Command 2: The Demonic Advisor’s Granddaughter and the Selection of Demons Palace Disciples

[Final Section – The Battle]

The selection of disciples for the Ten Thousand Demons Palace had progressed halfway through the day. The selection of male section was completed much later than the female’s, as their numbers were greater and their selection methods were different yet more interesting, showcasing their capabilities in a more tangible way than drawing fortune wooden sticks. It was neither too difficult nor too easy: they simply had to unleash their energy in one strike and withstand one strike in return.

For Hailang, this wasn’t taxing at all. His Mountain Body Technique ranked only two levels below the Kurama Technique of the Gui family and was comparable to the Golden Bell Technique of the righteous sects.

It was something one could boast about across the martial world.

Having finished her duties, Ning’ai left the rest to the senior sisters of each building to handle the new disciples. As for her, once she got the opportunity, she slipped away to rest in the shade beside her grandfather. Yet, somehow, she found herself transformed into an accessory atop the lap of the Lord of the Demons Palace.

The big man said, “Clusters of lotuses and lotus leaves must be adorned with a lotus flower,” and the round figure flowed and was dropped on the strong lap.

Look at this—who else could have such a fortune like hers?

Ning’ai exhaled deeply. The little girl agreed to sit on the firm lap, though slightly tense because of the gaze of the hundreds of eyes surrounding her. Still, it was better than enduring the icy storm of cutting words from the Lord later. After sitting for a while, those gazes became like the wind that passed by.

Let them stare, since they could. If they successfully done anything to her, she would think about it. 

“Advisor, the doll you’ve picked up is quite valuable. I respect you,” a teasing voice said half-jokingly. His narrow, shifty eyes darting between the two individuals mentioned.

Ning’ai raised her thin eyebrows… Looking for trouble?

“You exaggerate, Master Xiao. I wouldn’t dare compare my granddaughter to your dolls.” The Demonic Advisor said as if he was being humble, unbothered, and did not understand that subtle insult. It caused Xiao Wuqin’s face to darken like the bottom of a pot.

At first, it sounded nice. If one considered the background for a bit, they would surely know that the old demon aimed to make a subtle sarcastic comment about the filthy, notorious, lecherous action of the deputy commander of the eleventh building. The old man calmly picked up his granddaughter for her to evade the mud throwing her way. However, the waves beneath the dim, dark gray eyes flickered a glint of unwillingness.

This was considered the first time. The elder just growled and let it pass. If there were a second, the other party wouldn’t escape the canine teeth that would be buried within him, making him be in a pool of his own filthy blood and fat.

Or, could it be that this was because the elder hadn’t yet slaughtered a chicken to warn the monkeys...?

But when he met the clear, bright eyes that showed her great respect for him, the old demon could only swallow the malice aura down his throat. Granddaughter, oh my granddaughter, your grandfather has such a kind heart!

“Heh-heh.”

A giggle softly sounded. The girl blinked at her grandfather, who was so gracious. Her grandfather, when he became able to speak, spoke so well that she wanted to stand up and loudly clap her hands. She was ready to present an honorable award to the great grandfather of the era.

Smiling widely, she moved slightly on the strong lap before turning her gaze back toward the stage in a good mood.

“Hmph.” A low hum rumbled softly in the strong throat. Bright, sparkling blue eyes gazed at the small figure on his lap with fondness for the little kid. The round head and slender back rested against the strong chest for comfort. The petite body exuded a cool, soothing scent—not sweetly enticing, but relaxing and natural, almost tempting one to pinch her.

Well, this budding lotus flower had yet to bloom. The man who yearned to taste lotus seeds would have to wait.

This man-eating lotus would require five more years of nurturing.

After the disciple selection process, it was customary for the Demons Palace to grant promising new disciples the opportunity to either seek guidance from or challenge senior disciples or high-ranking members of the Demons Palace, regardless of rank. Ten disciples got the rights from being called by their names by the ones who oversaw the selection. There were five male and five female.

The young girl knew about it well and she had informed about it in advance, so there was no obstacle, except...

“Senior Sister Ning’ai, please guide me.”

“What?” The little one froze mid-smile on the Lord of the Demons Palace’s lap. Her large, sharp eyes blinked rapidly as she looked at a dark-skinned, muscular young man with a tiger tattoo and a buzz cut.

My god! Bad… So bad. Even though he seemed to be a different kind of bad from her lord, he was just as tempting to mess with.

But why did he have to get her a problem?!!! Couldn’t he see she was sitting on the lap of the Lord of all demons in the martial world?! Do you dare?!

Hmph… She hated complications. Did he know that?

In the end, she had no choice but to unwillingly step down onto the central battle platform, wearing long, baggy clothes. She looked at the young man, who was around eighteen or nineteen years old, in astonishment. His internal energy was firm, it was those of the general level, and his standing posture was like those of great individuals. He was considered a prodigy above prodigies.

But then what? Did she care about it?

“Ah... well...”“Please go easy on me, Senior Sister.” Before she could speak, the hot-tempered young man quickly and relentlessly slammed his shin at the little figure, as if he didn’t see her as a girl at all.

A part of Ning’ai wanted to pretend to roll off the platform like a ball to end the matter. She only feared that it would tarnish her grandfather’s dignity. Thus, the little girl feigned stumbling back a few steps, just enough for it to look appropriate. Her large, round eyes glanced at the young man in resignation as she raised her arms to block the attacks without moving.

Let him be exhausted and stop this himself seemed great.

Thunk!

The young man, however, seemed to be somewhat aware. Once he observed and noticed that he couldn’t attack her, he backed off to conserve his strength. Ning’ai saw it and thought that he was quite okay. He had some sense.

“Are you tired? I think this is enough…”

Whoosh…

Just kidding. Once she left a gap unguarded, not only did the giant young man not wait for her to finish her words, but he also gave her punches, kicks, and knees aimed at her vital points. This caused her to busily defend herself. She was this small and delicate, yet he could still do this to her, no wonder he was a demon.

With this, Ning’ai softly kicked the knee of the young man who didn’t practice enough for once.

Aargh!

She had completely forgotten that her physical strength was like those of giants and demons because of The Thousand Demons, and there also was intense Kurama’s internal energy. The so-called ‘light’ was no different from breaking someone’s bones.

Alright, alright. She apologized in her heart. She would connect it back for him.

Thud!

She kicked his knee joint again in the blink of an eye. It might hurt a lot, and his knee might swell a bit, but it was better than being crippled with broken, lingering leg injuries. Look at how merciful she was?

Yet to others who watched them and noticed it, they thought the little demoness was so ruthless.

What kind of demon would break bones only to connect them back? And if she kept doing it repeatedly, wasn’t that equivalent to torturing someone to be in a state of a living dead? How good it was that the little demoness only played and teased the bold tiger cub?

The young man, whom people pitied him, bit his lip until it bled inside. His sharp eyes locked onto the ten-year-old girl with determination. He endured, standing on one leg. He threw punches at the little kid without losing his spirit. Ning’ai thought that this was a good thing. He had both talent and perseverance, one that he probably gained himself.

Was it the right thing for someone like this to join the Demons Palace?

As countless reasons popped up in her mind once again, it seemed as if her small feet were stepping on firm muscles. She vaguely recalled that it they were six-pack abdominal muscles, pulsing.

Oh. His things were great.