CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 89 SU CHANGQING: DEMON, NICE THING!

With a heart full of rage, the little Peng King spread his wings, soaring like golden lightning to hover above the platform.

His golden eyes swept recklessly across the entire crowd, finally fixing on the direction where the top elites gathered.

"Caw!"

As a loud cry rang out, the little Peng King stirred up a whirlwind, heading directly toward the many top elites.

"What’s that thing? Such a mighty golden eagle!"

"Open your eyes and see, that’s a Peng, a Great Roc bird!"

"It’s ten zhang in size, this Great Roc must be close to becoming a spirit, right?"

The Demon Race had disappeared from the view of the Human Race for hundreds of years.

The young generation of cultivators mostly only saw scant descriptions of ’demons’ in various ancient texts.

Therefore, upon seeing this Golden-winged Roc, no one thought in that direction, assuming it was a beast tamed by the Little Immortal Sect.

But those well-informed elites suddenly turned pale at this moment.

"It’s a demon!"

A top elite shouted angrily, "It’s from the Golden-winged Roc clan!"

Upon hearing this, although a few people looked confused, many others had their expressions change instantly, their eyes gleaming coldly.

They might not have recognized it as a demon but their elders had talked about that ancient war occasionally.

The Demon Race and Human Race were never friends!

"Hmph!"

Seeing those hostile eyes, the little Peng King snorted disdainfully, swiftly passing over the heads of many top elites.

This scene made everyone’s expressions turn icy cold.

Dare to tread over their heads?

"Get down here!"

A top elite shouted fiercely, raising his hand, sending dozens of zhang of blade light directly toward the little Peng King.

More than one person made a move; this area was full of top elites. Who would tolerate the little Peng King’s impudence?

One by one, they shouted angrily, with violent auras filling the sky, rushing toward the little Peng King.

"Stop."

At this moment, an elder of the Little Immortal Sect appeared, sweeping away those incoming attacks with a wave.

His expression was equally bad, but he couldn’t say much as this was a deal.

"Dare to strike at me."

The little Peng King transformed into a human form, his sharp golden eyes locked onto the first person who attacked,

"If you were at the same stage as me, three moves and I’d cut you down!"

The little Peng King was waiting for the Celestial Demon Pool to open, currently stuck at the peak of one stage in cultivation, because during the Divine Body Foundation Establishment period, entering the Celestial Demon Pool could better enhance his talents.

Yet even so, he looked at those in the third stage, still showing disdain.

"Arrogant!"

The elite laughed angrily and was about to act again but was stopped by the elder.

"I’m in the first stage, let’s see how you defeat me!"

Among the top elites, who didn’t have high aspirations?

Seeing Demons showing off among the Human Race made a first-stage elite shout fiercely, his sharp sword quickly slashing out.

"Stop!"

The elder of the Little Immortal Sect’s face changed seeing this, hurriedly speaking to halt but he was already too late.

The little Peng King stepped heavily, his form like a golden lightning, instantly arriving before that elite.

"Slash!"

The sharp sword with a brilliant gleam fell rapidly, but didn’t even touch the little Peng King’s silhouette.

With a golden gleam shining, the little Peng King’s fist full of power, struck directly on the elite’s chest and abdomen.

"Splash!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out, the elite flew backward instantly.

"Trash!"

The little Peng King pulled back his fist disdainfully, his sharp, arrogant gaze sweeping across the crowd,

"Whoever is at the Divine Body stage can all come at me together."

His father paid a big price to win him this ridiculous test qualification.

If he doesn’t vent his anger properly, he wouldn’t be the little Peng King!

Everyone present was shocked; the one who just came forward was a top elite.

Yet, he couldn’t even block a punch and was blasted away?

The little Peng King was very strong, but the Human Race never lacked courage, especially these young elites present.

Seeing their fellow being beaten, one by one, they became furious, and all those in the first stage stepped forward.

"All stand down and prepare for the third stage qualification test!"

The elder of the Little Immortal Sect pressed down the agitating elites with a grim face.

He knew very well that even if a fight broke out, the ones defeated would only be the Human Race.

In the Divine Body stage, the Demon Race’s strong bodies possessed natural advantages, not to mention the opponent had the Sky Peng bloodline.

...

"This world actually still has demons?"

Su Changqing’s eyes sparkled brightly, looking at the little Peng King with an interested gaze.

"Of course, the demons in this world are quite powerful."

Xuan Qingzi looked towards the distant horizon.

The entry assessment of the Little Immortal Sect unexpectedly had a member of the Demon Race appear, and the elders of the Little Immortal Sect gave no response.

From this, it could be seen that the terrifying ripples from afar earlier were likely from an encounter between the Little Immortal Sect and the Demon Race, and some agreement was possibly reached.

"Is it the Ancient Stone Carvings..."

Xuan Qingzi looked towards the little Peng King, his brows slightly furrowing.

"Master, this demon can take human form, does it still count as a beast?"

Su Changqing asked curiously.

He was very interested in species other than the Human Race.

But Su Changqing didn’t notice that as he spoke, the little Peng King’s gaze ahead grew a bit colder.

Though Su Changqing had deliberately lowered his voice, he wasn’t skilled in sound transmission, still being heard by the other party.

"Beast?"

The little Peng King glanced coldly at Su Changqing, but seeing his ordinary attire and weak aura, snorted disdainfully and ignored him.

And Xuan Qingzi didn’t pay much attention either, merely explaining: "Before opening their intelligence, calling demons beasts isn’t entirely wrong."

"However, once they awaken intelligence, they are considered demons, and some special existences that evolve wisdom are called ’spirits.’"

"The Demon Race is vast, with a very complex internal culture. I have merely heard our teacher mention a few things, not comprehensive."

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing pondered for a moment, then asked the question he wanted to ask most,

"Then can these intelligent demons still be eaten?"

Su Changqing had grown up in the mountains; his only pleasure was probably hunting.

When the others saw the Golden-winged Roc earlier, they considered if it could be tamed.

Yet what Su Changqing thought was, could it be eaten.

This was related to the environment he grew up in; as every feast came as a result of catching prey.

Just then, that ten zhang-sized, dazzling golden Roc had caused quite a shock to Su Changqing.

If he could catch one... how long could he feast on it?

"Uh... eat?"

Xuan Qingzi was taken aback, not quite keeping up with Su Changqing’s line of thought.

But before he could reply, a killing intent-filled shout came from not far away.

"Courting death!"

The little Peng King’s feet flashed with golden light, moving with astounding speed.

Behind him, huge golden wings spread out, swiftly bringing him in front of Su Changqing.

"Dare to discuss whether demons can be eaten right in front of me?"

"Then I’ll devour you first!"

The little Peng King’s mouth opened, mighty blood aura forming a vortex, with terrifying suction emanating.

Su Changqing frowned slightly, light flashing beneath his feet, instinctively ready to step away.

But at this moment, Xuan Qingzi’s wide sleeves swept forward, blocking Su Changqing.

With his fingertips pinching seals, suddenly golden light radiated skyward around him, even his hair and brows flashing gold.

Clang!

A sound like metal clashing rang out, Xuan Qingzi was steadfast under the terrifying suction, the King of Golden Light standing firm.

"Demons, indeed can be eaten."

Xuan Qingzi held the seal upright, casually glanced at the little Peng King, then looked at Su Changqing beside him with a light smile:

"And moreover, it’s greatly nourishing."

At these words, Su Changqing’s eyes immediately lit up as he gazed at the little Peng King.

Demons, what great things they are!