Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 98 - 82: The Surrender of the Demon General

Chapter 98: Chapter 82: The Surrender of the Demon General

Two Cultivators of the Mountain-Overturning Realm, with a humanoid form manifested through an Illusion Technique, but the actual body is still very weak as an Immortal Sword.

Such a combination, though powerful, is not without a solution; even if they cannot win, they at least have room to maneuver and escape.

First, this Underworld has already been infused with Demon Energy by him, forming a Demon Energy network, making the area within hundreds of miles a home ground for the Demon Race. Secondly, the Demon Energy Pool is about to be completed, and the Demon Nest’s effects are already beginning to show. It can provide an endless supply of Demon Energy without consuming human Cultivators and can command the entire Underworld’s Demon Essence at will. Thirdly, within the past day, he has transformed hundreds of Demon Essences into the lowest-ranked Demon Soldiers of the Demon Race. Although their combat capabilities are nearly nonexistent, the semi-completed Demon Nest enables them to act independently, creating cover for his escape...

In conclusion, the situation is far from desperate. Moreover, as a personal guard under His Majesty the Demon Emperor, even if the situation is truly irreversible, one should calmly face the final outcome, and must not disgrace the Demon Race.

Mi Yanhanba continually cheered himself on internally to muster the courage to face this white-robed youth, to face the will of the Supreme Divine Sword that once destroyed the Great Demon God Emperor...

It’s no longer the invincible Celestial Divine Sword; now it’s weaker than even himself, only as strong as a Cultivator of the Cloud Surge Realm at most—essentially negligible! It even needs to travel with two human Cultivators to dare face him! What is there to fear about such a Celestial Divine Sword? No, not only is it not terrifying, but it is also laughable! Laughable that the Jiuzhou savior who destroyed the Great Demon God Emperor back in the day, is about to die at the hands of Mi Yanhanba!

His Majesty the Demon Emperor, you are the origin of the Demon Race, the pillar that allows the Demon Race to sweep across the Myriad Realms... I will avenge you.

Finally, when Mi Yanhanba gathered enough courage to prepare for resistance, he discovered...

Unknowingly, he had already walked out from the rocks, the Yin Body was kneeling before the illusion of the Divine Sword, motionless like a human begging for mercy, awaiting judgment.

At the same time, he was speaking in the human language, and the meaning conveyed was so unbelievable...

"Don’t kill me, I can do anything, just don’t kill me... I’m already the only remaining member of the Demon Race in this world, spare my life, and display me like a protected animal, okay? You see, humans know nothing about the Demon Race now, a grand Cultivator of the Mountain-Overturning Realm couldn’t even see through the hastily set up possession trap, utterly naïve! Spare my life to warn other Cultivators, wouldn’t that be good? Really, as long as you don’t kill me, I can do anything!"

Wait, what... what is this nonsense? How can a dignified Upper-Rank Demon General, a personal guard appointed by the Great Demon God Emperor, utter such shameless words? During the Final Battle of the Apocalypse, even in the late stages when humans launched a massive counterattack and the battle situation gradually worsened, there was never a record of Demon Generals surrendering, and the Great Demon God Emperor never took a step back, even perishing alongside the Celestial Divine Sword on the final battlefield! How could Mi Yanhanba, as the inheritor of the Demon Emperor’s will, set such a precedent?!

"Oh right, I also know where the treasure of the Demon Race’s great army is buried. As long as the basic structure of this world remains, I can help you dig up the treasure! I am an Upper-Rank Demon General, a personal guard of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, everything I say is true!"

What, digging up the Demon Race treasure?! This... this is utterly blasphemous! The so-called treasure of the Demon Race refers to those Demon Generals who gloriously sacrificed themselves on the battlefield, who had the privilege of temporarily storing their lifetime’s spoils and personal equipment in a location, so that later Demon Race members with matching affinities can retrieve their treasures. It symbolizes the Demon Race’s army’s everlasting vitality and courage.

Therefore, the Demon Race’s treasure sites are not only treasure sites but also one of the spiritual totems of the Demon Race, how can they allow humans to lay their hands on it?!

"I know I’ve killed a human Cultivator and seized his shell. According to human rules, a life should be repaid with another life. But I really didn’t mean to, I was just too weak at the time and instinctively seized his life force. Even later, the Parasitic Demon Seed on that Cultivator was unintentionally sown, it was just a reflex! If it happened when I was clear-headed, even with multiple attempts, I wouldn’t dare do it. The Demon Race is extinct, and now is the era of you humans. How foolish would I be to commit murder in its current weakness? So, it really wasn’t intentional, please, Lord Divine Sword, investigate thoroughly!"

Shut up already, Mi Yanhanba, you’ve brought nothing but disgrace to the Demon Race! Even when times got tough back then, the Demon Race never shamelessly begged for mercy from humans. How could you...

"I can compensate the victims; let me serve as their son, or even a slave! They can vent their anger by carving my flesh and bleeding me, just grant me life... I, I’ve already died once, I don’t want to die again, I beg of you, spare me!"

Mi Yanhanba kept begging while using the Demon Race’s Perception, nervously observing the reactions of the Celestial Divine Sword and the two Cultivators of the Mountain-Overturning Realm. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Celestial Divine Sword’s expression remained unchanged, the female Cultivator on the left looked astonished, while the male Cultivator on the right showed impatience: "This guy talks too much, just kill him and go home?"

Mi Yanhanba immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

Meanwhile, Mi Yanhanba also noticed the Divine Sword holding a Communication Spirit Stone, projecting the faces of two puzzled young girls.

One of the girls, who still seemed youthful, said, "Wang Jiu, is this what you described as... heinous, extremely dangerous, must strictly follow your command to defeat it, the Demon Race?"

Next to her, the girl who appeared more mature and dignified subconsciously nodded, saying: "Don’t underestimate this Demon Race... being able to instantly judge the gap in strength between the two sides, yet brazenly utter such shameless pleas, without an ounce of self-respect, this character in our world might very well become a local tyrant, cannot be underestimated."

The young girl appeared doubtful: "Is it really so?"

The more mature and dignified girl raised her chin: "Of course! You’re young and don’t know the evils of the world yet, but I have seen much of it."

Meanwhile, the male Cultivator beside the Celestial Divine Sword shook his head and asked, "If there’s nothing else, can I go back now?"

The accompanying female Cultivator, feeling frustrated, asked, "What on earth is so urgent?!"

"There’s just one volume left to finish the novel."

"Hold it in!"

On the other side, Wang Jiu was also quite astonished.

"To be honest, back in the day, I slew countless demons alongside the Jiu Immortal Venerables, but it’s rare to see an individual so lacking in dignity and shame as this. Truly a peculiar specimen among the Demon Race. It indeed holds specimen and exhibition value."

At this moment, Mi Yanhanba’s inner dignity had already shattered completely, and he quickly said, "Yes, yes, a shameless demon like me is indeed rare in the world, it would be such a pity to kill me!"

However, the next moment, Wang Jiu casually remarked.

"Indeed, Shang Lanfei and Rakugo both had a habit of collecting demon specimens back then. After a great battle, hundreds or thousands of corpses could be gathered, and they often spared rare species they fancied, keeping live specimens."

Mi Yanhanba was just about to joyfully sing praises for those two’s nice habits, but suddenly found the names familiar... In the next moment, sure enough, he heard Wang Jiu coldly say, "Unfortunately, both Shang Lanfei and Rakugo died at the hands of the Demon Race."

Mi Yanhanba was utterly terrified, unable to even think of any words to beg for mercy.

Following this, a female cultivator beside the Celestial Divine Sword asked, "Mr. Wang Jiu, there’s something I don’t understand... According to Xiangzhou’s history, the Demon Race has been extinct for at least several thousand years. At least in recorded history, there’s no record of the Demon Race awakening. So, is the appearance of this Upper-Rank Demon General merely a coincidence, or is there a deeper reason? Could this scene we see now be just a... prologue?"

By the last two words, Zhao Yan’s expression had already turned as calm as water. Through the Communication Spirit Stone, Lu Xin and Shen Qingming both took a sharp breath.

Is it possible that the legendary battle between Immortals and Demons that destroyed the Immortal Cultivation Civilization of Jiuzhou, bringing a prolonged Dark Era, is about to be reenacted!?

"I’m afraid it’s impossible."

In the dark, Mi Yanhanba softly spoke.

"The Demon Race can never rise again; you don’t have to worry about being threatened by them."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jing rushed to ask: "If there’s no threat, can I go back now?"

Wang Jiu gestured to calm down, then asked, "Reason?"

Mi Yanhanba said, "Because His Majesty the Demon Emperor is... no more. He was both the origin and the endpoint of our race. I once thought that even if He was gone, others—like me—would carry His will and revive the Demon Race. But it’s no longer possible. Without His Majesty the Demon Emperor, the Demon Race is just a bunch of walking dead. Just like me... during the final apocalyptic battle, I would certainly never kneel to humans, but now I think it’s nothing. As long as I can survive, I can do anything."

"Interesting statement." Wang Jiu touched his chin and fell into contemplation.

As a core combatant in the Immortal Demon War back then, he is undoubtedly an expert on the Demon Race issue, but... after all, he hadn’t researched as deeply as Shang Lanfei and others; he remains half-knowledgeable on many issues, so whether what Mi Yanhanba said is true or false is hard to judge.

Impressively, this guy was knocked out by Shen Kaishan right at the beginning of the final battle; a minor character among minor characters. If it weren’t for the Sword Spirit’s near-photographic memory, it would indeed be hard to remember such a small figure, so whether Mi Yanhanba really has such integrity remains an unknown... and discerning the demon’s character is truly not his forte.

As the Celestial Divine Sword, Wang Jiu excels only at slaying demons. In other theoretical areas, it has always been Shang Lanfei at the forefront, leading the professional team of the Jiu Immortal Venerables in the Myriad Immortals Alliance for research.

Pausing for thought, Zhao Yan suggested, "Mr. Wang Jiu, I think perhaps we should spare his life. This demon is indeed hateful, but even killing him now won’t gain us more. Instead, his strange awakening leaves me uneasy, and this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated."

Through the Communication Spirit Stone, Shen Qingming opposed: "Better to kill him; there’s something unsettling about this demon. Even after saying so much to beg for mercy, who knows which word can be trusted."

Lu Xin hesitated but, hearing Shen Qingming’s firm stance, nodded along: "Indeed, it is the Demon Race after all; it’s hard to tell the truth from lies. Rather than being entangled in his words, it’s safer to kill him."

Zhao Yan countered: "Isn’t that too rash? It’s easy to kill him, but what about afterward? What if we miss some important information..."

Yet before Zhao Yan finished speaking, she saw a sharp red light shoot like an arrow toward the demon’s Yin body on the ground, igniting it instantly and turning it to ashes.

Li Jing, with a face of extreme urgency, quickly retracted his right hand holding the Crimson Poison Ring and asked, "Can I go back now?"