“So the Demon Emperor already knows the greatest secret. It seems there won’t be much benefit left for me,” Fang Yun hadn’t expected the Demon Emperor to be so lucky.

“Knowing the secret is one thing, but actually retrieving those treasures is another! Although the secret is significant, the Demon Emperor’s strength is limited. Right now, he probably only reaped two or three tenths of the benefits! Moreover, I still kept something hidden. I’ll tell him the final part of the secret only after he rescues me. Now, if you can destroy a cold spring for me, I’ll tell you the complete secret. How about it?”

Fang Yun asked, “Do you ancient demons have any power like an oath?”

“No. However, the secret is related to the Demon Ancestor! It’s useless to me, but if you obtain it, it’s as if you’ve avenged a great grudge for me! Aren’t you interested in the Demon Ancestor’s secret? Aren’t you interested in the Demon Emperor’s secret? Although I’ve been suppressed for thousands of years, every decade I choose a few Demon Barbarians from the fifth corridor to chat with. If the chat goes well, I release them; if not, they die here. I’ve also had a long conversation with the Demon Emperor’s twelfth son, the Third Prince you mentioned.”

“Wait. How did the Third Prince become the Demon Emperor’s twelfth son?” Fang Yun was greatly surprised.

“What’s so strange about that? The ranking of the Demon Emperor’s sons, or some of the Demon Clan’s members, isn’t about the order of birth, but who is alive and who is strong. Now that only two of the Demon Emperor’s first eleven sons are left, he naturally becomes the Third Prince. However… the Demon Emperor will have a new Third Prince.” The Carrying of the Mountain didn’t care about seniority at all.

Fang Yun shook his head, finding the Demon Clan too chaotic, and said, “But why bring up the Third Prince?”

“Because he told me, a rebellious scholar reported to the Demon Emperor, and the Demon Emperor has already harbored the intent to kill you! As long as you live and return to the Holy Origin Mainland, the Demon Emperor will send someone to kill you. If you’re not yet a Star King, you might have a slim chance, but if you become a Star King, the Demon Emperor will spare no expense to kill you, just like he did with the dragon of the Kong Family! As for why, you’ll know once you become a Star King. Now, don’t you want to destroy or seize that great secret from someone who wants to kill you?”

“Of course I do,” Fang Yun replied.

The Carrying of the Mountain said, “Good! Since you’re willing to help, I’ll ensure you receive benefits beyond your imagination! The reason I said none of you could sit on the throne of the Star King is that there’s a Demon Saint with a jade token from the Demon Ancestor. As long as the Wolf Savage holds the token and enters the seventh corridor, he can command the Frost Hounds.”

“Is it the Wolf Savage or the Wolf Savage’s son? Are you sure you remember correctly?” Fang Yun carefully recalled, other than the Barbarian Saint Wolf Li, he couldn’t remember any notable Wolf Savage.

“I’m not mistaken! Humph, with the jade token on him, I dare not do anything to him. Otherwise, those two lions could justifiably use the power of the Comet Corridor to suppress me. The Frost Hounds are the loyal dogs of the Demon Ancestor, even less than me, and would never dare to defy the commands of a Wolf Savage holding the jade token. But you can, and as the Moon Emperor, if I give you something, in the future, whether you meet people from the Demon Ancestor or the Moon God, they will treat you with respect, and you might even receive unexpected benefits.”

Whoosh…

The sound of water churned, and Fang Yun looked into the cold spring pool, only to see a strange object wrapped in ice.

Fang Yun blinked. Yes, it was a small meteor, the size of a fist, with a core and flames, just like a real meteor, only trapped in ice.

As it flew out of the cold spring, the ice on the meteor immediately melted, and then the small meteor flew towards Fang Yun.

Unlike the terrifying meteors in the fourth corridor, this small meteor didn’t have the frightening speed of covering ten miles in an instant, nor the scorching heat that burned everything. It posed no threat to people; instead, it was like a curious little beast, flying around Fang Yun, then back and forth.

Fang Yun observed carefully; the core of the small meteor was a pitted black stone, like a burnt meteorite, and it was this unattractive lump of stone that emitted incredibly beautiful stardust.

Countless bright silver stars flew out from the stone, forming a long meteor tail, incredibly beautiful.

Fang Yun tried to touch it, and the meteor obediently flew onto his hand. After carefully sensing it, he found that the meteor had no divine sense or spirituality, just like a dead object.”Sigh… this thing… actually, I originally wanted to give you something else, but if I could leave the Comet Corridor with it, it would destroy it, so I might as well give it to you. Apart from our The Carrying of the Mountain clan, no one can recognize this thing; they would only treat it as a special token from the Demon Ancestor or the Moon Goddess. I was planning to give it to him after the Demon Emperor rescued me, but since he believes he doesn’t need me to become a saint, it’s just right to give it to you.”

The Carrying of the Mountain’s tone suddenly became a bit stiff, but within that stiffness was an undeniable sense of regret and resentment.

Fang Yun looked carefully at the small meteorite again. He had never heard of such a thing before. To say it was a living creature, yet it had no consciousness, not even as much as grass or trees, it was just a stone. But to say it was an inanimate object, it somehow could sense the thoughts of others.

“Then, senior, please teach me how to destroy that cold spring,” Fang Yun said.

“You go to the cold spring now, and listen as you walk.”

Fang Yun made his way back, sighing lightly as he passed the Flood Dragon fighting pole, listening to The Carrying of the Mountain’s explanation while walking briskly.

The small meteor seemed to like Fang Yun very much, circling around him for a while, then flying around his arm, occasionally rolling onto Fang Yun’s hand, acting completely like a mischievous little beast. But according to the classification of the human race, it was just a stone, a lifeless stone.

Approaching the cold spring, The Carrying of the Mountain finished speaking, and Fang Yun asked, “Senior, what is the use of this small meteor? Even the Demon Ancestor and Moon Goddess don’t know and only treat it as a token?”

“This question is hard to answer, even my father couldn’t clarify it. In any case, just treat it as a token and don’t think too much about it. I estimate that even I won’t see the day it plays its role.”

Fang Yun smiled helplessly. The lifespan of The Carrying of the Mountain was unknown, but tens of thousands of years, and his words meant that the small meteor could probably only be treated as a decorative token.

The small meteor didn’t care about The Carrying of the Mountain’s opinion of its uselessness, constantly circling around Fang Yun, as if playing, or as if it was confiding something to the only outsider it had seen in thousands of years.

Thus, Fang Yun walked forward, while a small meteor with a bright silver stellar tail continuously orbited him in flight.

Arriving at the edge of the cold spring, Fang Yun took out the Mist Butterfly as The Carrying of the Mountain had taught him.

A portion of the cold spring water was attracted by the Mist Butterfly, turning into a mist that enveloped the Mist Butterfly and entered the cold spring.

Then, Fang Yun, relying on his mastery of the comet’s coldness, continuously drew the cold spring to wash away the blood patterns left by the Demon Ancestor, causing the color of the blood patterns to fade more and more.

After an unknown amount of time, the blood patterns around the cold spring suddenly emitted a faint light, and a very ordinary aura spread out from the blood patterns, just like the natural spring breeze and autumn rain, without any hint of danger.

The Carrying of the Mountain’s anxious voice rang out: “Retreat!”

Fang Yun retreated while sighing inwardly. Not helping The Carrying of the Mountain meant death, and now that he had helped, he faced the backlash of the Demon Ancestor’s power, which was also death.

When he was previously enveloped by endless coldness, Fang Yun was very desperate. Now facing the power of the Demon Ancestor, he was once again facing death, but Fang Yun was surprisingly calm.

During the retreat, Fang Yun let the Mist Butterfly leave, but it didn’t move.

Suddenly, the blood patterns on the ground flew up, eventually condensing into a drop of blood, heading straight for Fang Yun.

“Eh?” The Carrying of the Mountain’s voice rang out again.

Fang Yun was also stunned. He had thought that the blood patterns would casually release the power of the Demon Ancestor and completely annihilate him, a mere Presented Scholar, but the blood patterns actively gave up their power and condensed into a drop of blood, which was not right.

What was even more wrong was that this dark golden drop of blood was heading straight for his chest.

Fang Yun wanted to move, but found himself suddenly unable to act, then watched helplessly as the drop of blood flew into his embrace, entering the drop of blood on the beast skin.

Fang Yun was completely dumbfounded.

“First three drops of holy blood, then a dragon pattern, and now a drop of Demon Ancestor’s blood, one after another, are they gathering on the beast skin?” Fang Yun was confused in his heart; this was too strange.

“You…” The Carrying of the Mountain only uttered one word before closing his mouth.

Fang Yun clearly heard a hint of panic in his tone.

The blood patterns disappeared, and the water of the cold spring also lost its source, becoming less and less until it all flowed away, revealing a patch of silver sand.

Fang Yun looked carefully at the sand and said, “Senior The Carrying of the Mountain, since I have destroyed this cold spring, our agreement is now in effect. After you tell me that secret, could you send me away from the Fifth Corridor?”

“Uh… no problem.”

“Senior, please wait a moment, this fine sand looks familiar to me, I’ll take some back.” Fang Yun walked to the bottom of the cold spring, and even though it had dried up, the coldness here still penetrated to the bone.

This sand was very similar to the star sand of The Holy Land, and Fang Yun knew that no matter what it was, after being affected by the power of the cold spring and the blood patterns for thousands of years, even the most ordinary sand could become a treasure no less than the horns of a Demon King Dragon.

Fang Yun collected the silver sand while pondering the matter of the drop of blood on the beast skin, suspecting that The Carrying of the Mountain had discovered something.

“Sigh… it seems my guess was not wrong, the Demon Barbarians and the human race will probably have a big dispute before long,” The Carrying of the Mountain said.

Fang Yun said, “Senior, could you please tell me the details of the dispute, so I can be prepared?”

“Your literary rank is too low, once you become a saint, you will naturally understand. Without becoming a saint, all the preparation is in vain.” (To be continued.)PS: I recommend the book “Urban Management Hero,” a highly recommended read by the alliance leader of this book.