Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Peridot Melody’s Doubt
“Let’s see if I can find a way to persuade him to accept the Peridot Flower.” She burst into a loud, mischievous laugh, her eyes sparkling with cunning delight.

Her charming, healthy face looked as if the earlier defeat she suffered at the hands of Huang Bai Xing in Rainrealm Continent had not left a mark on her at all. (Ch. 738)

“What are you staring at? Do you want the Peridot Flower too?” Her gaze suddenly darted towards them, her sweet smile as inviting as candy.

The others felt their lips twitch, shaking their heads as they turned back to their meals. Meanwhile, a demon waiter rushed in to fix the broken chair and table, using his magic to clean the mess on the floor.

Everyone moved with an ease that suggested this was not the first time Peridot Melody had been flung about by someone.

The demon waiter clenched his teeth in frustration; though he harbored resentment, he had no means to confront Peridot Melody—after all, how could one challenge this little ancestor who endowed with such immense power?

Shenlian Yingyue glanced at Peridot Melody and noted her increased cultivation.

{During their time in Fantasy Land, her strength had been hampered by the celestial laws; there, she could not fully unleash her might or wreak havoc upon the Mortal Realm.} Xiao Yun’s voice resonated in her mind.

Shenlian Yingyue exhaled deeply in understanding. Back on the Yellow Planet, she had been fortunate enough to confront Peridot Melody, Mist Demon, and Leaf Demon during the sect tournament. (Ch. 513-515)

Now, if she were to engage Peridot Melody in battle, she doubted she could easily secure a victory. The disparity in strength sparked a renewed determination within her.

“What’s the total for the meal?” She inquired, turning to the demon waiter, who seemed lost in his own morose thoughts.

“One hundred best-grade spirit stones,” the demon waiter replied, though his heart was heavy with the knowledge of the damages. The furniture was expensive, and given that this guest was not responsible for the destruction, it felt wrong for him to demand she pay for all the meal she hadn’t even completed.

Shenlian Yingyue pulled out the spirit stones and handed them over. Yet, instead of merely one hundred, she offered one hundred fifty best-grade spirit stones.

The demon waiter was taken aback, looking at her with curiosity. She had not consumed the final plate of food and had yet to finish the rest; why would she pay the full price? Regardless, gratitude swelled within him for her unexpected generosity.

The demons were notorious for their cruelty, cunning strategies, and ruthless nature, yet that didn’t equate to a lack of gratitude. Just as he was about to voice his appreciation, she turned away abruptly.

Shenlian Yingyue offered no explanations and made no effort to listen for his thanks. Silently, she exited the restaurant, her back to him.

Xiao Yun acknowledged her action with a nod, while Xiao Qiu quietly gave her a thumbs-up.

Rather than flaunting her riches, she displayed restraint. The immense wealth she possessed was generated monthly from the Dragon Spiritual Veins. She could easily have given the demon waiter a far more generous tip, but she understood the perils of excessive wealth; she was wise about her spending.

The demon waiter’s expression was a mixture of confusion and admiration.

Shenlian’s Hanfu and cloak, though simple, were crafted from excellent materials—far from the low-quality fabric many wore.

Yet, the use of a medium-grade storage bag hinted at her modest means. In a world where advanced spatial tools were the norm, it was unusual for anyone to be seen with such bags.

Her apparent generosity sparked curiosity among the demons. Was she feigning kindness to curry favor, or was her generosity genuine and rare in a realm rife with betrayal, violence, and greed?

Some speculated that she was foolishly squandering her wealth on others while neglecting her own needs. Others viewed her as a beacon of righteousness, noting how uncommon it was to encounter someone so altruistic in a world where treachery reigned.

A few considered the possibility that she might possess hidden identity, perhaps with ulterior motives behind her kindness.

Meanwhile, others regarded her with skepticism, their doubts whispering in the back of their minds. Only those from lower realms still relied on storage bags, and they questioned her true origins, though none dared to act on their suspicions.

Peridot Melody’s sharp yet curious gaze lingered on the figure cloaked in shadows. She felt a strange familiarity, as though she had encountered her before, but she immediately dismissed the thought. Surely, that individual could not be in the Demon Realm.

Regardless of the judgments swirling around her, Shenlian Yingyue remained unfazed. She had ordered a meal, and as she paid for it—despite it being rendered inedible—she felt no regret.

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As Shenlian Yingyue strolled through the street lined with majestic structures, her gaze drifted to the dark, lush trees and vibrant flowers that adorned the ancient road. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and the grandeur of the Demon Realm was palpable.

She crossed the bridge crafted from polished black marble, its surface reflecting the crystal clear waters of the river below. Yet, despite the river’s clarity, it emanated a dark, foreboding energy that seemed to seep into her very being.

Shenlian Yingyue couldn’t help but wonder how she was able to withstand the Demon Realm’s dark energy, which had initially made her question her own resilience. Her doubts resurfaced, and she found herself pondering the mystery of her ability to thrive in this foreboding environment.

As she stood lost in thought, her eyes met her own reflection in the river’s surface. A determination sparked within her, and she made a resolve: if her powers were insufficient to rescue her master now, she would rely on her intellect to guide her.

With a deep breath, she approached the royal palace of the demon clan, its imposing structure exuding an aura of power and intimidation. The demonic guards stationed at the palace gate emanated a chilling, murderous intent as they spotted her fearless approach.

“Shen Xian!” she suddenly roared, channeling her spiritual energy to amplify her voice, ensuring it echoed throughout the palace.

The effect was instantaneous – the guards and palace inhabitants were shocked, their faces pale and sweaty, as if they had been confronted with an unimaginable horror.

The news of the emperor’s return to the palace had just spread, and the demon elders were engaged in a crucial discussion with him in the throne room.

The audacity of Shenlian Yingyue’s actions was staggering – who dared to shout out the emperor’s name with such presumptuousness, inviting certain doom upon themselves?

Undaunted by the barrage of spiritual attacks launched against her from all directions, Shenlian Yingyue stood firm, her gaze fixed on the incoming assault.

Just as the attacks were about to strike her, she vanished into thin air, leaving the guards and onlookers stunned.

Before they could react, a powerful voice boomed, “This king will take care of her.”

The voice belonged to none other than Shi Ji, the Demon King. Upon hearing his command, the royal demon guards returned to their posts, their faces cold and unyielding, yet their hearts racing with unease.

Shenlian Yingyue found herself transported to a pavilion within the royal palace, where Shi Ji stood before her, his expression stoic and unreadable.