“Now, am I qualified?”
Jiang Ke’er’s recitation of her credentials instantly petrified any minister or Demon Lord who dared question her.
Their mouths were stuffed with invisible stinky socks, leaving them utterly speechless.
If she wasn’t qualified, then no one was.
And on top of that, she was Qiao Xiaoxian’s fiancée, so the “outsider” argument didn’t hold water either… There was no one in the world more legitimate than her!
General Qiao sure found himself a terrifying fiancée!
“So you’re that shameless rebel Qing Yi! Why should we believe a word a rebel says?”
Seeing that Jiang Ke’er’s words were too convincing—even the surrounding soldiers were starting to mutiny—the strategist beside the Demon Lord hurriedly began twisting the truth.
“Anyone can brag! I could say I’m the Incarnation of Heavenly Dao! Don’t fall for her lies and make a terrible mistake in a moment of impulse!”
“Oh? Lies? Don’t you people watch the news?” Jiang Ke’er looked at the soldiers in surprise.
“The entire Shenzhou knows about it. Are you telling me you don’t?”
The soldiers exchanged glances.
They really didn’t know.
They’d heard some street talk, but it was quickly debunked, and the people spreading the false rumors were heavily criticized.
The Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom always prided itself on being free, open, and informationally developed.
There was no information barrier between the Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom and the Human Clan—unlike the constant mutual blocking and wariness between the Human Clan and the Demon Race.
The Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom could freely browse the news and information released by the Human Clan, treated them like His Majesty’s imperial edicts, and felt deeply honored to do so.
They only knew that “Qing Yi was the mastermind behind the Epidemic Poison,” “There was a little monster named Jiang Ke’er in the Realm of Novice Cultivator who had a flash in the pan and amounted to nothing,” “The Demon Race caused chaos at the Shenzhou Cup finals and disrupted fair competition,” and “Demon rebels ravaged Shenzhou, plunging the living world into misery.”
What they didn’t know was that the same events, understood from a different perspective, were two completely different pieces of intelligence.
As an enemy, how could the Human Clan report impartial news? Even if the Demon Race wasn’t any better, the nature of media all over the world was the same.
“Blathering nonsense,” the strategist sneered, confident he had the upper hand. “You can’t prove any of that. No evidence—it’s all hot air.”
Jiang Ke’er smiled. “Actually, I only need to prove one thing.”
“Ha, and what’s that?”
“You’re an Honored One, aren’t you?” Jiang Ke’er countered.
“The Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom doesn’t have many Honored Ones. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the Grand Commander of the Western Defense Force, right? Standing beside the tub of lard is to protect him?”
“That’s right,” the Western Army Commander said, abandoning his disguise. He looked arrogantly at Jiang Ke’er.
“A little brat in the Seven Luminaries Realm, you’re not even worthy of speaking with me.”
“Ooooh! That’s right! I’m only at the Seven Luminaries Realm—how maddening!”
Jiang Ke’er suddenly put on an extremely exaggerated, sarcastic tone, making Qiao Xiaoxian unable to resist a snort of laughter.
“I’m so mad, I’m going to kill you.” Jiang Ke’er stared at the Western Army Commander.
“Hahaha, then come on!” The Western Army Commander was laughing so hard he might pee his pants. “Come on! I’m waiting—come kill me!”
Jiang Ke’er nodded.
The Western Army Commander’s laughter hadn’t even died down when he felt a blur before his eyes!
Wait, what the hell… What just appeared?!
“Weird request,” Jiang Ke’er’s faint sigh reached his mind.
“But don’t worry, I really enjoy helping fools fulfill their wishes—especially the weird ones.”
The Western Army Commander let out a terrified roar and thrust his halberd at Jiang Ke’er!
But Jiang Ke’er didn’t dodge. Instead, she aimed Frost Shadow straight at the halberd’s tip!
A terrifying Spiritual Power vortex spiraled around the halberd, forming a lightning-fast vacuum tunnel that arrived in an instant!
As blade and halberd met, the Western Army Commander laughed inwardly.
Sure enough, an inexperienced little brat—swords are light and agile, while halberds rely on brute force. In a head-on clash, the sword would be effortlessly snapped like dry twigs!
Even at the same realm that would be the case, let alone when the opponent was an entire major realm lower!
But at the point of impact, there was no sound of a clash at all.
The sword light suddenly solidified. Before the Western Army Commander could react, the overwhelming Sword Qi filled his vision, then swept across his body.
The halberd, cleanly split in two lengthwise, clattered to the ground.
Yes, Jiang Ke’er only needed to prove one thing—
She was strong.
Outrageously strong.
That was enough.
The moment she demonstrated her power, all doubts about those legendary events collapsed on their own.
And to kill an Honored One while being in the Seven Luminaries Realm!
Isn’t that proof enough?
“D-Don’t come near me!”
The Sword Qi had already cleaved the border tower in half. Jiang Ke’er didn’t spare a glance at the Western Army Commander’s bisected corpse, instead walking slowly toward the Demon Lord, sword in hand.
Having witnessed such a wild and arrogant Sword Qi, no one could doubt Jiang Ke’er’s strength or her killer intent.
The Western Army Commander’s blood drenched half of Demon Lord Zhuang Ren’s obese body.
Only now did he realize just how serious the problem was, and how horribly he had misjudged Jiang Ke’er.
Ever since Qiao Xiaoxian left, the Demon Kingdom only had one Honored One—the Western Army General—and now she had just cut him down with a single sword stroke.
“Qiao Xiaoxian! Stop her! Are you condoning rebellion?!”
“…”
Qiao Xiaoxian glanced at Demon Lord Zhuang Ren and thought for a moment.
To delay her own breakup by a few minutes, she decided to stay out of it.
It was rare for Jiang Ke’er to be so worked up in a kill, and besides, it seemed to be for her sake…
Qiao Xiaoxian watched the figure on the tower wall, her heart filled only with soft warmth and joy.
Maybe… she did care about me a little?
“I swear, as the Strategic Adviser and Financier of the Eastern Victory Demon United Uprising Army—the Dongshen Demon Kingdom is willing to accept any Demon Race compatriots who still have blood in their veins, along with their families!”
The soldiers below the tower exchanged glances.
Jiang Ke’er knew they wouldn’t decide that quickly.
Her words were just sowing a few seeds. No rush—with a little watering, they would eventually bear fruit.
Seeing Jiang Ke’er approaching step by step, the Demon Lord’s survival instinct didn’t prompt him to flee or fight, but to shakily pull out a Communication Stone.
“Your Majesty, save me! Your Majesty, send someone to save me! I’ve given my all for the Kingdom of Dasi! Your Majesty… you promised to send an Honored One! Where is the Honored One? Where?!”
The Demon Lord wept in terror, his rolls of fat trembling violently.
But there was no response from the other side.
Jiang Ke’er thought this kind of villain could only be seen in anime or manga, but she never expected to find one in a novel. Wouldn’t it get criticized for making the character stupid?
Oh, wait—maybe this is a manga? No, impossible, no way garbage like this would get a manga adaptation.
“I’ll give you two choices,” Jiang Ke’er said, shaking off the strange thoughts. She gently rested her sword on the Demon Lord’s thick neck, her tone icy.
“First choice: you remain the Demon Lord, stay here with those willing to follow you. All you have to do is let the people who want to leave go freely.”
“Second choice: you become grease.”