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Chapter 275: How Misunderstandings Are Born
Chapter 275: How Misunderstandings Are Born
"Hisss~ This Demon Soil is truly terrifying," a guard on the ship whispered.
Bailu gave the guard a cold glance. "Since we are near the Demon Nation, I won't punish you now. After this matter is resolved, go and receive three hundred military lashes as a warning to others."
He had seen foolish people before, but never someone as foolish as this.
The guard should have known better. It was one thing to call it Demon Soil in private, but to use a derogatory term here, on their territory, and even try to undermine morale—Bailu almost wanted to kill him on the spot if it weren't for the inopportune timing.
The guard's back was drenched in cold sweat as he belatedly realized his mistake.
The envoy ship passed through a layer of mystic lock protection. As they entered, the once icy currents turned black and red due to the influence of the Abyssal Power.
Everyone shivered involuntarily. The intense concentration of Abyssal Power made it unbearable for the entire envoy group.
This place was simply not fit for human habitation. Fortunately, Bailu had some capabilities. With a thought, he activated the ship's protective function, and a nine-colored shield appeared, effectively isolating the Abyssal Power and emitting a soothing wave to purify the group.
Just then, the skin of those in the Lower Three Realms began to twitch, while those in the Middle Three Realms had red eyes. Only those in the Upper Three Realms were unaffected.
If not treated promptly, Bailu knew that those in the Lower Three Realms would undergo physical mutations, and those in the Middle Three Realms would suffer mental damage.
'So they're giving us a taste of their power right from the start? This is good.' Seeing this, Bailu felt a sense of relief.
Giving them a taste of power meant that the other side wasn't bloodthirsty killers. Otherwise, they would have attacked already.
Using tactics suggested that there was room for negotiation, though he wasn't sure how to proceed. He hoped it wouldn't be too extreme.
In the eyes of Bailu and the other envoys, these Demon Soil creatures were nothing but uncivilized barbarians, far from the refined and cultured people of their own nation. Thus, they naturally assumed their rudeness and barbarism. However, now it seemed that things had changed.
The ship soon docked, and they saw a magnificent city wall with many executive creatures standing at the gate.
"I never expected to see such a grand city wall; it's truly surprising," Zhao Jian'an said with a tone of amazement. He had anticipated a scene of chaos.
"Be quiet, I'll handle the handover this time," Bailu said helplessly.
It wasn't that Bailu wanted to go, but the others would certainly undergo mutations if exposed to the environment. Only he, as an Upper Three Realms sorcerer, could withstand it.
He paused, and a flying sword flew out from his sleeve, growing in the wind and transforming into a full-sized sword.
However, before he could ride the flying sword away, he felt a chill. On the tower above the city wall, black and red light began to converge.
"Put away your high-energy weapon, or it will be considered a provocation," Yibing said from the city wall, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. He was charging his giant cannon, ready to act if the other party showed any ill intent.
Bailu's expression stiffened, and he inwardly cursed the primitives. Reluctantly, he put the sword away. "General, please don't misunderstand; I'll put it away."
It wasn't that Bailu didn't want to stand his ground, but he realized that Yibing was a Ninth Realm being, and the weapon in his hand was powerful, possibly an Upper Three Realms magical artifact. The genuine killing intent emanating from Yibing was real; if Bailu dared to resist, Yibing would kill him on the spot.
The scene made the envoy group indignant. They saw it as an insult.
However, Yibing had no such intention; he was simply being cautious.
This was just a warning. If there were any dangerous moves, it wouldn't just be him who would act.
The city's defense was not his responsibility alone; it was managed by multiple creature heroes and equipped with numerous demon-grade mechs. If they were to attack, the envoy group would face a barrage of firepower.
The executive creatures were also somewhat helpless, but they couldn't fault Bailu. They had all been ready to act when he released the flying sword.
With a wave of his hand, an executive creature flew over, and the other side became wary.
After all, the creatures' appearance was indeed that of monsters under the command of a demon army, fitting the role of the antagonists.
"Mr. Envoy, your actions were too dangerous just now. Lord Plague's reaction was normal. If you hadn't stopped in time, you might be facing more than just Lord Plague right now," the leading executive creature said bluntly.
This statement was interpreted as a threat by the envoy group.
However, the executive creature paid no heed to their reaction and took out the protective suits: "Please put on these protective suits to avoid being eroded by Abyssal Power. Lord Black Hand has been waiting for you for some time."
The envoy group looked at the pristine white protective suits with very sour expressions. The initial humiliation and threats made them see these suits as prisoner uniforms, and they found the Demon Soil creatures extremely despicable.
Even Bailu's expression was quite grim. He knew he couldn't back down any further.
"No need, we come from the Great You Dynasty and have mystical treasures and world-renowned magical techniques to protect us. A little bit of Abyssal Power won't be a problem," Bailu said, unwilling to lose face.
The leading executive creature was at a loss. He hadn't expected the envoy to be so stubborn but still tried to advise him.
"The Abyssal Power inside the city is even more concentrated. You might want to put on the suits," the executive creature warned, fearing that the group wouldn't make it to the reception area without the suits.
The floating city was not small at all.
"We have our own means of protection. There's no need to trouble you," Bailu insisted.
"Alright, I'll inform Lord Black Hand. Let's see what he says," the executive creature said, shaking his head. These people were just asking for trouble to save face.
Unlike the creatures, face meant nothing to them; substance was what mattered.
So, he could only communicate with Black Hand through the Demon Network to see what to do.
They quickly came to a conclusion. Since the envoy group insisted, they would let them handle it themselves.
"Since you insist on not wearing the protective suits, we'll go by your word. However, please note that you must not use any lethal weapons or engage in any dangerous actions within the city," the executive creature warned.
"Of course, we wouldn't dare to use weapons upon our first visit to your nation," Bailu agreed, but added in his mind, unless you attack first.
The envoy group carried various gifts, and Bailu used his magical treasures and techniques to protect the large group, with others occasionally supplementing his efforts.
As they entered through the massive city gate, the pressure on the envoy group immediately intensified. They hadn't expected such a stark difference between the outside and inside.
Bailu, as an Eighth Realm sorcerer, could hold his ground, but it was quite draining on his mental energy. After all, he wasn't just protecting one person but the entire envoy group.
He looked at the creatures living freely in such a harsh environment, his expression filled with shock.
The harsh environment indicated that the people here were tough. How else could they survive?
Thus, the strength of Demon Soil might be even more terrifying than he had imagined.
At least, there were many Upper Three Realms beings. When he entered, he had sensed several presences watching him, all at least Seventh Realm.
On the way, various creatures passed by them without a second glance.
This feeling of being ignored was unsettling.
'No sense of reverence, or perhaps the factions in Demon Soil are deeply divided?'
Bailu seemed to have found a weakness in Demon Soil. He recalled the situation earlier, where the Demon Soil general named Plague didn't give the minister named Black Hand any face, immediately contradicting him.
This suggested that the internal struggles in Demon Soil were more severe than he had thought. This was both good and bad news.
The good news was that they weren't a united front, which increased the chances of forming an alliance.
However, the bad news was that with many factions, some might be willing to ally, while others might not.
He didn't know if the Black Hand who was receiving them belonged to the alliance faction.
"Please get in the vehicles. We have about 500 kilometers left to travel," the executive creature said, leading the envoy group to the parking area.
Seeing the monstrous, armored vehicles, the envoy group was taken aback. This Demon Soil was incredibly wealthy, using steel to build such ornate and impractical war vehicles, which had long been phased out in the Great You Dynasty.
Bailu's heart raced at the thought of the iron ore. There was plenty in the Great You Dynasty, but more was always better.
(End of Chapter)
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