General Guild, hereby announce! The presidency of the Inscription General Guild is passed to Jiliu Feijing…”

From within the crowd of demons, an unexpected declaration suddenly rang out.

The President of the Inscription General Guild has arrived? All the demons turned their gaze toward the source of the shout.

White hair, white skin, white eyes, a white beard—the demon looked like a creature of pure snow. He spoke slowly under the perplexed gazes of the assembled demons. “Yesterday, I witnessed the inscribed magic artifact created by Master Jiliu Feijing. Honestly, I couldn’t fully decipher what it was until Her Highness the Princess showed me its function…”

“Shameful, truly shameful…” Qinglunta Ta shook his head repeatedly under the scrutiny of the demons. “Even if I could live another hundred years, I could never craft that inscribed magic artifact. Even knowing its purpose, I still couldn’t replicate it.”

The demons once again shifted their astonished gaze back to Qian Jin. While they had heard rumors of his skill in inscription, to think that his mastery was so profound that the Grand Archdemon President of the Inscription General Guild couldn't replicate it after seeing it…

“Moreover, I heard that this Master Jiliu Feijing is extremely humble, claiming to be merely an inscription master who barely passed the apprentice level. Then what… what am I?” Qinglunta Ta let out a cry of admiration. “Regarding inscription studies, we always believed ourselves to be quite humble, but in the presence of Master Jiliu Feijing, we amount to nothing.”

“Is that so? Is he truly that formidable?” Lucifer Sairig’s eyes lit up, looking at Qinglunta Ta with open skepticism and challenge. “Esteemed Guild President Archdemon, surely you haven't misjudged?”

“Misjudge? Me, misjudge!” Qinglunta Ta showed no deference to Sairig, nearly roaring, “Do you know what Master Jiliu Feijing created? You don't know! You have no idea how precious that magic artifact is!”

The demons’ appetites were thoroughly whetted by Qinglunta Ta’s words. The former head of the Inscription Guild continued, “You all know the Qian family’s Kun Dou Technique, don’t you?”

The scalps of the assembled demons almost simultaneously prickled with dread. The Qian family! The bloodline family of the Elven King, the Kun Dou Technique! That was nearly the nightmare of the entire Demon Race! There wasn't a single demon, not even His Majesty the Great Demon King, who enjoyed encountering those damned—damned!—Qian family members on the Human-Demon Battlefield!

Kun Dou Technique, Qian Dou Technique! Qian Kun Boundless Seal!

Any one of these techniques was enough to give any demon who had fought on the Human-Demon Battlefield and survived encounters with the Qian family’s Elven King bloodline warriors a persistent headache.

“That’s right! Gravity!” Qinglunta Ta, almost spiraling into frenzy, strode toward Qian Jin, spread his arms wide, and roared aloud: “The magic artifact of the great Master Jiliu Feijing is a special super magic artifact that can control gravity!”

Control gravity? The demons paused simultaneously, followed by a sharp shock. Control gravity? Could it really be true?

Lucifer Sairig’s eyebrows arched severely, revealing a seriousness entirely alien to his usual flippant arrogance.

“Her Highness the Princess…” Qinglunta Ta bowed deeply to Lushi Liushui. “Esteemed Her Highness, would you please bring out that magic artifact, so these demons who do not understand the greatness of Master Jiliu Feijing can witness what true inscription mastery is?”

All the demons held their breath, their eyes fixed on Lushi Liushui. Even Asmodeus Chalaras, eager for revenge, momentarily forgot his murderous intent.

Lushi Liushui felt a headache brewing as she sensed the crowd’s gaze—a mixture of suspicion, curiosity, astonishment, and greed.

Qian Jin’s performance had far exceeded her expectations. She had only anticipated attracting offers from the major demon clans, but unexpectedly, because Qian Jin’s reputation was already so massive in the Zhence Dynasty, it had inadvertently placed immense pressure on the various guilds of the Demon Race.

The moment Jiliu Feijing appeared, the moment he displayed such extraordinary power, the two Grand Presidents, who had witnessed countless major events, were completely won over and chose to abdicate their presidential seats.

As a result… Lushi Liushui realized that Qian Jin had, in a short span, become the Grand President of two major demon guilds! If he intended to take their resources, by the stars above, he might as well march straight to the national treasury!

This development caused Mu Ne Zhence, lightly fanning himself with a folding fan, to furrow his brow repeatedly. The identity Qian Jin had forged as Jiliu Feijing in the Demon Race would rapidly place tremendous pressure on the other guilds in the Zhence Dynasty!

It was just like the pressure Qian Jin’s reputation had previously exerted on the major Demon Race guilds! No! Mu Ne Zhence shook his head lightly; the pressure Jiliu Feijing was about to inflict upon the Zhence Dynasty’s guilds was likely far greater than what Qian Jin had inflicted on the demons!

At least, the demons would boast that their guilds had foresight, immediately elevating a master like Jiliu Feijing to the head of their major organizations… while the Zhence Dynasty’s guilds had made no discernible move regarding the equally outstanding Qian Jin…

Looking at it this way, Mu Ne Zhence pursed his lips into a helpless, bitter smile. Qian Jin truly struck gold on this trip to the Demon Race! Perhaps he hadn’t even realized the immense impact these actions in the Demon Race would have on his standing back in the Zhence Dynasty.

If Qian Jin were to reappear in the Zhence Dynasty, Mu Ne Zhence would bet his head against any man, demon, or barbarian that the grand presidents of the Zhence Dynasty’s major guilds would be weeping and begging Qian Jin to become their Grand President.

If Qian Jin refused, these presidents might resort to using beautiful women as decoys. If even that failed, they might cling to Qian Jin, pleading for his consent.

Yes! Mu Ne Zhence nodded firmly. It seemed this trip to the Demon Race had created variables for Qian Jin’s future in the Zhence Dynasty that were too significant to ignore! Before coming here, could he have already factored all this into his strategy?

Mu Ne Zhence shook his head repeatedly. That was likely impossible! While Qian Jin wasn't a fool, he shouldn't possess strategic foresight that far-reaching!

The Grand President of over half the major guilds in the Zhence Dynasty? Mu Ne Zhence’s smile was filled with envious longing. That status was probably more imposing than that of a Prince. Even when standing before the heads of the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Families, or the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warrior Families, Qian Jin would not be at any disadvantage!

Qian Zhan Xuan, Mu Ne Zhence muttered inwardly. What expression would that arrogant old brute wear if he saw Qian Jin commanding such an array of forces? No matter how arrogant or confident he was, when such a massive power structure was consolidated under one person—even if that person were still an infant—he would no longer dare to look down upon him.

Mu Ne Zhence carefully recalled the things Qian Jin had accomplished bit by bit in the Zhence Dynasty. Any single one of those achievements would cause momentary surprise, but the surprise would quickly fade from memory.

However, these astonishing feats had never truly spread widely. It was only when they accumulated and erupted simultaneously that they formed such a powerful storm!

That they had always been kept confined to small circles of dissemination—this shouldn't be right! Mu Ne Zhence fell into deep thought again. Someone must have deliberately managed this, seemingly collecting everything to explode at once… Could it be… the Serpent Emperor! Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji! Mu Ne Zhence awoke abruptly. It was highly likely that the Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji was pulling the strings behind the scenes. As soon as he recognized Qian Jin’s potential, he had worked constantly to control the flow of information, precisely to ensure this sudden, massive outbreak!

That’s right! Only this kind of sudden, thorough explosion could capture the attention of everyone and every faction, elevating Qian Jin instantly to an unreachable peak. By the time Qian Zhan Xuan realized the threat and moved to eliminate it, it would already be too late! It would be impossible!

What profound scheming! What a terrifying Serpent Emperor! Mu Ne Zhence finally understood why, despite Qian Jin’s efforts to make his mark everywhere, the things he accomplished rarely managed to spread far. It was because there was an invisible, powerful hand behind him, managing everything!

Those seemingly meaningless details were actually significant, but people with restless moods and short-sighted vision simply couldn't grasp their deeper meaning.

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