The Steward Demonic Emperor

youth snickered.

 

The man nodded and left, “I have no hope of you getting us in the superior three sects, but the least you can do is maintain our position.
In case the Demon Scheming Sect does have the power to rise above its station, we’d better let others take the fall.”

 

“Father is clearer than anyone on what this laborer signifies.” The youth grinned and turned to his brothers…

 

In a valley, a youth flashed in the open.
He wore a blue robe, his eyes delicate and his aura strong.

 

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he laughed before the stone door, “Junior brother, I’m out of seclusion.
What are you waiting for? Double Dragon Gathering waits for no man.”

 

“Senior brother, you’re a fine talent coming out so soon.
You aren’t called the best talent in western lands for nothing.” A sigh came from beyond, “Senior brother, I just need a little more time, and I will catch up.”

 

The senior brother chuckled, “Is that how a junior brother acts, teasing your senior brother? I’m not that shameless to call myself the best talent in western lands with you around.”

 

“Why, senior brother has been in the Ethereal Stage for years while little old me just entered.
Senior brother, please don’t jest.” A chuckle replied.

 

The senior brother shook his head and waited.

 

Six hours later…

 

Senior brother’s patience was running thin when rumbling came from beyond the door.
Waves upon waves of energy shot out, spiking the temperature in the valley.
The grass and trees dried up and then ignited.

 

Even senior brother felt tense from the sense of his innards boiling.

 

He set his eyes on the closed stone door and sweated, “J-junior brother’s innate flame? He finally fused it with his soul, yet it holds such power.
This freak, ha-ha-ha, I bet he just stole my best talent in western lands title.”

 

Senior brother was sullen from a sense of loss…

 

Meanwhile, in a deep and eerie forest, around twenty riders rested beneath the shade of a large tree, their mighty auras scaring animals away.

 

Whoosh!

 

Something black flashed and a vicious-looking man barked, “Where’s Yan Mo? Where’d he run off to?”

 

“Oh, Elder Qing Ya.” A lovely woman mocked, “Senior brother Yan Mo found it so boring here so he wanders about.
He’ll meet us at the Double Dragon Gathering.”

 

“He’s at it again, running away by himself?”

 

The elder was outraged, “His goddamned rash behavior will get him killed one of these days.
What if he comes after the Double Dragon Gathering ends? What then?”

 

The woman shrugged, “It’s fine, senior brother Yan Mo will never miss it.
He’s not a child.”

 

“Who’d believe that with his track record?”

 

The elder spat, “Every damn time we have to visit other sects, he slips away.
We meet some trouble? He slips away.
He’s got not one honorable streak in him.

 

“But this is Double Dragon Gathering, once every few centuries.
It affects the future of the sect yet he slips anyway.” The elder held his aching head.

 

The woman grinned.
Then, a cold voice came, “Elder Qing Ya, brother Yan won’t be late.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“I just do.” The man continued, “Because brother Yan won’t let the chance of meeting the best talent in western lands go.
He will come, ha-ha-ha….”

 

The men looked at each other and nodded.

 

In the meantime, Mystical Heaven Sect’s group reached a bustling town with many trinkets on display.
The lively mood had these disciples gawking from being stuck in the sect all their lives.

 

But in a noisy tavern, a red-haired youth with a creepy smile set his eyes on the charming group of beauties on the street…