freenovelworld Chapter 294 Bai Ze Loses the Garden
Chapter 294 Bai Ze Loses the Garden
Bai Ze's icy gaze fell upon the two of them.
The moment his gaze touched Yang Jiao, it shifted, softening his cold, sharp eyes. He seemed less wary, but that didn't make her feel any warmer.
Yang Jiao held Mosquito Taoist's hand tightly with one hand, fearing that she would swoop down and suck Bai Ze's blood, and advised her:
“This place doesn’t look like it has good feng shui, let’s rebuild it.”
The construction of Mosquito Taoist's garden was not yet half completed when he died on the way.
Twice in a row, his Dao heart collapsed.
When Heaven sends down a divine beast to the mosquitoes, it will first destroy their garden.
Even with her good temper, she couldn't withstand such a blow, and she kept rolling up her sleeves, ready to start a fight.
Yang Jiao was practically clinging to the Mosquito Taoist, which pulled her towards Bai Ze. She quickly whispered a warning in Bai Ze's ear:
"Bai Ze, that's Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, you can't suck it up, you mosquito."
“She can absorb it.” Bai Ze suddenly looked up and stared intently at Mosquito Daoist. He had long heard that there were two beings in the Blood Sea: one was the Styx River and the other was Mosquito Daoist. He had thought they were ferocious beasts, but he hadn’t expected them to be like this.
Faced with the accusing expression on Mosquito Taoist's face, Bai Ze guessed that his true form had encroached on her territory and promised:
"It was Bai Ze's fault; we will certainly compensate Mosquito Taoist with an even better garden."
Mosquito Taoist wasn't a petty mosquito, so since Bai Ze had agreed, he stopped making a fuss.
He immediately asked with brimming eyes:
"Monster milk, is it delicious?"
Yang Jiao: ...
Bai Ze: ……
After a long pause, Bai Ze spoke again with difficulty:
"I'll give you a female demon in return."
Mosquito Taoist's eyes suddenly lit up, wishing he could build two more gardens for Bai Ze to trample on.
Such an understanding demon is a rare sight indeed!
Bai Ze raised his sleeve to shield the face of the person who had fallen to the ground from the blinding light before calmly speaking to Yang Jiao:
"It's been a long time. I haven't yet congratulated you on being bestowed the title of Qingfu Zhengshen."
Yang Jiao climbed off the Mosquito Taoist, a look of doubt on her face:
"The news of my receiving the title has even reached Kunlun Mountain?"
"More than just Kunlun Mountain?" Bai Ze gave a wry smile.
"The sound resounds throughout Beiju Luzhou, and the name of Qingfu Zhengshen is widely known."
Taibai Jinxing, a close advisor to the Jade Emperor, received the decree and read it three times in Beiju Luzhou. The resounding sound echoed throughout all the demon caves, a clear warning from the Jade Emperor.
The demons do not know him and fear his name.
Those who knew about it, such as Ji Meng and Qin Yuan, also hid in their own caves, not daring to do anything like they had ordered Jiu Tou Xiang Liu to do it again.
Even...
Bai Ze's gaze only gained warmth when it fell upon the person on the ground.
It's strange that Ji Meng made a mistake, which implicated the demon race and His Highness.
After the Demon Court was disbanded, all the demons were already struggling to survive, and inevitably there were those who were used to their comforts and couldn't accept the status quo, and who couldn't see the bigger picture.
Driven by ambition, they want to gain their own benefits, but lacking a better pretext, they all act in his name.
By this point, Lu Ya had offended many people.
Bai Ze, whose strength far surpassed Yang Jiao's by an unknown margin, suddenly stood up, cupped his hands, and placed himself at the lower end of the table, saying:
"I have come here to ask the God of Pure Blessings for a favor."
Yang Jiao could hardly accept Bai Ze's grand gesture.
Although he had a bad reputation among the demons, no commentary from later generations had a single wrong word about him, which immediately made him feel terrified.
"I'm just a figurehead deity; if there's anything I can do to help you, it's not my problem."
Bai Ze, however, was different.
His gaze shifted from Yang Jiao to Lu Ya on the ground, and he said with concern:
"This matter can only be accomplished by Qingfu Zhengshen."
Bai Ze is intelligent.
As a former military advisor of the Demon Court, he was well-versed in the principles of heaven and earth and could discern the beginning and the end of events simply by considering them in his own mind.
The Jade Emperor's decree was a reminder to the demon race.
The White Crane Boy's trip to Beiju Luzhou was to demand Lu Ya's attitude, and the attitude of the last bloodline of the Demon Court.
Bai Ze's hopeful gaze fell on Yang Jiao. In any case, as long as His Highness befriended the person before him, the Heavenly Court would not keep an eye on His Highness, and even the Sages would be at ease.
The demon race dared not ask for anything more.
If Prince Lu Ya were to leave Beiju Luzhou this time, and the demon race there were to rebel, they would not hold Prince Lu Ya hostage.
Yang Jiao vaguely sensed something.
Too many of their demons are restless, such as the great demon who previously supported the Nine-Headed Xiangliu.
Even without Yang Jiao saying anything, one could guess a thing or two: none of the Ten Great Demon Saints who survived were simple characters.
However, Yang Jiao's thoughts were far from complete, and she was too frightened to speak by Bai Ze's next words.
Bai Ze's expression grew even more somber, and his voice was tinged with fear:
"The karma of the demon race rests on Your Highness!"
"In his early years, in order to increase the chances of the demon race's survival, His Highness learned all the unorthodox arts of the Demon Court, and in the end, he used them to transfer the demon race's karma to himself and suffer the sins in their place."
This is why the dragon race declined afterward, while the demon race was able to cultivate normally.
She could hardly imagine it.
How difficult it must be for one person to bear the karma of an entire community.
Yang Jiao approached the unresponsive person on the ground and, upon closer inspection, noticed an abnormal blush on Lu Ya Dao Ren's handsome face. A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the person as she got closer.
She looked at Bai Ze, puzzled, and asked:
"With such immense karma, what can I do to help?"
We can't just let Bai Ze die and then bestow a godhood upon him, can we?
How could the Heavenly Court possibly feel at ease letting the former crown prince of the previous dynasty take up a post?
Bai Ze looked at Yang Jiao and said in a deep voice:
"Back then, the Demon Court suffered a great defeat, and the demon race had almost no chance of survival. They hid and eke out a living in various parts of the Three Realms. Your Highness could not bear to see the demon race perish, so you used unorthodox methods to take on all the karma on your own shoulders, suffering endless torment. Now the demon race has stabilized and will not perish as long as they do not cause trouble. However, Your Highness is carrying more and more burdens and is already at the end of his rope. I can only ask the Jade Void Palace to let Your Highness participate in the Conferring of Gods War."
"If I'm not mistaken, the God of Pure Blessing has already merged the Taiji Banner. This banner, through the union of Yin and Yang, can suppress karma and protect Your Highness's life."
After listening.
Yang Jiao gave Bai Ze another deep look.
The rumors were indeed true.
This person truly knows everything; no wonder he can serve as the strategist of the Demon Court.
"The Tai Chi Banner can suppress karma temporarily, but it is not a long-term solution."
Yang Jiao's words also had their own considerations. If the Taiji Banner were used to help Lu Ya Dao Ren suppress the karma of the demon race, wouldn't that be undermining his own uncle's backing?
The demon race and the Heavenly Court were originally related as successive dynasties.
Seeing Yang Jiao's hesitation, Bai Ze quickly added:
"It won't take you long. I have already calculated the way to untangle the karma of the demon race; it is to find the Twelfth Grade Golden Lotus of Merit. The Golden Lotus of Merit can suppress fortune and completely suppress karma."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jiao cautiously glanced at Mosquito Taoist, who was still lost in thought.
Well, that twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit is a magic treasure of the Guide Daoist, bestowed by the Ancestor Hongjun. After we mosquitoes took a bite, it dropped to the ninth grade.