Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1635: Chapter 952: Demon Path Magnate (Part 2)

Yang Xiao pointed the tip of his knife at his feet, "I’m pretty democratic. Anyone who’s not convinced can step forward. Whoever stands last will be the captain."

Most people present knew they were no match for Yang Xiao, and were frightened by his earlier actions; after all, the Desire Demon was still sprawled on the ground.

So, Butterfly Lady, Sick Ghost and others turned their gaze to Ku Daoist and the strange monk. If anyone could stand against Yang Xiao, it would be these two.

That gaze made the Great Monk both anxious and scared: "Why are you looking at me? I am a man of religion, Amitabha Buddha, living with ancient lamps and chanting scriptures. Fighting is not my way."

Yang Xiao thought this monk was quite a talent, able to bend and flex and speak charmingly.

Ku Daoist glanced at the head not far from his feet and made up his mind, "I’m just a loose cultivator, not one to manage affairs. But if Ming Emperor Ye Xiao takes charge in the future, I am willing to offer my support."

Seeing both bosses submitting, the rest had nothing more to say and chimed in, for they believed having Ming Emperor Ye Xiao from Yu Yuan Sect manage them was better than that bunch of idiots from the Patrol Defense Office.

Yang Xiao understood that Ku Daoist was giving himself an out and didn’t want to be too explicit. Yang also knew that pushing things too far can backfire. Today’s goal was achieved; the intimidation was successful, though the Desire Demon suffered.

He didn’t want to be ruthless, for their numbers were already few. If he killed two more, it would be hard to report to the Provincial Office.

After the intimidation, it was time to win hearts. Yang Xiao promised them that as long as they followed him diligently, within three years they would surely regain their freedom.

But they must produce results. He planned to implement performance metrics, where top performers annually would have the chance for earlier release.

"Netherworld Emperor Captain, is what you’re saying really true?" The Trickster asked cautiously.

"Of course, my words represent Wu Qingcang’s stance. We’re... buddies." Yang Xiao waved his hand, binding Wu Qingcang to himself.

Of course, neither Wu Qingcang nor the Provincial Office promised him anything. He was just drawing a rosy picture, as he didn’t think these guys would last three years.

Even if they did survive three years, it was unlikely they would be released.

The Provincial Office’s consistent attitude towards these Evil Cultivators was utilitarian—used as needed, disposed of when worthless. Hong Anguo was clear about that; they were not teammates, nor friends, just expendables.

Though cruel, such was reality. Without such means or decisiveness, Hong Anguo wouldn’t have become the Director of the Provincial Office.

Back then, to acquire a list, he let the Evil Mage Xiang Fengchen go, a matter that remained a thorn in Nalan Shuo’s heart.

Yang Xiao now had a general understanding of these people’s origins. Most were unaffiliated loose cultivators, except for Ku Daoist from the Taoist Sect and the monk from the Buddhist Temple. The night watchman and Trickster also had mentors, but due to various reasons, they had all turned their backs on their sects.

The monk had the nickname One-eyed Monk, reportedly having only one eye, while the little hammer-wielding girl was titled Hammer Girl.

"How did you get caught at such a young age? Are you up to no good?" Yang Xiao was curious about the little girl, as she didn’t fit his impression of unforgivable Evil Cultivators. freēwēbnovel.com

"I’m older than you, 54 this year." The little girl raised her head and said seriously.

Yang Xiao understood. She just looked young, probably due to backlash from using a Magic Artifact. He once encountered a similar person, Granny Hong from Yu Yuan Sect, who had also been rejuvenated.

Back then, their group was chased by Granny Hong, thrown into chaos. If not for a helpful mistress, he would’ve perished.

"We’re all acquaintances now, why wear a mask?" Yang Xiao asked the One-eyed Monk, wanting to know what was peculiar about the monk.

Previously, when fighting the Desire Demon, he noticed the monk using a strange method to "observe" him, which made him uncomfortable.

"This mask is my Magic Artifact. Having worn it for so long, it cannot be removed." The One-eyed Monk shook his head, then peeled up a corner, and Yang Xiao was surprised to see the mask adhered to the skin.

"How do you eat and drink? Even Angel Envoys must eat and drink like everyone else."

The mask practically covered the monk’s entire face.

Upon hearing, the One-eyed Monk pointed to the mask’s mouth area. There was a small hole, roughly half a finger thick, angled downward and well-hidden. It required careful viewing from specific angles to be seen.

Then the One-eyed Monk pulled a stainless steel straw from his robe pocket, skillfully inserted it into the mask’s small hole.

Yang Xiao understood: the monk’s eating could only occur through the small hole, meaning he could only consume liquid food.

At this moment, Yang Xiao had some sympathy for these individuals; ultimately, Angel Envoys were pitiable souls. Despite seeming to have unreachable abilities, the backlash faced was terrifying.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming!" Suddenly, Butcher exclaimed, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Yang Xiao turned around to see the elevator lights flickering. Calculating the time, he knew it was Wu Qingcang coming for him. "Why panic? It’s Wu Qingcang here for me," Yang Xiao feigned indifference.

"Overlord Spear Wu Qingcang is here?" With these words, the Evil Cultivators immediately became uneasy. No one saw Wu Qingcang when Yang Xiao arrived.

"That guy’s taking his sweet time, getting less disciplined," Yang Xiao grumbled, hands in pockets, swaggering toward the elevator as the other Evil Cultivators retreated to nearby shadows to observe him and the elevator.

Sure enough, as the elevator doors slowly opened, the Evil Cultivators’ hearts skipped a beat. The nightmare figure reappeared before them.

Yes, the Overlord Spear Wu Qingcang, it was truly him! freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The next moment, even more unexpectedly, Yang Xiao swaggered into the elevator, casually greeted Wu Qingcang, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

At this instant, any remaining doubts about Yang Xiao dissipated. No wonder he was the Ming Emperor Ye Xiao of Yu Yuan Sect, able to stand equally with Overlord Spear Wu Qingcang, worthy of brotherhood with the Sect Master.

Ku Daoist’s forehead was sweating profusely, thankfully realizing he didn’t take action, knowing that his fate would have been death beyond doubt.

He realized this kid wasn’t merely Ghost Level Midstage in strength—this was false; this person had at least Half-step Nether Realm strength.

His inability to discern was due to being too weak.

Born into the Taoist Sect, he knew more about Angel Envoy secrets. High-level Apostles mastering spiritual power could disguise their spiritual strength display, camouflaging themselves.

His teacher couldn’t do it, but his teacher’s teacher, his grandmaster, could. His grandmaster, deep in cultivation at Zhongnan Mountain, was genuinely a Netherworld Envoy and had been so for many years.

"Monk, what do you think of this Ming Emperor?" Seeing Yang Xiao leave, Ku Daoist turned to One-eyed Monk, knowing his capability.

One-eyed Monk sighed, "I cannot see through him, yet he carries multiple Magic Artifacts—six known, including one space-type Magic Artifact supporting his Instant Teleportation, an illusion-breaking Magic Artifact, and a sealing Magical Artifact bell."

"It’s not about underestimating; the Desire Demon was never his match. Another hundred rounds would end the same."

"Moreover, each of the six are high-rank Magic Artifacts. From his provocation towards you and me, he surely has more than these six, holding even better ones not yet revealed." With Yang Xiao gone, One-eyed Monk’s voice grew steady.

"Do you think... his words are believable?" Ku Daoist asked.

"Ming Emperor Ye Xiao’s identity might not be genuine, but the person is correct—on the same path as us. Such a figure would never be a spy for the Patrol Defense Office."

One-eyed Monk crossed his hands inside his sleeves and continued analysis: "This person’s combat experience and mastery over Magic Artifacts don’t match his apparent age. A Ghost Level Midstage Apostle, however strong, doesn’t reasonably possess so many excellent Magic Artifacts. I suspect this is an old guy possessing a corpse, a senior figure, though unclear which Demon Path titan it is."