Chapter Twenty-Three: A Bao and Mendi Awaken—Time to Make Some Trouble!-Selo Divino: Eu, o Ancião Ancestral da Raça Demônica, Saí do Túmulo Arrastando-se(Macarrão instantâneo que ama lanches da meia-noite)

Meanwhile, in the Demon Emperor’s Palace, within the Hall of the Demon God.

A’bao’s awakening was reaching its final stages. He held his left hand across his chest as a surge of tyrannical dark spiritual power erupted.

"Roar—"

A long, resonant dragon cry echoed throughout the space, and a layer of deep purple light rippled outward from A’bao’s body. At that moment, the look in his eyes completely transformed—becoming incredibly focused and overwhelmingly dominant, as if he were the only soul in existence.

A’bao’s body expanded rapidly, and layers of dragon scales emerged. As these scales grew larger and thicker, his already formidable aura became even more concentrated. A five-meter-long black dragon appeared with a thunderous presence! This was A’bao’s true form, the Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon!

A five-meter-long Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon was admittedly quite small. But there was no help for it; A’bao was not yet an adult, merely a baby dragon. Having just awakened today, reaching five meters was already quite an achievement. At this precise moment, A’bao’s innate internal spiritual power stabilized at ninety-five points!

Ninety-five points of innate internal spiritual power!

Beside him, Feng Xiu nodded in satisfaction. It appeared his family had quite a few geniuses. As a pure-blooded Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon, A’bao was naturally qualified to compete for the position of Demon God Emperor. Both Feng Xiu and Feng Yun would provide him with the necessary guidance and resources. As for who would eventually become the Demon God Emperor, it would depend on whether Bai Yue or A’bao possessed the greater talent and the superior capabilities.

Before the Scion of the Heavens Demon God Pillar, Feng Yun raised her right hand. A drop of black-gold divine blood condensed at her fingertip and flew into the center of A’bao’s brow. As an elder, she could not favor one over the other. Since she had given divine blood to Bai Yue, A’bao could not be left out.

A’bao felt his bloodline resonate with the divine blood, and immediately, his internal spiritual power began to climb once more: ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven... ninety-nine! Ultimately, his innate internal spiritual power settled at ninety-nine points!

The Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon landed on the ground, subconsciously shifting back into his human form. A’bao’s youthful face wore a look of solemnity as he bowed to Feng Yun: "Thank you, Divine Ancestor."

Feng Yun crouched down and couldn't resist pinching A’bao’s cheeks. A baby dragon, truly a baby dragon; he was so small, yet he tried to act like an adult every single day! It had to be said that the nickname "Baby Dragon" coined by Bai Yue was spot on.

"Baby Dragon, your talent is excellent. From today on, you shall study under me."

The cultivation system of the Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon clan had been pioneered by Feng Yun herself, so it was only fitting that A’bao learn from her.

"Yes, Divine Ancestor!"

A’bao took a subtle step backward, trying to evade Feng Yun’s pinching fingers. *Bai Yue! Even our ancestor has been influenced by you to call me "Baby Dragon"! I will definitely beat you up for this!*

Feng Yun smiled slightly and released her grip. "Baby Dragon, call me Aunt; am I really that old?"

"Aunt, I wish to begin my cultivation now!" A’bao replied with a stiff face.

"Oh?" Feng Yun raised an eyebrow. "Very well, since you are so eager, Baby Dragon, let your lessons begin at once!"

From that day forward, A’bao began a life of suffering mixed with progress. In any case, Feng Yun found it dull to stay in the Hall of the Demon God all day, so she decided to dedicate her time to teaching the next generation. Not only that, but as she taught more, Feng Yun even compiled her own teaching materials, such as "Five Years of Cultivation, Three Years of Simulation" and "How the Dragon Soul is Forged"... By now, every child in the Scion of the Heavens Demon Dragon clan secretly wished to have a word with Feng Yun.

A’bao accepted the curriculum arranged by Feng Yun quite readily. Perhaps driven by the goal of beating up his older sister, Bai Yue, he practiced with great diligence every day.

Another six years passed. It had been a full twenty-seven years since Feng Yun had awakened. In such a long time, both the human race and the demon race had undergone significant changes.

Within the demon territories, the mass cultivation of crops provided by Feng Yun had begun, and the issue of food security was gradually being resolved. Furthermore, under Feng Yun’s control, the population of low-level demons did not see an excessive increase. After twenty years of reform, the demon lands were flourishing, showing signs of becoming a prosperous society. The demon race’s attacks on the Human Alliance had diminished significantly, and the two races were gradually trending toward peace. Although the Human Alliance did not fully understand the demons' actions, they suspected that these changes were all related to the deity, Feng Yun. But they were too weak to intervene in the demon race’s transformation.

This year, Bai Yue was twenty-six, A’bao and Mendy were twelve, Yue Ye was nine, and Leng Xiao was six.

As the undisputed big sister of the "Demon F5," Bai Yue’s cultivation had soared to the peak of the first level of the ninth rank, possessing one hundred and ninety thousand internal spiritual power—only a step away from entering the second level of the ninth rank. Her talent was such that even Feng Xiu felt inferior. A’bao and Mendy were not far behind, both having reached the fifth rank. As for Yue Ye, she had only awakened three years ago and was just starting her training. Leng Xiao had just awakened, and with the help of Feng Yun’s divine blood, she possessed ninety points of internal spiritual power, though she currently had little combat ability.

That day, Bai Yue finally reached her limit! She had been working for free for Feng Xiu for over a decade without a single vacation! Her resentment was heavier than any ghost; if the Evil Immortal Sword were to arrive, he could ascend to immortality on the spot! She wanted a break!

In the Main Hall of the Demon Emperor, on the throne, Feng Xiu and Bai Lingxuan sat together. Feng Xiu rubbed his temples, feeling troubled after dealing with state affairs for so long. Meanwhile, Bai Lingxuan’s sharp gaze turned toward Bai Yue. It must be said that Bai Lingxuan had changed greatly over the years. The soft, warm aura she once possessed had been replaced by majesty, and her temperament had grown increasingly similar to Feng Xiu’s. Her naturally intimidating presence made even Bai Yue feel a shiver of fear. As the Demon Empress, Bai Lingxuan had long since fully adapted to her role.

Bai Yue performed a sliding kneel and hugged Bai Lingxuan’s leg, looking up at her mother with a pitiful expression, pleading: "Father, Mother, I’ve already reached the first level of the ninth rank. I believe I truly need to go out and gain some experience."

After all these years, Bai Yue had finally made this request again. As long as Bai Lingxuan agreed, she would definitely be able to leave. As the eldest princess of the demon race, Bai Yue feared nothing—not even Feng Yun—except for Bai Lingxuan.

Feng Xiu looked at Bai Lingxuan, letting his wife make the decision; he always listened to her. Bai Lingxuan’s face, however, turned a shade darker. Pulling Bai Yue off her leg, she gritted her teeth and said: "Stand up straight! Who did you learn this from!"

Bai Yue chuckled, then switched to holding Bai Lingxuan’s arm, shaking it: "Mom, just let me go out for a stroll, I’ll come back after just a quick trip. Baby Dragon is so grown up now and has yet to see his great-great-grandfather; it’s perfect, I’ll just take Baby Dragon to visit him."