“Men, no matter what great troubles they face, will grit their teeth and swallow them, and they absolutely won’t tell their women much.”
So BaiQingsong comforted WangFengxia, assuring her that everything was under control and that Big Brother would arrive at any moment.
“That Demon Emperor–level powerhouse is just courting death!”
WangFengxia was placated.
But how ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) could BaiQingsong vent his own anxiety?
With the month’s deadline slipping away, he felt grief pressing on his heart, so he went out for a stroll.
By chance, the public selection for Demon Lord in Kongming Prefecture was underway, and he decided to take a look.
Unexpectedly, he actually discovered YeYu.
As always, everything was fate!
With a bright smile, BaiQingsong escorted YeYu back to Dongyao Prefecture, then quietly told WangFengxia, “This is Big Brother. I’m going to speak with him about the matter right now.”
This was why WangFengxia had grown so anxious in her inquiries—after all, they were facing a Demon Emperor–level opponent. Could Big Brother really handle him?
If not, she would have to run away early.
With her beauty, finding another powerful protector wouldn’t be difficult.
In response to her question, BaiQingsong chuckled softly: “I haven’t told Big Brother about that matter yet!”
“What? How can you not tell him? With five days left and the month’s deadline approaching, what will you do then?”
WangFengxia’s expression was anxious, though in her heart she was already considering finding someone else.
Alas, her dream of being the greatest Demon Lord’s wife was utterly shattered.
But BaiQingsong swept her into his arms and declared with heroic spirit, “Big Brother will preach in Dongyao Prefecture five days from now. If that damned wretch dares to show up, my brother will crush him in a heartbeat!”
“Here’s a secret for you—don’t think a Demon Emperor–level is that formidable. To be honest, my Big Brother has even killed a god! A deity beyond the Emperor realm!”
At this, WangFengxia was filled with doubt.
She wondered how a god could even exist in the Demon Realm.
Yet seeing BaiQingsong’s certainty, she thought it probably wasn’t a problem.
If so, perhaps her dream of becoming Demon Lord’s wife could continue.
But what did BaiQingsong’s Big Brother actually look like?
She hadn’t seen him clearly in that brief encounter.
Was he handsome?
BaiQingsong’s smile grew even more radiant.
He felt as if, with Big Brother at his side, the world was his.
What luck—he had been worrying how to persuade Big Brother to help him, and instead Big Brother had declared he wouldn’t leave for days and would preach in five days.
Perfect timing!
No worries—what a relief.
But somehow, he felt he’d forgotten something important.
Hm, what could it be?
Why couldn’t he recall?
BaiQingsong frowned slightly but didn’t dwell on it.
Whatever—it must not be too important if he can’t remember it.
Meanwhile, in the Celestial Realm, a figure hidden beneath a black robe let out a heavy sneeze.
This was none other than Grand Custodian JiaoTianao of Dongyao Prefecture.
He pinched his nose, looking utterly confused and aggrieved.
Gazing at the drifting auspicious clouds, tears nearly fell from his eyes.
“Great Demon Lord, I really can’t find YeYu.”
“You said, if I can’t find him, I’m to die in the Celestial Realm.”
“But this place isn’t as good as the Demon Realm—I’m more used to the dark sky.”
“Can’t we negotiate? Let me return to the Demon Realm to die at least!”
“At least fallen leaves return to their roots!”
“And where, oh where, is Big Brother’s Big Brother?”
Five days slipped by in silence.
During that time, a message spread throughout the Demon Realm:
On the eleventh month, third day of Demon Calendar Year 538,000,000, Dongyao Prefecture’s Demon Lord BaiQingsong announced that his Big Brother would publicly preach atop Demon-Gathering Peak in Dongyao Prefecture.
Those of fated affinity could even be taken as direct disciples, their futures boundless.
Upon hearing this, countless powerful figures in the Demon Realm began to discuss fervently:
Who was BaiQingsong’s Big Brother?
By what right did he call himself a preacher? What strength did he possess?
When these questions arose, BaiQingsong responded openly:
“Who is my Big Brother? The one who kept me alive through the Ascension War.”
“As for his realm? You vermin—no matter how hard you rack your brains, you’ll never figure it out!”
This retort caused an uproar.
Over eighty percent of the demons were furious.
After all, being called vermin cut deep.
They felt BaiQingsong was just being mysterious for show.
“What do you mean, ‘rack our brains and still not figure it out’? That’s just boasting!”
Everyone knew that the highest realm in the Demon Realm was Demon Emperor.
Even if your Big Brother were a Demon Emperor, so what?
Truly, this wasn’t just demon brothers bragging—before the revival of demon qi, had you told us your Big Brother was Demon Emperor, we would’ve been impressed.
But now, with demon qi fully awakened, Demon Emperors were still rare, but they existed.
There had been Demon Emperors in the last Ascension War.
So they weren’t that scarce.
There was no need to rack their brains.
“We hate this air of mystery you’re putting on!”
Of course, a small minority chose to believe BaiQingsong.
As the only Demon Lord to survive the Ascension War, he must have real strength.
His words should be trusted.
Could there really be a realm above Demon Emperor?
Suddenly, BaiQingsong’s mysterious Big Brother became the hottest topic in the Demon Realm, bar none.
In this atmosphere, hordes of demons set out for Dongyao Prefecture.
Dongyao Prefecture leapt to become the most densely populated place in the Demon Realm.
Inside the Demon Lord’s hall, WangFengxia changed into an enchanting ritual robe and, beaming, leaned close to YeYu.
“Big Brother, please accept these local Demon fruits from Dongyao Prefecture. I’ve also learned some massage techniques—may I help soothe your shoulders?”
Seeing her diligent attentions, BaiQingsong standing nearby turned green with envy—so green that even his head seemed tinged.
Ever since yesterday, when WangFengxia saw Big Brother, she’d changed completely—icy cold toward him, wildly passionate toward Big Brother.
Sure enough, a succubus’s love cannot be contained.
