This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"What’s the meaning of this?" A sinister voice, as cold as a breeze sweeping through a ravine and somewhat elusive, emanated from within the Bihuan Butterfly, filled with dissatisfaction, "Is this how your War Demon clan conducts its affairs? Ridiculous!"

"This is..." Qing Ge observed the strange scene before him, as if he had realized something.

However, the reaction of the Black Demon Marshal was much faster than Qing Ge’s, as he exclaimed in surprise, "The Heart Demon Holy Clan!"

The sight before him was unmistakably a manifestation of one of the innate abilities of the Heart Demon Holy Clan—"Soul Mastery."

After the Heart Demons used the Divine Skill "Soul Mastery," they could split off a single Soul Thought to temporarily command any living creature for a short period.

In the Abyss, each of the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans possessed their own unique and overwhelmingly powerful innate divine abilities.

For example, the War Demons’ two innate abilities—"Summoning" and "Refining Furnace"—represented the ultimate in divine abilities concerned with Demon Soldiers, granting the War Demon Clan unparalleled combat power.

The Void Clan had their "Space True Intention," giving the naturally incompatible Demon Race the ability to control the true intention of space...

The Heart Demon Holy Clan was the most mysterious and bizarre among the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans in terms of innate divine abilities.

Their innate divine abilities did not directly enhance their combat power but lay in their unpredictability and their ability to catch opponents off guard.

Therefore, the Heart Demons kept their innate abilities extremely well-hidden, and other demon clans knew only that the Heart Demon Holy Clan possessed two innate divine abilities—"Soul Mastery" and "Control Fate"—both related to the soul.

However, the specific manifestations of these two abilities remained unclear to anyone.

"The Heart Demon Holy Clan..." Upon hearing this name, Qing Ge finally recalled entirely, his gaze unconsciously flickering with a hint of darkness.

Among the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans, his least favorite, besides his own War Demon Clan, was the Heart Demon Clan.

This dislike had no particular reason; it was an unfounded aversion.

Importantly, his reaction was not an isolated case.

Between the War Demon Holy Clan and the Heart Demon Holy Clan, mutual disdain among the clans seemed to be a long-standing tradition.

But if one truly sought the root cause, it would be found that the two clans had never actually engaged in any significant conflicts throughout history.

So, for some people, it’s really just a natural enmity, like a father spanking his child, no reason needed.

However, if one were to analyze it from a scientific and dialectical viewpoint, there was a reasonable explanation for the mutual antagonism between War Demons and Heart Demons:

War Demon’s talents lie in the way of Demon Soldiers, which is materialistic, while Heart Demons specialize in soul control, that is, idealistic—materialism and idealism are inherently incompatible, like fire and water.

Patter-patter-patter!

The Bihuan Butterfly flapped its wings rapidly, flying towards Qing Ge and the Black Demon Marshal, who had previously been on high alert.

It could be seen that the butterfly’s originally colorful eyes were now rolled back, vanishing from sight, leaving only vast expanses of white, which was unsettling to behold.

This was the result after being subjected to the Heart Demon’s use of "Soul Mastery."

"May I ask your name, and what is going on here? Why are you here?" the Black Demon Marshal asked, clearly uncertain of the situation.

The territory of the War Demon Clan was very far from that of the Heart Demon Clan.

So, how could a demon beast, controlled by the Heart Demon Clan, appear within his City Lord’s Mansion, on the battlefield outside the War Demon’s domain?

"My name is Spirit Delusion," came the somber voice from the Bihuan Butterfly, tinged with a hint of anger, "As for why I am here?! Isn’t it because of the good job you did, killing my messenger for no reason?

Tell me, what were you attempting here?

If I weren’t always cautious, having placed a Soul Thought within the Bihuan Butterfly, wouldn’t your actions have thwarted my efforts?"

It was challenging for the powers of the Netherworld to infiltrate Yumen Pass, as it was exceptionally easy to expose their identities, and a careless move could lead to a great loss.

Therefore, Spirit Delusion, the Demon Lord, could only send an inconspicuous, Void Refining Underworld Cultivator to deliver messages and transport the Bihuan Butterfly.

Yet even with such measures, Spirit Delusion, the Demon Lord, was still not entirely reassured; after all, a Void Refining Cultivator was too insignificant in the battlefield beyond the domain, and bad luck could lead to unforeseen incidents.

To be prepared for any eventuality, Spirit Delusion employed the Divine Skill "Soul Mastery" on the Bihuan Butterfly.

That way, even if the messenger Underworld Cultivator suffered an accident, he could instantly awaken the Soul Thought and complete the mission that the Underworld Cultivator failed to accomplish.

As it turned out, this precaution was indeed necessary.

"Spirit Delusion, the Demon Lord!" exclaimed the Black Demon Marshal, taken aback.

He hadn’t expected the soul within the Bihuan Butterfly to belong to a Demon Lord of the Heart Demon Clan.

In the Sixth Grade Demon Race, strong ones are called Demon Generals; in the Seventh Grade, they are known as Demon Marshals; as for Demon Lords, that title is reserved for strong ones within the Eighth Grade Demon Race.

Their high status and formidable strength were all too apparent.

Upon learning the identity of the newcomer, the Black Demon Marshal instantly became serious and, with a touch of embarrassment, explained, "There was a small mishap that led to the accidental slaying of your messenger..."

Infighting is still infighting, but one should not air one’s dirty laundry in front of other Holy Demon Clans; naturally, he could not undermine Qing Ge’s face.

So, even if he didn’t get along with Qing Ge, the Black Demon Marshal still took it upon himself to explain on behalf of Qing Ge.

"Hmph!" A disdainful and mocking sneer came from within the Bihuan Butterfly.

Qing Ge’s expression was somewhat awkward, along with a moment of delayed realization.