“The experts are here!” the empress said to Alex as she looked up.
Right after her voice fell, they saw a dense crowd. It was not people, but a group of… Demons!
They were led by a huge crow. Having a human face, a crow’s nostrils and a bird’s body, it looked sleepy with its squinty eyes.
“Hmph! I was wondering who it was. So, it’s Empress Ghast!” The crow recognized Empress Ghast. “If you were in the nether realm, I really couldn’t do anything about you. However, this is Dairaionji Temple. You’ve come to the wrong place! Once you’re here, you can only yield! Empress Ghast, your cultivation is hard to come by and you have the body of a female. I ask of you… Are you willing to become my cultivation partner?”
Empress Ghast burst into a peal of laughter. “Hahaha! What a joke! A pitch-black birdman like you wishes to many me? Even Africans look ten thousand times better than you.”
Alex was surprised. “Empress, you actually know Africa?”
Empress Ghast said, “Before I became Empress Ghast, I lived in Africa for a while and did business there.”
“You actually did international trade over there?”
“You’re overthinking. I was just searching for treasures and digging for gold there. I have a knack for treasure digging.”
“Empress, let’s partner up next time.”
“No need. I’m not short of gold right now.”
“We can go to the Ancient Path to dig the Witch Mine.”
Empress Ghast’s eager eyes immediately widened. “It’s settled then!”
The Crow Cultivator was imp atient. “Perhaps you think I’m non-existent, while you’re lovey-dovey in front of me. Empress Ghast, do you agree or not? Otherwise, you will pay for this!”
“To hell with it! I’ll sever your crow head!”
Indeed a strong woman and a deft swordswoman, Empress Ghast unsheathed her sword, meaning every word. When the sword struck, the environment changed and the world was devoid of light.
However…
Clank!
It waved its hand and drew a burst of energy that rolled toward Alex.
Alex could instantly feel that it was a law or an order belonging to Dairaionji Temple. However, the Crow Cultivator had clearly misjudged when he tried to bind him with the law of Dairaionji Temple.
He was the master of Dairaionji Temple!
Whoosh!
The law changed, backfiring at the Crow Cultivator. When the Crow Cultivator felt something was wrong, Alex quickly beheaded the creature.
Caw!
“I’m dead? Why is this happening?”
The Crow Cultivator was dead, with a grievance, no doubt
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