Chapter 147: You Can Get Lost Now

The Ancient Emperor offered a humble, obsequious smile and said, "As long as Young Master Chen can satisfy the yearning in my heart, I will naturally reward you with a generous and heavy gift."

In his hand materialized a sizable square box made of emerald jade.

He then opened the jade box and said to Chen Changsheng, "Here lie the most precious treasures, magical artifacts, and cultivation materials that my Ancient Clan has accumulated over endless years. As long as Young Master Chen agrees to take me and my son along when the time comes to ascend the Path of Heaven and enter that world of immortals and gods, every single item in this box shall be yours."

To sway Chen Changsheng this time, the Ancient Emperor had truly spared no expense, bringing forth the absolute pinnacle of the Ancient Clan's heirloom treasures.

"Hiss..."

At the sight within the jade box, the hearts of the demons present hammered violently, and they sucked in sharp breaths of cold air.

This Ancient Emperor was truly out of his mind; he was unquestionably a ruthless man!

Chen Changsheng and his daughter wore expressions of utter astonishment. Such a lavish display by the Ancient Emperor genuinely shocked the father and daughter pair.

Noticing their profound shock, a trace of hidden delight stirred within the Ancient Emperor's heart. *Hmph, no matter what kind of person you are, Young Master Chen, now that I have laid the entire foundation of the Ancient Clan right before your eyes, I refuse to believe you won't be tempted.*

Following that, he spoke respectfully once more, "Young Master Chen, as long as you agree to bring my son and me into that immortal realm, aside from this chest of the Ancient Clan's heritage belonging to you, my son and I are also willing to follow you for the rest of our lives as your humble servants and maids."

Good heavens! Were these words truly spoken by the Ancient Emperor?

Every single demon present had their jaws drop to the floor, utterly unable to believe their ears.

As for the five maidens surrounding Chen Changsheng and his daughter, expressions of disdain crossed each of their pretty faces. *Hmph, so what if they are the Ancient Emperor and his son? If they could genuinely become servants by Young Master Chen and his daughter's side, it would be a blessing cultivated over countless lifetimes.*

With that said, both father and son gazed at Chen Changsheng with burning intensity. They simply could not believe that Chen Changsheng would remain unmoved by such a heavy gift.

"Oh, are you finished?" Chen Changsheng blinked and asked.

The Ancient Emperor was momentarily taken aback, then hurriedly nodded with utmost respect, "Young Master Chen, I have finished."

With such a submissive demeanor, where was even a shred of the Saint Emperor's majestic bearing left?

"Ahem!"

Chen Changsheng gave a light cough, maintaining his leisurely composure as he replied coolly, "Ancient Emperor, I seriously have to wonder if you've donated your ears. Otherwise, you should have caught wind of something by now. I am merely a mortal. What the hell use is a chest of this junk to me?!"

Even as he said this, an inevitable trace of grievance arose in his heart, cursing that damned cheating Divine Realm System. If it had taught him cultivation back then, perhaps this chest of items from the Ancient Emperor would have actually proven useful.

What a pity!

"Ah!"

Di Shitian and the upper echelons of the demon race let out soft gasps. Heavens! The Ancient Emperor had brought forth the entire foundation of the Ancient Clan, yet Young Master Chen had flatly refused it.

Donggong Qianxue, Nalan Ruoshui, and the other maidens lifted their chins slightly, a proud, haughty gleam appearing on their exquisite little faces:

*Hmph!*

*In front of Young Master Chen, this box of things is nothing more than dog shit. As if Young Master Chen would ever be tempted?*

*Ridiculous!*

Hearing these words, the Ancient Emperor and his son both trembled violently, their complexions turning ghastly pale in an instant.

"Young Master Chen, what is the meaning of this?" the Ancient Emperor demanded, staring fixedly at Chen Changsheng with a cold glare.

"Can't you understand human speech?" Chen Changsheng casually waved a hand. "I mean, you two can bugger off now!"

The father and son were struck as if by lightning, frozen stiff in their tracks.

Failure!

Failure was one thing, but this Young Master Chen had actually told them to get lost!

Damned, damned, damned!

The submissive humility the father and son had previously worn was thoroughly swept away, replaced by a cruel, murderous intent.

Their chests heaved violently, the monstrous flames of rage burning within them threatening to reduce them to ashes.

Whoosh!

Gu Shaobai suddenly shot straight up into the air. Without uttering another word, he transformed into a streak of afterimages and fled at extreme speed.

"Ahhhhh!"

A frantic, crazed roar echoed from the sky above.

Clearly, he had been driven to the brink of madness!

"Very well, Young Master Chen, demon race—you've played your parts well! Exceedingly well!"

The Ancient Emperor sneered coldly, casting a vicious glare at Chen Changsheng, Di Shitian, and the others, before hurtling away consumed by towering fury.

To lose face to such a degree—this Young Master Chen was a dead man, and Di Shitian alongside every last member of the demon race must die.

Chen Changsheng raised his head, watching the retreating figures of the furious father and son, while an inexplicable sense of satisfaction welled up within him.

Saint Emperor of the Saint Realm?

The absolute pinnacle existence of the Yinshue Realm?

Worthless crap!

After all, I have a super bodyguard backing me up!

Meanwhile, the expressions of Di Shitian and the various demon elders quickly grew grave. The Ancient Emperor was a Saint Emperor of the Saint Realm. Now that he and his son had been stripped of all dignity here among the demons, he would never let the matter rest.

"The Saint Realm is about to usher in an unprecedented tempest..."

Di Shitian murmured, gazing up at the heavens, before suddenly waving his hand. "Everyone, return and prepare for battle!"

Anyone with half a brain could deduce that a cataclysmic war of epic proportions was about to erupt between the demon race and the Ancient Clan.

...

Chen Changsheng and his daughter returned to their private side hall.

"Old Demon, come out."

The moment they stepped inside, Chen Changsheng spoke softly.

The Blood Demon Ancestor immediately materialized as a wisp of black smoke emerging from Chen Chen'er's necklace, taking on human form and landing before the father and daughter.

"Old Demon, a war of epic proportions is about to begin. What are your odds of assisting the demon race in defeating the Ancient Clan?"

Chen Changsheng asked the Blood Demon Ancestor with utter directness. Since he was merely a "mortal," this cataclysmic battle would have to rely entirely upon the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Rest assured, Young Master Chen. I have absolute certainty in assisting the demon race to defeat the Ancient Clan."

Excitement surfaced on the Blood Demon Ancestor's face.

At present, devouring the blood essence of cultivators was the fastest way for him to recover his strength, which meant killing people was his absolute favorite pastime.

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Old Demon, this upcoming battle is no child's play. The Ancient Emperor is the strongest entity in the Yinshue Realm, and unquestionably, the Ancient Clan behind him is the mightiest family in this realm as well. If I'm not mistaken, they likely possess quite a few high-level Great Derivation Venerables.

Although the demons are an ancient and formidable race, there should still be a considerable gap between them and the Ancient Clan."

The Blood Demon Ancestor tilted his head back proudly and said, "Young Master Chen, you underestimate this ancestor too much. Think back to the old days—even in the Realm of Gods, this ancestor was a person of great renown and status. The so-called powerhouses in this godforsaken backwater of the Yinshue Realm are worth jack shit.

Even though my strength has only partially recovered at present, I can easily handle them."

"Good."

Chen Changsheng exhaled a quiet breath, completely setting his mind at ease. If the Blood Demon Ancestor couldn't handle the Ancient Clan, then this bluff of his would have truly gone too far.

Pausing for a moment, Chen Changsheng asked further, "Old Demon, what about those four pets you acquired back in the Byzantine Holy Land? How are they doing now?"

"Their strength has improved quite well," the Blood Demon Ancestor nodded, then added, "However, we won't be able to count on them for this battle. The ancestors of the Byzantine Holy Land simply aren't enough to look at in this Saint Realm."

Chen Changsheng rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered thoughtfully, "I suddenly have an idea. Let's release them; I'd like to have a word with them. If this idea of mine succeeds, I believe those four are bound to become terrifying existences in the future."

"Very well!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor was immediately overjoyed. This Young Master Chen was unquestionably an almighty figure, even if placed in the Realm of Gods. With his guidance, his four pets were truly in for a stroke of supreme fortune.

"Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—come out for this ancestor!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor commanded coldly.