My Informative Cultivation Life

"Huang Ji? Sir? You actually refer to a peer as 'sir'?" Yang Ji asked in astonishment.

"Huang Ji is a Quasi-Demon Child genius. Speaking so flippantly, I will surely cut out your tongue today!" Meng Sha said with surging murderous intent.

"Three Demon Brothers, we are here to discuss matters today. We will enter the Battlefield of Inheritances soon, where we should be united in purpose. Why start a dispute?" Next to Xun Yu, the two youths in black robes looked at each other and persuaded.

"We are merely tidying up the household for the Demon Consort," Meng Sha said with a cold smile. "Hei Sha, just arriving in Taichu World, suppressed our young brother Xun Yu and possessed a rebellious nature. If I were to enter the Battlefield of Inheritances with him, it would be like having a thorn in my back."

"Exactly! It's better to convert him into a dark slave, then everyone will be at ease," Night Monarch said coldly. "Not directly killing him is already merciful."

"Since that's the case, Night Brother, take action. This Hei Sha, I'll leave to you. I don't lack such a puppet," Lan Yan said with a faint smile.

"Good!" The eyes of the Night Monarch suddenly blazed with black light, and a pitch-black divine book appeared above him. This book had nine pages, each filled with dark runes. In an instant, the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

"The Black Demon Book!" The complexions of the two youths in black robes next to Xun Yu immediately changed.

The Night Monarch took big strides forward toward Yang Ji, his cloak fluttering like the night sky, "Hei Sha, you still have a chance. Place your Demon Soul into the Black Demon Book, kneel down, submit to me, acknowledge me as your master, and become a dark slave. You'll then have a chance to live. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead."

The aura of the Night Monarch was overwhelming as he steadily advanced, the "Black Demon Book" above his head ready to absorb everything and transform them into servants of the night.

Yet Yang Ji just stood there, motionless, allowing the other's imposing aura to press down on him.

"Submit, or die. Hei Sha, choose one. I'm giving you one last chance," the Night Monarch stopped several yards away from Yang Ji, letting his power simmer, a playful smile creeping onto his face as if he wanted to toy with Yang Ji a little longer.

"If you kneel down and become my servant, I might spare your life," Yang Ji suddenly said with a smile.

"Hmm? You're seeking death!" The Night Monarch faltered, his killing intent toward Yang Ji now apparent.

The two youths in black robes next to Xun Yu shook their heads, knowing Yang Ji was in for trouble.

"Forget it, I wanted to play with you, but I find you boring alone. I've changed my mind. You alone are no match for me; I could suppress you with a mere flick of my hand. So, how about this, Lan Yan, and you Meng Sha, you both join in. I'll suppress all three of you at once.

I'm too lazy to take action three times," Yang Ji said as he stood with his hands behind his back, like a peerless demon lord looking down upon the world, addressing Night Monarch, Lan Yan, and Meng Sha.

Boom!

One statement set off a thousand ripples.

Yang Ji's words shocked everyone present.

To take on three people at once?

Three immensely strong Quasi True Successors together? Three talents, almost leaders among peers, together?

"Has Hei Sha gone insane? Three at once? Is he not afraid of death? Does he think he can't escape today's disaster and is deliberately provoking them? But this is too foolish; it will only cause him more pain!"

"It really is too foolish. Night Monarch, Lan Yan, Meng Sha, these three are incredibly powerful. If they strike together, it's virtually a death sentence. If it were one-on-one, Hei Sha might stand a chance, but now, he's doomed," the two youths in black robes next to Xun Yu exchanged glances and discussed through secret voice transmission.

"Night Monarch, Lan Yan, Meng Sha, these people are all exceptional geniuses, even within the Heavenly Demon Sect, second only to geniuses like Huang Ji, the Quasi Demon Child. He wants to challenge three? Does he think he's on the level of a Quasi Demon Child genius?"

"I can't figure it out, but him being favored by the Demon Consort and having cultivated to the Demon Monarch Realm means it's not as simple as madness. Seeing how calm he is, does he really have some sort of reliance? Could it be the human Mahayana who arrived with him?"

"With the Demon Emperor Ze Yuan lurking in the inner sanctum, this human Mahayana wouldn't dare to intervene in their fight. If Hei Sha truly believes that the human Mahayana who came with him is his reliance, then he is gravely mistaken and will pay a heavy price," the two youths in black robes near Xun Yu quietly discussed through voice transmissions.

"A Demon Emperor has locked onto me, obviously not allowing me to act. Something is wrong; maybe I should take you away," Lang Canghai said to Yang Ji through a voice transmission, his expression darkening. He clearly felt Yang Ji was treating him as a reliance.

"No need! Just watch that Demon Emperor. I'll handle these three!" Yang Ji thought with a cold laugh. Today, he intended to set the rules, establish his authority, so he could take the initiative once he reached the Battlefield of Inheritances.

"Hahahahaha!" Lan Yan burst into laughter upon hearing Yang Ji's words. Rage turned to amusement, "I've seen plenty of arrogant fools, but never someone as ignorant of life and death as you. The three of us at once? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're worthy of that?"

"Truly seeking death! Night Brother, make your move and finish him. With his arrogance, I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain myself and might just slap him to death," Meng Sha said with a cold sneer.

"In that case, then die!" Suddenly, the Night Monarch's gaze swept across, his hands crossed, and he threw a punch.

Darkness fell, and the night deepened.

With the Night Monarch's punch, darkness condensed and space itself began to collapse, as if a dark king had thrust forth his fist from the shadows.