"Young Master Su, does your Ziwei Sect truly have the confidence to deal with the experts of the Corpse World..."
The Vermilion Bird Demon King inquired. He could tell that Ye Yunfei was not the type to boast idly, so he was somewhat curious.
Boom…
Ye Yunfei didn't speak. Instead, he gestured towards the direction of the Ziwei Ancestral Temple. An indescribably vast wave of energy pressure erupted into the sky. Everyone inside and outside the Ziwei Sect felt as if an intangible divine mountain was pressing down upon them, rendering them completely immobile.
Even the two Demon Kings, Lü Yugang, and other powerful figures felt a sense of dread rising from the depths of their souls. They stood there, not daring to move a muscle.
"That's Imperial Aura!"
Both Demon Kings exclaimed in shock.
Ye Yunfei casually waved his hand. That terrifying pressure receded like the tide, vanishing in an instant.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted.
"Rest assured, honorable Demon Kings. Although the Ziwei Sect has declined, we possess our own legacy and will not allow ourselves to be bullied," Ye Yunfei stated calmly.
"Hahaha… Young Master Su, you are right. After all, Ziwei Sect is a tradition founded on the Emperor's Way. Its foundation must not be weak."
Golden Roc Demon King laughed heartily. The oppressive force from a moment ago made him realize that Ziwei Sect indeed possessed a terrifyingly formidable foundation. He had never felt such pressure, not even from the Demon Race Patriarch!
"Honorable Demon Kings, please return and discuss with the Patriarch. Lure the Corpse World expert to Ziwei Sect, and then our Ziwei Sect and the Patriarch will join forces to eliminate him. Once that expert from the Corpse World is dealt with, the rest of their forces will pose little threat," Ye Yunfei proposed to the two Demon Kings.
"Good. I'll return immediately and confer with the Patriarch," the two Demon Kings nodded in agreement.
They then departed hurriedly.
"Pass the order: starting now, all members of the Tianxuan Army must remain within headquarters. No one is to step beyond its perimeter," Ye Yunfei commanded.
"Understood," Lü Yugang and other high-ranking Tianxuan Army officers responded with nods. They understood the gravity of the situation; Ye Yunfei and the Demon Race Patriarch intended to lure the Corpse World expert to Ziwei Sect. After all, the strength of that expert was on par with the Demon Race Patriarch! That was a pinnacle expert!
"Oh? The Ziwei Sect headquarters emits a powerful Imperial Aura?"
Not long after, the Demon Race Patriarch listened to the reports from the two Demon Kings, his gaze turning towards the direction of Ziwei Sect.
"The energy that shook the entire Eastern Barrens two days ago was indeed the Imperial Aura of the Ziwei Great Emperor. Very well. I shall go to Ziwei Sect now. Cooperate with Young Friend Su Fei to deal with the Corpse World expert. I hope Young Friend Su Fei will not disappoint me."
After some thought, the Demon Race Patriarch made his decision. He had been targeted by the Corpse World expert, having discovered that the opponent was also very powerful, which had kept him from making any rash moves. Now, he decided to take the risk and go to Ziwei Sect!
"Patriarch, do you truly believe Ziwei Sect's foundation can handle the Corpse World's expert?" one Demon King asked, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Besides the Vermilion Bird Demon King and Golden Roc Demon King, over a dozen other Demon Kings stood before the Patriarch.
"You all sensed the energy pressure emanating from Ziwei Sect's direction a few days ago. Therefore, I believe Young Friend Su Fei will likely not disappoint me," the Demon Race Patriarch responded after a moment's thought.
"Patriarch, let us accompany you. If anything unforeseen happens, we can offer some support," another Demon King spoke up.
"There's no need. With your strength, you wouldn't be of much help," the Demon Race Patriarch shook his head.
"Focus your efforts on consolidating the forces of our Eastern Wasteland Demon Race. Prepare for battle against the Corpse World forces."
With that, the Demon Race Patriarch took a single step and vanished from the Heavenly Demon Forest. Then, striding forth, he headed towards the Ziwei Sect headquarters.
"That old Jiao has left the Heavenly Demon Forest. I wonder where he intends to go," a voice suddenly sounded high in the sky in the distance.
"Wherever he goes, we follow. This is our chance to deal with him," another voice replied.
The Demon Race Patriarch was exceptionally powerful and cultivated various profound techniques and martial arts. As he strode through the sky, each step seemed to contract the distance beneath his feet, making his speed far surpass that of ordinary airships.
After most of the day, the Demon Race Patriarch arrived just outside the Ziwei Sect headquarters.
"Young Friend Su Fei, I have come as promised."
The Demon Race Patriarch stood before the mountain gate of Ziwei Sect, speaking softly. Yet his voice permeated the headquarters, allowing every person to hear him clearly.
"Has that old Jiao really come?"
The Mysterious Turtle, who had been lazily basking in the sun, suddenly lifted its head upon hearing the voice and looked outward.
"It really is him!"
Upon seeing the Demon Race Patriarch standing outside the headquarters, the Mysterious Turtle gave a wry smile.
"Seems this old codger is still in pretty good health."
The Mysterious Turtle said with a laugh.
"Old Codger, since you're here, come on in and have a chat," the Mysterious Turtle sent a mental message to the Demon Race Patriarch.
"Old Turtle, I'm not here for you. You're not that important for me to visit personally. I'm here to see Young Friend Su Fei," the Demon Race Patriarch replied.
"You old fellow, putting on airs after so many years apart. By the way, Su Fei is considered a junior of mine. Fraternizing with my junior puts your seniority significantly lower than mine," the Mysterious Turtle retorted unhappily.
"Hahaha… I'm not here to bicker with you, old turtle. I have serious business with Young Friend Su Fei," the Demon Race Patriarch laughed.
"Greetings, Old Senior."
At this moment, Ye Yunfei had already walked out of the headquarters and stood before the Demon Race Patriarch, speaking respectfully. This Demon Race Patriarch had a frighteningly high seniority, deserving such deference.
"Hehe, Young Friend Su Fei is truly a dragon among men. The meeting surpasses mere reputation."
The Demon Race Patriarch appraised Ye Yunfei and couldn't help but nod in approval. He was shocked to find he couldn't quite see through this young man before him.
"You honor me too much, Old Senior. Please come inside quickly. Let's sit and talk further," Ye Yunfei said.
"In my opinion, there's no need to go inside. The environment here is quite good. I happen to possess some Superior Grade Enlightenment Tea that has been growing for a thousand years. I have thirty leaves in total. Today, I shall take out five leaves to brew tea. Let us savor it together."
The Demon Race Patriarch said.
"Superior Grade Enlightenment Tea that has been growing for a thousand years!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Yunfei was somewhat astonished. Enlightenment Tea was considered the pinnacle among teas, extremely rare to obtain. Superior Grade leaves with a thousand-year growth were even more uncommon. He never expected this Demon Race Patriarch to possess thirty leaves!
"Young Friend, that mountain peak over there boasts splendid scenery with a singing spiritual spring and a gentle breeze. Let us go there."
With a flash, the Demon Race Patriarch appeared atop a mountain peak near Ziwei Sect headquarters, landing on a scenic, level slope.
Ye Yunfei followed.