Chapter 635: Make the Demon Descendants Great Again

Chapter 635: Make the Demon-Blooded Great Again

Upon a vast grassland of the Floating Continent.

Jiu Tianliu strolled forward at a leisurely pace, as if inspecting his own corporate estate, his demeanor serene and untroubled, his face betraying not a shred of the tension or anxiety one might expect before a battle.

This was simply because he held absolute certainty of victory in this fight.

More importantly, he knew that countless eyes were upon this battle right now; victory alone was not the key, but winning beautifully, convincing the audience utterly, and fulfilling the public's expectations—that was what truly mattered.

For only thus could he gather more popularity, amass more fortune, and secure greater investments and broader support.

Only by winning battle after battle in this manner could he elevate his fortune and strength to their zenith before the final showdown with Kuang Tianqing, pushing the Dao arts of the Finance Department to their absolute limits.

To achieve this end, Jiu Tianliu had mobilized a vast army of paid shills to manufacture momentum, all to draw more spectators to this match and further amplify the impact of his impending triumph.

Just as his victory in the previous round had brought him a considerable boost.

Suddenly, Jiu Tianliu's gaze sharpened as a figure tore through the cloudy sky, flying at high speed toward his location—it was his opponent for this match, Xue Yueshi, the second-ranked student of Heavenly Demon University.

Seeing this, Jiu Tianliu smiled faintly, treading upon the void and ascending step by step into the heavens; forming a Dao seal with his hand, he pointed a single finger at Xue Yueshi and declared, "Thunderstorm!

"Restructure!"

"Suppress!"

As if his words were imperial edicts, with every phrase Jiu Tianliu uttered, Xue Yueshi's speed plummeted abruptly, as though burdened by countless debts, and the momentum she erupted with took a precipitous dive.

This was the result of Jiu Tianliu consecutively casting the Dao arts of the Finance Department, weakening the level of Xue Yueshi's techniques and reducing several of her skills from level twenty to level nineteen.

"A level twenty technique represents a qualitative leap; without the support of level twenty special effects, the power of the technique drops by at least thirty percent."

"With the power of three techniques simultaneously dropping by thirty percent, her overall comprehensive strength takes a nosedive."

Jiu Tianliu acted as if he had foreseen all of this, striding step by step toward Xue Yueshi, his own momentum swelling ever stronger, and in the blink of an eye, he had completely overwhelmed his opponent.

To weaken an opponent, the Dao arts of the Finance Department required sufficient intelligence to support them.

The richer and more detailed the intelligence on the opponent, the stronger and more precise the weakening effect would be.

Jiu Tianliu spoke with pride, "Xue Yueshi, I am ranked second because the first place belongs to Dao Qiankun."

"You are ranked second because your strength is only at the level of second place."

A few minutes later, having concluded the battle, Jiu Tianliu returned to his starting position, only to find Kuang Tianqing looking his way.

Kuang Tianqing spoke, "Was my junior sister fun to play with?"

Jiu Tianliu replied indifferently, "Kuang Tianqing, there is no need to rush; we shall meet in the finals."

Kuang Tianqing laughed, "If you can keep winning, that is."

Jiu Tianliu turned his head, thinking to himself that this recent provocation could be clipped and broadcast to boost his popularity and his fans' confidence.

Then, the image of Zhang Yu's battle surfaced in his ocular implant, and he mused, "Zhang Yu, don't make my help go to waste; gather intelligence with all your might and pave my path to the throne..."

Kuang Tianqing gave a cold snort in his heart, already noting another grievance in his ocular implant: Jiu Tianliu, provoking me to my face, and beating my lackey to a pulp besides.

Meanwhile, as he watched Zhang Yu's battle, Jiu Tianliu's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he thought in astonishment, "This guy Zhang Yu... what is he trying to do?!"

...

Ying Mingchi possessed the bloodline of a high-tier demon-blooded, and had lived in the world of the high-tier demon-blooded since childhood.

And in the world of the high-tier demon-blooded, the fewer the demonic traits and the closer one's appearance to a human, the purer one's bloodline was considered, and the more popular one would be.

Ying Mingchi, who had been born with a dragon's head... was clearly not popular in the world of the high-tier demon-blooded; many believed his bloodline was impure, resulting in an atavistic reversion that left him with uncontrollable primal instincts and base flaws.

While he was ostracized by many high-tier demon-blooded, the humans were even less welcoming to the bizarrely shaped Ying Mingchi.

Thus, in the world where Ying Mingchi grew up, neither the demon-blooded nor the humans would accept him; both worlds were filled with disdain, exclusion, insults, and other negative emotions directed at him.

Some might say the high-tier demon-blooded ostracized him, but what of the low-tier demon-blooded?

The low-tier demon-blooded indeed did not ostracize Ying Mingchi, but Ying Mingchi looked down upon the low-tier demon-blooded.

Rather than mingling with these poor, weak, and uncultured low-tier demon-blooded, he would prefer to cultivate and live in solitude.

In this state of lonely existence, Ying Mingchi read the Theory of Human-Demon Common Origin, and from then on became a thorough supporter of this theory.

"Demons are the ancestors; humans are merely a branch of demons."

And because of his severe atavistic bloodline, Ying Mingchi gradually unearthed his own potential, and even the knowledge hidden deep within his blood, slowly comprehending the fragmented techniques of the Myriad Transformations Divine Scripture of the Demon Saint.

Though it was only a fragment, after he later entered Heavenly Demon University, he discovered that this fragment could not only greatly enhance the military-grade technique Myriad Transformations of the Heavenly Demon, but also improve various immortal Dao technologies related to breeding.

"How can such a powerful technique be a forbidden art?"

"It is clearly knowledge flowing in our very blood; why is it a forbidden art?"

A speculation surged in Ying Mingchi's mind: "The more one reverts to atavism, the more one awakens the bloodline, the more one can comprehend this technique. Yet the high-tier demon-blooded have always discouraged atavism, taking pride in human form and feeling shame in demon form... This is suppressing atavism, suppressing the awakening of the bloodline, preventing us from gaining knowledge from our blood, and stopping us from obtaining this forbidden art."

"Is there someone trying to suppress the demon-blooded, and thus seeking to stop us?"

Ying Mingchi dared not share the thoughts in his mind with anyone, let alone reveal the contents of the Myriad Transformations Divine Scripture of the Demon Saint.

But the support of the Theory of Human-Demon Common Origin, the emergence of the bloodline technique... all these gradually gave rise to an indelible thought in his mind: "The bloodline of the demon-blooded is superior to that of humans, and holds greater potential."

"It should not be demons chasing the human form, but humans chasing the demon form."

And as his grades improved step by step, and he came into contact with more demon-blooded at the Golden Core and even Nascent Soul realms, Ying Mingchi found that many great demons at the Nascent Soul realm secretly harbored similar thoughts.

"It's a pity... the ideas of the older generation of Spirit Transformation cultivators are too stubborn; only when they die and a new generation of Spirit Transformation cultivators takes over can the teaching direction of Heavenly Demon University change."

But the launch of this year's Top Ten League gave Ying Mingchi a new goal.

"If I can take first place, if I can choose an Immortal Sect technique..."

"I will choose an Immortal Sect technique that can convert human bloodlines into demon bloodlines."

"With the power of the Immortal Sect technique, I will attract humans, converting all those humans who pursue Immortal Sect technology into the demon-blooded."

"Let humans pursue the demon form!"

"Achieve the greatness of the demon-blooded once more!"

...

At this very moment on the battlefield, Ying Mingchi summoned the wind and rain, bringing rolling black clouds to bear down upon Zhang Yu's location.

In Ying Mingchi's eyes, a discriminator of the demon-blooded like Zhang Yu was an obstacle to the revival of the demon-blooded.

Ying Mingchi thought to himself, "Whether it is to strive for the championship of the Top Ten League and secure the possibility of the demon-blooded's revival,"

"or to strike down the phenomenon of discrimination against the demon-blooded and boost the morale of the demon-blooded,"

"I must defeat you!"

As he pondered, bolts of thunder exploded, and the tempest Ying Mingchi had unleashed continued to swell, pressing ever closer toward Zhang Yu's position.

At the same time, Ying Mingchi fixed his dragon eyes upon Zhang Yu and said coldly, "I hope you can take a beating better than your senior sister."

Hu Yuntao: "Little beast!"

Zhang Yu's figure flashed, and he was already sprinting toward the giant dragon floating quietly atop the rolling black clouds in the sky.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth and laughed, "I hope you're a better ride than that junior brother of yours."

Ying Mingchi gave a cold snort, and as his dragon claws swept through the air, streaks of lightning flashed from the dark clouds and struck down toward Zhang Yu.

At the same time, lines of projected subtitles materialized in the air behind him: "Zhang Yu, get one thing straight—humans have never been inherently nobler than demons."

"In fact, in many respects, we are born far more powerful than mankind."

"Had Dao Qiankun not already perished, I would have relished the chance to rival his mastery over the weather and clash with his thunder arts, rather than wasting my time disciplining the likes of you today."

Amidst the violent bombardment of cascading lightning, Zhang Yu retreated step by step.

Yet in the very next moment, Ying Mingchi’s gaze shifted subtly, for he sensed that the rain clouds above were still expanding, swelling relentlessly beyond the bounds of his control.

"The storm clouds are spreading beyond the perimeter of the battlefield. How is this possible? I clearly..."

Ying Mingchi swept his draconic gaze across the field as lines of data flickered within his ocular sockets, displaying the fluctuations in temperature, humidity, and spiritual energy across the battlefield.

Realization struck him swiftly, and his eyes snapped downward to the gathering moisture below and the Blazing Sun Deity continuously heating the waters.

"This bastard..." Ying Mingchi thought to himself. "He's evaporating the moisture, raising the humidity, and expanding my storm clouds."

Watching the clouds swell even further and breach the battlefield's boundaries, prompting notices of fines for unauthorized weather manipulation to flash across his ocular sockets, Ying Mingchi let out a furious roar and strained with all his might to rein in the storm.

Simultaneously, the great dragon bellowed in wrath, "Zhang Yu, what in the heavens are you doing?!"

Wearing an expression of utter bewilderment, Zhang Yu replied, "What did I do? I'm just fighting normally."

Naturally, Zhang Yu had no intention of admitting that his manipulation of water and the Blazing Sun Deity's heating were deliberate ploys to alter the weather, for doing so would bring the fines down upon his own head.

Yet, watching the colossal dragon struggle so desperately to shrink the storm clouds, a smile crept across Zhang Yu's face.

"Weren't you eager to rival Dao Qiankun?"

"If Brother Dao were here, he certainly wouldn't be cowering in fear of a few fines."

Accompanied by the glowing projections of spirit-realm script, Zhang Yu let out a thunderous shout as the Azure Water Golden Crystal Armor condensed ever more moisture, gradually summoning a torrential flood that surged toward the heavens.

Meanwhile, the Blazing Sun Deity shone like a brilliant sun in midair, radiating intense light and continuously boiling vast plumes of vapor into the sky, driving the storm clouds to expand even further.

Ying Mingchi thrashed and tumbled within the tempest, the very gale and downpour he had conjured now becoming his greatest burden as fine after fine flashed before his eyes.

"Zhang Yu, you are courting death!"

Glaring at the endless stream of penalty notices still popping into view, the enraged Ying Mingchi lashed out, driving a vicious claw straight toward Zhang Yu.

(End of Chapter)