CHAPTER 543: CHAPTER 534: THE DISCORDANT THIRTEEN DISCIPLES

"Bai Yan, why don’t we submit Cain’s resume to domestic novel websites? We could earn a manuscript fee, and I’m sure many people would be interested."

An Yan suddenly spoke up, wrapping her hand around Bai Yan’s neck with a mischievous smile.

"Huh? You’ve gone crazy thinking about money..."

Bai Yan was startled, snapping out of his thoughts and smiling helplessly.

He reached out to tap An Yan’s delicate nose and explained with a wry smile, "This resume is absolutely priceless. To just throw it out there as a novel for the world to see, do you think the Bright Church wouldn’t take any action?"

"Now is a sensitive period. If this gets out, it would definitely give the Bright Church an excuse to put pressure on Hua Xia, since this is about their faith, after all."

Bai Yan heaved a sigh.

The global influence of the Bright Church wasn’t limited to just otherworldly people! In Western countries, the Bright Church also wielded profound influence.

Even though Bai Yan had been gradually taking control of the Dark Council, it didn’t mean that the situation for Hua Xia’s Abnormal World had seen much improvement.

After all, in the schemes of the Bright Church, neither the Dark Council nor the Dark Camp were the forces primarily targeting Hua Xia.

The real crisis was still not averted!

"Okay, I get it now, don’t worry."

An Yan reached out her hand, trying to smooth away the creases between Bai Yan’s eyebrows, her heart aching for him.

"This is all for grandpa and master; if the Bright Church’s conspiracy succeeds, those two old people would be the ones directly and foremostly affected!"

Bai Yan grew somewhat emotional.

For the upper echelons of Hua Xia, there was never a shortage of heroes and strategists who sacrificed themselves for societal stability and the ordinary people.

There was always a group of people, fighting and striving silently in dangerous places unknown to others, just to maintain the peace and harmony of that sanctum.

Although Bai Yan was a demon, his homeland was always the softest sanctuary in his heart.

He would never allow anyone to violate or harbor intentions against Hua Xia!

"I know that everything you do is for the good of Hua Xia, and I am happy about that. I won’t cause you trouble."

An Yan whispered, her head resting on Bai Yan’s chest, inhaling the comforting masculine scent.

Just as the two were enjoying this rare moment of tranquility, a knock sounded at the door of the study.

"Master, all of the Thirteen Disciples of the Dark Council have arrived in Paris."

The voice of a Demon Warrior was heard at the door of the study.

The Thirteen Disciples have arrived?

An Yan, very obediently, kissed Bai Yan’s face and got off him.

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked out of the study.

He had transformed back into the resolute and decisive Lord of Demons!

Bai Yan ordered indifferently, "Have Cain come see me."

"Yes, Master."

The Demon Warrior straightened up, nodding with a grave voice.

...

Paris, a city that values petite bourgeois sentiment.

It’s a romantic city, but also one shrouded in darkness.

Three hours later.

Paris Le Coquelicot Café.

To the outside world, this café is a must-visit spot in Paris for foreign backpackers, with its unique Parisian charm.

Yet beneath its extravagant romantic facade, it is actually a meeting stronghold for the Dark Council in Paris.

Le Coquelicot was reserved for the day, hosting only the owner and a few waiters. A specially made large round wooden table stood in the center of the hall, around which sat thirteen foreigners of various statures.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent, the thirteen people at the round wooden table savoring their own coffee, each immersed in their thoughts.

"Algernon, the Hua Xia man you mentioned, did he really heal the Blood Clan Ancestor? Did he awaken the Blood Clan Ancestor?"

A slender, elderly looking Disciple broke the silence, addressing Prince Algernon Matthew with his question.

"Yes, you don’t have to worry about that. Your father can confirm this matter."

Prince Algernon Matthew held his coffee, saying with a smile.

The one who asked the question was the only Dark Mage among the Thirteen Disciples of the Dark Council, the son of Adolf.

"For this matter, several of us have put aside all our other business, took overnight flights to Paris, and I haven’t even seen my father yet, but we know nothing about the information!"

Adolf’s son laughed bitterly, but out of trust for Prince Algernon Matthew, he accepted the matter as it stood.

"Healed the Blood Clan Ancestor? Algernon, you are truly getting more and more backwards! The Blood Clan Ancestor was injured by God himself! In the Main Plane, even demigod-level powerhouses cannot confidently say they could heal the Ancestor. Does a man from Hua Xia really have such great ability?"

A Bloodline Prince sneered incessantly; it was obvious he did not believe Algernon Matthew’s words.

"Perhaps a miracle will happen? After all, the so-called traditional Chinese medicine is very powerful, more mysterious and absurd than witchcraft! Right?"

Another Bloodline Prince laughed lightly, his tone clearly laced with mockery.

"Enough, gentlemen!"

Algernon Matthew’s expression darkened as he slammed his coffee onto the table, stood up straight, and swept his cold gaze across the room, growling, "You may question me! But what gives you the right to question the benefactor who healed our Blood Clan Ancestor Cain!"

"A benefactor? It seems someone wants to use this guise to expand their influence in the Dark Council..."

Another previously silent Bloodline Prince suddenly spoke up with a pointed meaning.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze towards Algernon Matthew turned suspicious.

Algernon Matthew’s greedy, power-hungry nature was well-known in the Dark Council. Who knows if he was conniving with that so-called Hua Xia person, under the pretext of healing the Blood Clan Ancestor, in an attempt to control the entire Dark Council.

"What do you mean!"

Algernon Matthew narrowed his eyes, brimming with anger.

"I mean, you know very well! What’s the tension? Since the Blood Clan Ancestor has already awakened, then let the Ancestor show himself! Could it be that you summoned us all here just to hear you boast by yourself?"

A Prince sneered, needle-like sarcasm on full display.

The awakening of Blood Clan Ancestor Cain is not necessarily a result everyone wants to see.

With the Ancestor’s awakening, the first implication is that the power in these Princes’ hands must be returned to the Blood Clan Ancestor Cain.

But these current Princes of the Blood Clan are not the first-generation Blood Clan who accompanied Cain thousands of years ago; the strongest and most ancient among them is also of the Sixth Generation Bloodline.

Under such a vast difference in age, it’s genuinely difficult to willingly hand over their power.

Unless Cain himself intervenes!

Otherwise, based purely on Algernon Matthew alone, it’s very difficult to persuade these people.

"What qualification do you have to make the Ancestor appear! Do not forget your identity; you are a descendant of the Ancestor!"

Algernon Matthew erupted in anger, stood up abruptly, and roared furiously.

"Slam!"

Algernon Matthew’s opposition, a Bloodline Prince, suddenly banged the table and stood up, casting an ominous stare at Algernon Matthew and said in a sinister tone: "You better remember your own status, it was I who granted you your First Embrace! You lowly Seventh Generation Blood Clan!"

The other Bloodline Princes watched with amusement, arms crossed and smiles of mockery on their lips, while the three Werewolf Kings looked nonchalant as if they had not heard anything.

After all, the awakening was of the Blood Clan Ancestor, which had little to do with their Werewolf Clan.

Had it not been for the joint effort required to resist the Bright Church, the werewolves would have been fighting and competing for territory with the Blood Clan thousands of years ago.

"Alright, no more arguing."

Adolf’s son quickly stood up to mediate the situation.

"Hmph!"

Algernon Matthew grunted dully.

"What a lowly descendant; I truly regret giving you your First Embrace..."

Another Bloodline Prince sneered, making Algernon Matthew suddenly widen his eyes in furious anger.

"Bang!"

"Squeak!"

Algernon Matthew, with a ferocious face, roared loudly, emitting a sharp, strange shriek from his mouth.

As expected, Algernon was still hot-tempered, unable to withstand provocation.

Several Bloodline Princes curved their lips into a triumphant sneer, and before they could act, the previously locked door of the café was suddenly opened by someone.

A tall, young Eastern man, leading several high-ranking members of the Dark Council, walked in.

"What’s the matter? Little bat got angry? Who has bullied you?"

Bai Yan approached with a smile on his face.

Bai Yan’s gaze was calm and as profound as the Abyss Nether River. He casually glanced at the Thirteen Disciples.

The other twelve Disciples, other than Algernon Matthew, shuddered under Bai Yan’s gaze.

Who is this man?!

Why does the aura he exudes give off a faintly familiar feeling, even making one involuntarily want to kneel and worship!

And his eyes... Why do they seem to possess the eerie Magic Power to see right through a person!

Bai Yan’s eyes were smiling.

Clearly, today’s meeting was not as smooth as Algernon Matthew had confidently promised a few days ago.

These Bloodline Princes, in the end, are a bunch that won’t shed tears until they see the coffin!