Chapter 1294: Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng Chapter 1294: Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng The demonic race suddenly found themselves with an abundance of usable hands, rallying the entirety of their race’s strength to defend the barrier at the edge of the Abyss. The power they wielded was naturally incomparable to that of Peng Wanli, Cat Emperor, and the like; handling a dozen teams was a breeze, not even worth mentioning.

As for this side, things could finally be considered to have come to a temporary conclusion.

Feng Yin was planning to leave, looking back at the situation at the gap in Zichen Lake among the human domains. That area was in direct contact with the evil spirits of the Abyss. Despite possessing the Soul Fire Technique as his trump card, he still couldn’t afford to be careless and intended to hurry back and take command while further discussing how to utterly eradicate the scourge of the Abyss.

Upon hearing of Doctor Feng’s departure, numerous younger generations of demons gathered around, reluctant to see him go, bidding him farewell.

Hmm, it was mainly to see off the big boss.

Of course, Doctor Feng was to be respected without a hint of disobedience, that was a given.

But mere respect for the big boss just wasn’t enough — she was the type… even if you were respectful, she might give you a beating if she lost her temper!

So naturally, the big boss had to be at the very front of the line.

Truly someone not to mess with!

“Why don’t you wait for the Demon King and the others to come before leaving? It’s not urgent this very moment. After all, you haven’t even met face to face with the Demon King and the peak figures of the demonic race. It’s only proper for everyone to meet and speak.”

Cat Emperor persuaded Feng Yin.

This was about human decency. No matter how advanced one’s cultivation was, one had to pay mind to these social niceties.

And naturally, Cat Emperor had to consider these for Feng Yin.

“I came to aid the demonic race because of you, out of respect for Elder Peng. I sincerely don’t wish to form any entanglements with other demonic race’s elite, and as for the Demon King, it’s better not to meet at all.”

Feng Yin smiled and said, “In the ring I gave you, there are thirty thousand recovery pills. Just distribute them as needed. Although it seems like a large amount, please avoid waste whenever possible. There has been a precedent for this among humans; the most abundant reserves can be exhausted by careless waste. You are most wise and naturally understand the balance and choices. People can be quite selfish, but in my view, being a little selfish isn’t a bad thing at all. Perhaps you can take some advice from that.”

Cat Emperor instinctively clenched her hand, grasping the Space Ring tightly. How could she not understand the significance and value of the thirty thousand pills meticulously crafted by Doctor Feng?!

“The same pills are also with Elder Peng—I’ve given him a thousand. But I predict his stash will quickly run out. He’s just too loyal and his affection for the demonic race too genuine. Alas, the paths of humans, demons, all beings, are constantly filled with choices.”

Feng Yin said, “This is all I can offer to the demonic race; after all, they’ll be needed elsewhere too.”

He paused, then waved his hand and added, “Take care.”

Then Feng Ying came up to say goodbye to her parents, giving them a perfunctory hug before cheerfully leaping into Feng Yin’s arms.

Cat Emperor watched as Feng Yin took off with her daughter skyward, feeling the ring in her hand.

A strange feeling welled up inside her; having such a son-in-law didn’t seem too bad after all.

But she wasn’t sure if her daughter had the skills to turn this guy into a son-in-law.

Such a matter couldn’t simply be decided by herself.

What if Doctor Feng only saw her daughter as a pet?

Ah, this was really a headache…

…

Dong Xiaoyan chattered nonstop along the way, evidently very happy, practically overjoyed.

The reason was simple; her treatment during this visit to the demonic race was unbelievably high—super VIP treatment.

Following Feng Yin, even beings like Peng Wanli and various Demon Emperors, beings of exceptional standing, treated her with utmost respect—something she would never have received as a daughter of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace!

Those Demon Emperors would at best maintain a neutral face when they met her parents, the esteemed rulers of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace, dismissing them internally or offering lukewarm interactions at best. There was no trace of genuine respect.

What did it matter if you were the ruler of one of the two human palaces, when facing the Demon Emperors of the demonic race? At most, their statuses were only equal—no reason to put on airs.

Respect from many was simply out of the question!

But following Feng Yin…

Hehehe, Dong Xiaoyan felt utterly content. How could the status of a lady of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace compare to the high position of Mrs. Feng?

Not even close, there was simply no comparison.

I, Dong Xiaoyan, should not be called Miss Dong from now on!

Call me Mrs. Feng!

As she occasionally stroked the Space Ring on her hand, Dong Xiaoyan’s smile grew even brighter.

Whenever she encountered an elder, Greater Demon King, or an elder, there wasn’t one who didn’t offer gifts!

This one trip, just from receiving gifts, Dong Xiaoyan filled up seventeen Space Rings!

Note!

She filled up seventeen, not just received seventeen Space Rings!

There was a fundamental difference!

The capacity of each Space Ring on Dong Xiaoyan’s hand was shockingly vast, and filling them up was no easy feat!

But just through receiving gifts, she managed to fill up seventeen of them, and along with the spoils of war, the Demonic Cores from Abyssal beasts…

She filled up over twenty Space Rings—completely!

All sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, all kinds of High-Grade crystals, all sorts of cultivation materials… To say they were piled like mountains, vast like seas, was not an exaggeration but rather a vivid and fitting metaphor!

Such gains completely exposed the hidden miserly nature of Miss Dong Xiaoyan!

Feeling jubilant, she hugged Feng Ying and gave her a good stroking, making her mood even more delightful.