Chapter 1661: Chapter 1661: Well, This Is Awkward

The allure techniques of the Fox Clan also follow a method of integration through singing, chanting, acting, and martial arts, focusing on form, voice, taste, bone, movement, and stillness.

Long Fei was aware of these techniques.

Back then, Bai Xiaochun and Bai Jie’er, the two fox sisters, had used them on him.

Bai Qianqian was still young, just barely of age in the Demon Clan.

She hadn’t mastered these techniques well, just relying on her innate charm to fidget in Long Fei’s embrace.

Long Fei used the Buddhist Sect’s techniques to calm his mind, remaining tranquil along the way, unaffected by disturbances.

Bai Qianqian felt a bit frustrated, thinking she was truly not a descendant of a Fox Demon, unable to entice men in this way.

The group’s pace was slow, taking a whole day on the snowy plains without reaching their destination.

In the evening, they set up camp behind a hill, planning to move on at dawn.

At night, the wind and snow intensified, and without sunlight, the temperature dropped to more than seventy degrees below zero.

For ordinary people, this was extreme cold, turning them into ice popsicles as soon as they stepped out.

But to the cultivators, this temperature was nothing.

The group surrounded their skin with Essential Qi, shimmering with white light under the moon, like wearing a transparent white cloak.

The Crown Prince had a special wood fire lit, with flames soaring over ten meters high.

He invited each hero to sit around the fire, roasting a giant wild ox on it.

The important guests sat at the front, while Long Fei and Bai Qianqian were seated at the back, clearly not being valued.

The maids served drinks, and the Crown Prince laughed with a raised wine bowl, saying, “Heroes, tomorrow at noon we will reach our destination. Thank you all for accompanying me. This camaraderie, I will remember. When we open the Black Tortoise Palace, the opportunities inside will be shared. May our Snow Country remain united with you all, helping each other progress.”

“Cheers!”

They laughed and toasted, drinking with the Crown Prince.

Beside the Crown Prince sat a striking young woman.

She was the Ninth Princess, her beauty rivaling Bai Qianqian’s, yet she was rather aloof, with no one daring to sit near her.

Shenxu Holy Son Jiang Chuan tried to get close to her, yet she remained cold and indifferent, offering no courtesy.

The Crown Prince had the maids dance for entertainment, and everyone ate, drank, and enjoyed the music and dance until late at night when they finally settled down.

Long Fei meditated with his eyes closed, while Bai Qianqian, no longer cold, laid comfortably on Long Fei’s lap.

Soon, a whistling sound came from all directions.

The group frowned, opening their eyes warily.

The Imperial Guards blew the horn, and in an instant, the Light Gathering Stones illuminated the area within tens of thousands of meters.

On the hill, wolf heads popped up.

Experts leaped down from the sky, their forms appearing in the swirling snow, all tall middle-aged men.

Though they had taken human shapes, their aura unmistakably belonged to the Demon Clan, with eyes glowing ghostly blue and blood red under the white light.

The experts got up one by one, standing distantly opposite these figures.

Someone shouted, “It’s the Eight Great Demon Kings of the Demon Clan.”

“Are these demons looking for a share too?”

“To dare target the Crown Prince of the Snow Country, the Demon Clan must have a death wish.”

“Are they trying to spark a war between the two sides?”

“…”

The experts discussed among themselves, each drawing their Magical Weapons.

Various prodigies glanced at each other with nonchalant expressions, not as tense as the Crown Prince’s entourage.

Bai Qianqian wiped her face, carefully noticing that her father was also present.

However, he remained in the shadows, letting her brother stand at the forefront.

The Eight Great Demon Kings, the strongest of the Demon Clan tribes on the snowy plains.

The Arctic Silver Fox Tribe, Single-Horned Snow Wolf Tribe, Polar Bear Tribe, Saber-Toothed Tiger Tribe, Snow Ferret Tribe, Long-haired Musk Ox Tribe, Iron Tree Reindeer Tribe, Mammoth Giant Elephant Tribe.

Ordinarily, internal strife existed among the eight Demon Clan tribes, so it was rare for all Eight Great Demon Kings to gather today.

An old man near Crown Prince Ji Yun stepped forward, clasping his hands and addressing the Eight Great Demon Kings of the Demon Clan, “Gentlemen, our Snow Country has always maintained good relations with you. Why such a grand display against us today?”

A man with fox-like eyes, wearing a white robe, purple gold crown, and white Jade Belt, dressed like a wealthy young master, glanced at the old man and snorted, “Enough with the pleasantries. We’re not here for small talk. Hand over the Scepter, and we’ll let you leave.”

The group frowned, guessing that the Demon Kings indeed came for the Scepter.

The Crown Prince shouted, “The Scepter belongs to the ancestors of our Snow Country; why should we hand it to you?”

Someone scolded, “Aren’t you demons being too greedy?”

A robust man, covered in hair, slammed the Black Gold iron rod violently into the ground, pointing at the crowd and shouting fiercely, “What bullshit about ancestral treasures? This thing clearly belongs to my Demon Clan’s great Black Tortoise Great God and should rightfully belong to us. You humans trying to hoard it—let’s see if my rod agrees.”

A long-armed, broad-bodied Demon King grunted, “Today, leave the Scepter, and we can talk about anything. If you refuse, we’ll fight it out today.”

With his raised hand, in the distant snowstorm, the ground quaked.

Massive mammoths and musk ox Demonic Beasts charged over, each as tall as small mountains, three to four meters in size.

The Human Race standing in front appeared like children.

The crowd was aghast, surprised at the beasts’ enormous size.

The Crown Prince’s face changed, exchanging glances with others.

The people he brought showed signs of fatigue, while the young prodigies displayed a bystander attitude, leaving the Crown Prince lacking confidence in a guaranteed victory.

He looked at Bai Qianqian, knowing she was the eldest daughter of the Arctic Silver Fox, perhaps able to help.

Bai Qianqian gave him a sideways glance; earlier, the Crown Prince ignored her and Long Fei and even assigned them a deer mount.

When it was time to divide the meat, the prodigies at the front received the best steaks, while she and Long Fei got the ox butt meat.

Now, as the prodigies turned a blind eye to him, he sought help.

Bai Qianqian turned away, unwilling to help him.

A man with tusks, covered in patterns, pointed at the Crown Prince, shouting, “Little boy, be smart and hand over the Scepter; no one here will stick their neck out for you.”

He was the Saber-Toothed Tiger King, observing the crowd’s intentions insightfully.

“Who says so!”

Crown Prince Ji Yun straightened his back, indignantly addressing the crowd, “The Demon Clan has gone too far—will you help me fight against them?”

“Swear to protect the Crown Prince!”

The leader of the Imperial Guards shouted, leading the soldiers in a resounding chorus.

Yet a group of old men and prodigies remained silent, and someone quietly whispered to the Crown Prince, “The Eight Great Demon Kings are formidable, all at the Late Soul Ascension Stage. We might not be their match!”

The Crown Prince deflated, disappointed with the people around him.

He turned to Jiang Chuan, Jiang Wudi, Zichuan, and others, asking, “Friends, what do you intend to do?”

Jiang Chuan lightly smirked and suggested with clasped hands, “Crown Prince, this place is perilous. The Scepter is a crucial artifact of our Human Race and must not fall into the hands of the Demon Clan. Allow us to safeguard it for you; we will never let the Demon Clan succeed!”