Command 4: The Demonic Advisor’s Granddaughter and the Martial World Assembly [Opening Section – Appearance]

The Martial World Assembly, or more accurately, a boast of power and a discussion of rules and agreements among the fifteen power factions of the martial world, comprised: one palace, two halls, four families, three righteous sects, four unrighteous sects, and one monastery. It was held every three years during the dongtian season, in the daxue period, lasting fifteen consecutive days. The hosting responsibility rotated among the factions.

As this was a grand event, the Demons Palace was bustling the whole days, from dawn till when the moon was about to leave the sky. The first five days were dedicated to welcoming groups of travelers from the various power factions, arranging accommodations, and providing great service to everyone regardless of statuses. During this time, the palace was quite chaotic, since how could an oil near fire with winds to help blow it not flare up? Furthermore, the Lord of the Demons Palace, the Deputy Lord, and the Demonic Advisor had to frequently greet guests themselves.

The only exception was Dew Residence, which no one could infiltrate. So, the place was quiet and serene, ending every problem. Not that no one had come close, but when they couldn’t find an entrance, they gave up.

Ning’ai sipped her tea while watching the performance before the grand opening of the event in front of her. The sixth day was the real start of the Martial World Assembly. Seats for people of varying ranks had been arranged, the only things that still lacked were the lords of each sect, who had yet to arrive.

Ah... When it came to appearance, they had to delay a bit.  

In the end, the host was still a great host. The Lord appeared in a jet-black silk robe with fine texture. It was embroidered with gold and crimson shisuan flowers. One step behind him was the Deputy Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, clad in black robes with white cranes pattern, and the Demonic Advisor, in white robes featuring black lianhua flowers pattern. Both flower-themed outfits were stitched by the ten-year-old girl herself. Ning’ai wore a long, flowing white dress with red shisuan flowers pattern and adorned with golden butterflies. No, not that she wanted to wear matching outfits, but that Lord kept instructing her about it. She had no problem with it, and let it happen. Initially, the other party had tried to pull her along to enter the event together. Fortunately, Grandfather helped her escape, so she could sit drinking and eating at a seat near the Demonic Advisor and Junior Big Brother Lang, who wore a black outfit with red lian flowers pattern and an open collar.

Wowww... Today her junior disciple looked so hot that both young and older women turned their heads, nearly breaking their necks.

Well, she entered the event early, surely, she had seen many things, in many ways.

Speaking of clothing, she could only sigh inwardly. Outfits for the martial world tournament weren’t a matter of personal preference. Each power, even down to the thirteen buildings, had specific pattens, just like shirts of national football teams. If asked what consumed the most of her time, she had to say that it was this matter.

The colors, fabrics, and patterns required her to think about it again and again, stealing so much of her tea-drinking time. If it hadn’t been for them, she wouldn’t have worked so hard to study and choose fabrics and patterns.

But when she saw them wearing it, it was considered worthwhile.

Before long, the groups from each faction of the martial world began arriving one by one. It reminded her of the schools introduction scene from the wizarding blockbuster’s Goblet of Fire installment. She thought it was good. They had distinctive points they were proud to present, making themselves stand out among others.

Her gaze wandered idly as she nibbled at melon seeds... Where is the Eleventh Buildings? An event like this wasn’t one they would arrive late to.

"..."

Ning’ai glanced at the three men of varying statuses and ages—men who, over the past few days, had frequently held private discussions. She, a person who respected others’ privacy, didn’t care about it and pretended not to notice.

So, this was the business.

"Big Brother Lang, did you enjoy your little trip to the Eleventh Buildings with your friends?" she asked casually and calmly, sipping her warm tea.

Cough! Ack! Ack!

Who could have guessed that all three men would choke at the same time? Ning’ai resigned. She placed her teacup on its saucer and handed a thin handkerchief to Junior Big Brother Lang, whose face had naturally turned red from choking on liquor. Fortunately, the two elders could somewhat maintain their expressions.

"Haha, Senior Sister, it’s something like that.” Once he was exposed, Hu Yunlang had no intention of lying. His senior sister seemed calm, and she didn’t seem to mind it. He guessed she didn’t care.

"Alright," Ning’ai replied in her throat.

In truth, she didn’t interfere because it was others’ affairs. Initially, she didn’t know why Junior Big Brother Lang had become furious and fought. She didn’t want to know or interfere in it. So, she treated this matter the same way. If they had successfully handled it, she wouldn’t be nervous and complain others.

If they thought it was fine, then surely it must be fine for them. She couldn’t object.

The time passed joyfully. The official opening ceremony approached. Only the Dragon Family [Long] had yet to arrive from their lodgings.

Sigh... She understood that heroes, who made late appearances, were dignified and captivating. However, the line between a hero and a cop arriving at the end of the movie was thin, it was the matter of a few minutes. If they delayed much longer, they might provoke much of others’ annoyance.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Soon after she finished her musings, the sound, which was like a walking sound of a hundred troops, echoed in her head. The performance stopped, and people turned toward the entrance. A procession of stern-faced men in black-and-white robes embroidered with dragons entered simultaneously. They split into two lines, leaving a space in the middle for someone of importance.

Ah... Cadets. Are they training soldiers?

She watched the show in amusement. Immediately, the smile that adorned Ning’ai’s face gradually became gloomy. Her eyes, the color of nighttime, widened.

Found it!!!

The figure stepping into the center was a young man, clearly several years younger than the Lord. He was tall, lean, and muscular. His frame was slightly more slender, but it made him pleasant to look at. His handsome appearance was further accentuated by his white robes with beautiful golden dragon embroidery.

The Head of the Dragon family, Long Yongnan.

Ning’ai felt the urge to sing into song—"Yes. It’s this one.” The radiant golden aura emanating from him, reminiscent of a bodhisattva’s glow, was likely what others saw. Yet, in her eyes, his sharp and formidable features exuded an aura akin to that of a killer who had claimed ten thousand lives!

This was the one whom the creature that called itself the ‘Head Secretary of the Netherworld’ had told her about.

The violated spirit.

She might have to revisit the story from quite some time ago, but Ning’ai only wished to recount it briefly, as if she didn’t want to think about it too much.

On the day she died, the soul of every living being was destined to journey to the Netherworld. However, it was a Netherworld 8.0, which seemed rather peculiar. It was the place where reapers dressed in uniforms of various religious beliefs lived with high-tech technologies. It was a strangely harmonious fusion.

As a Thai Buddhist, she obediently followed a reaper clad in a chong kben and a Raj pattern jacket. Whatever he said, she nodded. Eventually, he informed her that her merits and karma were neutral. Initially, she should have been reborn as a reaper for one lifetime to accumulate merits. However, due to an unresolved issue of overcrowding among reapers in the netherworld, she was instead assigned to work as a secretary handling documents for several years.

Yes, paperwork—the thing she was born to be with.

While she couldn’t disclose the details of her work, most of it involved handling complaints and forwarding them to gods, religious founders, and enlightened beings, based on different belief systems. The better she performed, the stronger her merits.

Her days were ordinary. Out of nowhere, two threads appeared around the pinky finger of Pimprapa’s left hand, as though the Moon God himself were having fun playing. Keeping a straight face, she walked into the office of the Head Secretary and asked about it.

Not only did she receive no answer, but he threw away the whole pile of documents, pulled out a few boxes and a large landline phone, and pressed it a few times. Then, he assigned her to reborn with three innate talents, to search for two individuals…

The first person would be someone she could see surrounded by a dark aura of a devil.

The second would be the one bound to her by a black thread connected to the pinky finger of her left hand.

And now, she had encountered both of them simultaneously.

Ning’ai looked at the threads that appeared on her beautiful pinky finger. One was a vivid red thread connecting her to the dragon with an aura of a devil, and the other a pitch-black thread connecting her to the sparkling golden Shisuan flower.

Destroy and Protect—these were the missions she had been assigned.