Chapter Nineteen: The Serpent Clan's Underground Palace Amidst the Demonic Realm
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The Ninth Heaven
At the Immortal River
Yan Yi emerged from the Ninth Heaven and immediately sought the aura of his beloved little daughter. However, some unknown barrier or a powerful mental blockade prevented him from sensing Miao Yuan’s presence. No matter how hard he tried, he could not detect her aura.
His heart sank to the lowest depths.
“Your Highness, may I try using the Melody Spirit?” Bai Chang behind him produced a magical instrument and immediately summoned the little princess through the Melody Spirit.
“Little Princess...”
“Miao Yuan, little princess...”
Far away, within the snake clan’s subterranean palace entangled in demonic miasma, a faint calling voice arose.
It felt as if in a dream.
“Little Princess, can you hear me?”
Who was it?
“Little Princess!”
Who was speaking?
The little bundle slowly stirred awake, rubbing her sleepy eyes and sitting up sluggishly.
“Miao Yuan, little princess!!”
Was that Bai Chang’s voice?
The little bundle instantly snapped awake, quickly undoing the Qiankun pouch at her waist and pulling out the Communication Bell.
Sure enough, the bell was glowing brightly, radiating a dazzling golden light.
“Bai Chang sister?” the little bundle responded joyfully.
“Bai Chang sister—”
“Bai Chang sister—!!”
The voice immediately traveled thousands of miles, reaching the ears of Bai Chang and others.
“Little Princess, you can hear me, right?”
The little bundle obediently nodded. “Yes, yes, I can hear you, Bai Chang sister.”
“That’s wonderful,” Bai Chang smiled happily and quickly handed the Melody Spirit to the person before her. “Your Highness Yan—”
“Father?!” Hearing her voice, the little bundle’s heart overflowed with joy.
Wonderful, it was Father.
“Where are you?” Yan Yi held the Melody Spirit, fingers trembling slightly, fearing something might have happened to her.
“Father!” The little bundle was so delighted she coquettishly said, “Father, I miss you so much.”
She longed to return to Hell and see Father.
However...
The little bundle suddenly recalled something, tightening her grip on the Communication Bell.
In her mind, she remembered the conversation between the great serpent and the white fox: “What’s happening with the dragon clan?”
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“Oh, you really don’t know? The third prince of the dragon clan is keeping a human by his side. I heard there’s been a recent dispute with the ghost clan because of this.”
Dragon clan and ghost clan... are in conflict?
But she was currently within the realm of the demon clan. As the white fox said yesterday, this clan was allied with the dragon clan.
Moreover, tracing back millions of years, the dragon clan was originally a branch of the demon clan. However, as the dragon clan grew powerful, with nine sons each possessing distinct innate talents, they gradually separated to form their own faction.
If members of the ghost clan appeared within the demon clan's territory, it would surely cause a heap of trouble.
She did not want her father to be trapped in danger or entangled in such troubles.
Having figured all this out, the little bundle cautiously replied, “I’m near... near Hell now. Once I retrieve something, I will return immediately, Father, alright?”
“Retrieve what?”
“The Snow Lotus Pearl Flower!” The little bundle answered candidly.
After replying, she suddenly realized what she had said.
Oh no!
“Snow Lotus... Pearl Flower?” Yan Yi’s tone turned cold, clearly now aware of her location and intention.
“You’re in the demon clan’s territory?”
Only under the Snow Fate Mountain of the demon clan could one find the Snow Lotus Pearl Flower, which counters the Blood Spirit Pearl Flower.
Besides, he had already instructed Weng Ze to bring some back; there was no need for her to trouble herself.
For such a trivial thing, she stayed alone within the demon clan’s land, unafraid of danger or the fierceness of the demon clan?
“I... I’m not in the demon clan,” the little bundle weakly explained, knowing her position was likely exposed and doubting her father’s belief.
“Tell me your exact location.”
“Father...” Her voice dropped, truly not wanting him to come.
She feared he would confront the demon clan because of her.
“Speak!” Yan Yi restrained his anger, unable to imagine what kind of predicament his daughter was in.
He only knew the demon clan had always been antagonistic to their ghost clan, never allied, while they maintained friendly ties with the dragon clan.
The demon clan was not easy to manage.
After all, the demon clan produced many powerful figures, especially the nine sons of the dragon clan—each formidable and unmatched.
Also...
The newly crowned snake king of the snake clan—Han Mo.
He was said to be a powerful young figure, carrying a lethal bone-eroding poison so deadly that a single touch meant death.
Wherever she was in the demon world, danger lurked and difficulties abounded.
Seeing her father angry, the little bundle dared not hide anything and hurriedly said, “I’m in the snake clan’s underground palace. Father, please don’t come. I’ll leave immediately.”
“Stay away from that demon king. I’m coming to find you now.”
“No need, Father!” The little bundle quickly lowered her head, nervously looking at the Communication Bell in her hands.
“Father?!”
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“Father, don’t come. It’s dangerous here...”
The spiritual connection abruptly went silent.
The little bundle clutched the Communication Bell tightly, shouting towards the other side, “Father?!”
“What’s all the shouting?” Han Mo stepped in, bathed in pure silver moonlight, instantly brightening the chamber.
“You... you’re awake?” The little bundle nervously hid the Communication Bell back into the Qiankun pouch.
She tugged the coarse but warm snake-skin blanket over herself, shielding the pouch as if it were a precious treasure no one else could see or touch.
She straightened her small frame, her weary eyes fixed on him, fearing this great serpent might anger and force her to transform again, which would be disastrous.
Han Mo’s gaze swept over her. Without a word, he approached and said in a low voice, “Who were you communicating with?”
The little bundle’s eyes widened in surprise. “How did you hear that?”
Had he been eavesdropping on her conversation with her father?
No, no. He went to sleep earlier, she saw him leave. How could he suddenly appear to eavesdrop? It shouldn’t be possible.
Then...
“Did I wake you?” The little bundle lowered her head, embarrassed, thinking maybe her voice was too loud just now.
“What do you think?” Han Mo threw the question back at her, his gaze drifting to the Qiankun pouch beneath the snake-skin blanket.
It was a container capable of holding countless treasures, nourishing all things, including precious pearl flowers. Not just one or two Communication Bells, but dozens or hundreds of magical items could be hidden inside.
This little one was clearly favored in Hell.
Judging by what she said earlier, she must be the only beloved daughter of the Lord of Hell Yan Yi. The little princess Miao Yuan.
Tsk, his underground palace was surely about to become unsettled.
“Sorry...” The little bundle lowered her head apologetically, sincerely saying, “I’m sorry for waking you and causing trouble.”
“Hmph,” he snorted coldly, clearly not accepting her apology.
The little bundle raised her head and looked at him under the shimmering light, so noble and imposing, softly asking, “Do you... want to sleep some more?”
Han Mo: “...”
Was this little one truly foolish or just pretending?
Did she think he looked like he wanted to sleep?
“My father will be here soon. I’ll leave immediately and won’t trouble you anymore.”
Han Mo: “...”
So this little one actually called the Lord of Hell over?
And she called that ‘not causing trouble’?
“Great serpent, what are you thinking?” The little bundle saw him momentarily lost in thought and quickly waved her hand before his eyes. “Are you going to escort me?”
Han Mo: “...”
He wanted to kill her right now.