Chapter 571 - 570: We Demon Cultivators Are Not Inferior

Chapter 571: Chapter 570: We Demon Cultivators Are Not Inferior

A crowd had already gathered outside the Celestial Book Tomb.

Chu Qing’s father was still in a standoff with the Demon Cultivators.

After all, some Demon Cultivators had been working to break the formations here. Chi Xue Child and the others getting in first meant they had seized the initiative.

How could these people just stand by and watch?

If Chu Qing’s father hadn’t given these people a "warm welcome" the moment he arrived, there’s no way the others would have gotten in so easily.

"Senior Dong Li, you can step aside now, can’t you?" If these Demon Cultivators weren’t outmatched by him, they would have attacked long ago.

They certainly wouldn’t be speaking to him so politely.

Tier Seven experts rarely ventured out. For this man to show up here directly, wasn’t he afraid of losing face?

Chu Qing’s father moved aside. "My apologies for the trouble."

The Demon Cultivators snorted coldly and left immediately.

They had already sent word out, so now they naturally had to enter the Celestial Book Tomb as well.

It was a free entry anyway. It would be a waste not to go in.

But when they reached the entrance, they were all dumbfounded.

It wasn’t because the rules had changed, but because a line of words was written on the door: "Say ’daddy,’ and the door will open."

How could the Demon Cultivators accept this?

They weren’t just some Junior Cultivators. They were Tier Five or even Tier Six experts, veritable grand seniors in the Demon Cultivation Realm.

There were very few people who could make them say "daddy."

Just then, Chu Qing’s father also came over. He froze when he saw the words on the door.

’By this logic, did my son and daughter both say it?’

His expression instantly soured.

But this door was truly ruthless. How many people would this keep out?

After that, Chu Qing’s father used Concealment and hid himself. He wanted to watch from the shadows.

A lot of people were arriving. More would be here soon, so it wasn’t wise for him to stay out in the open for too long.

The Demon Cultivators were, of course, aware of this as well, so they decided to force their way in.

The simplest method was to just break it down.

And so, these few Demon Cultivators attacked.

The might of a Tier Six and the power of a Tier Five exploded forth. Though the duration was brief, the attack was immense.

However, the door that took the brunt of the attack didn’t change in the slightest.

They knew they couldn’t break through with their level of strength.

By now, a crowd had gathered, and it included juniors.

So, as seniors, did these Demon Cultivators have the gall to say "daddy"?

They suddenly felt a pang of regret. They should have just said "daddy" and gone in earlier.

After all, no one would have known how they got in.

How could they bring themselves to say it in front of everyone now?

Did they still want to have a future in the Demon Cultivation Realm?

"Foolish humans, all of you must say ’daddy,’ or you are not qualified to enter.

Unless you are Tier Nine." An ethereal voice spread through the area.

Everyone knew it was the voice of the Door Spirit.

When those Demon Cultivators heard this, their hearts ached.

’Tier Nine?’

’So only Tier Nine cultivators don’t have to say it?’

’Everyone else has to?’

The Demon Cultivators glanced at each other, and one sent a voice transmission: "Say it?"

"We can’t."

"Then we give up?"

"What’s more important? Our face, or the chance of an epiphany?"

Then, they came to a conclusion: face was more important.

There was a simple reason for this. Even if one achieved an epiphany after entering, it would be extremely dangerous.

’Everyone got in by saying "daddy,"’ they thought. ’So on what grounds do *you* get an epiphany and not me?’

It was entirely possible someone would resort to murder.

So, it was better to just save their dignity.

They soon backed away. They would wait and see what happened; perhaps another opportunity would arise.

Only after those seniors left did the Demon Cultivators in the back come forward.

They also knew the condition for entry, but they were all prodigies of the same generation. If word got out that they had said "daddy," what would their peers think of them?

The price for this one opportunity could be a lifetime of shame.

It might be worth it if they could make a huge leap forward in their cultivation, but if not, they might very well have to withdraw from the main stage of their generation. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

So, what should they choose?

As the crowd grew, they started to miss Mo Yan.

That person had no sense of shame. She was the perfect one to take the lead at a time like this.

That way, everyone would have a way to save face.

Things wouldn’t be at such a standstill.

Everyone wanted to get in. Seeing the crowd grow ever larger, they were all thinking of just saying "daddy" and getting it over with.

After all, it wasn’t just one person saying it, but a whole group. If everyone said it, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

The main problem now was who would go first.

They all looked at each other, but no one was willing to be the one to stick their neck out.

And so, the stalemate continued.

"Why don’t we think of another way?" someone asked.

"Like what?"

"Let’s discuss it. See if money can make the door grind."

"Say ’daddy.’ No haggling," the Door Spirit’s voice rang out once more.

It suddenly felt that its daddy was so good to it, becoming the daddy of so many people at once.

’After countless years, today might be my most satisfying day ever.’

But they still weren’t coming in, which it found very frustrating.

They were nothing like that group from before.

Just then, someone walked up to the door and asked, "I have a key. Can I get in?"

It was a young girl, a young Demon Cultivator. She looked so pure and innocent that if she didn’t say anything, you would never know she was a Demon Cultivator.

The Door Spirit said, "You can."

The young girl’s face lit up with joy, but before she could be happy for long, the Door Spirit added, "Just say ’daddy.’"

The girl’s smile slowly froze. Then, she took out some kind of Magical Treasure and detonated it.

BOOM! The blast scared the surrounding people into retreating a great distance.

’This person is crazy,’ everyone thought.

She blew something up at the slightest disagreement.

Most of the Demon Cultivators knew this person was unhinged, so they weren’t too surprised.

As for whether she died, of course she didn’t. The one that had come was just a puppet clone.

However, the puppet clone looked identical to her real self.

After the young girl blew herself up, the atmosphere grew tense. No one knew what to do.

And right at that moment, a voice rang out, "Everyone, make way, make way."

If Witch Dan Xue had been there, she would have definitely recognized this person as her senior brother.

As soon as the Black-robed Demon Cultivator appeared, he sent a voice transmission directly to the prodigies: "I’ll go first. Each of you gives me one Sixth-Grade Spirit Stone. No haggling.

If even one person doesn’t pay up, I’m not saying it."

Everyone: "..."

They remembered now. Besides the shameless Mo Yan, there was also this shameless profiteer. He really would do any kind of business.

But sometimes, you wouldn’t call it business. You’d call it taking advantage of a crisis.

The difference between him and Mo Yan was that Mo Yan had someone protecting her, so few dared to provoke her.

But the Black-robed Demon Cultivator was different. He didn’t need protection; his ability to escape was simply top-notch.

As a Tier Four, he could casually escape from right under the nose of a Tier Five.

This was the source of his confidence to be so unscrupulous.

But wasn’t he afraid of suffering an unexpected setback?

Then, a Demon Cultivator genius who was also at Tier Four sent a voice transmission: "Well played. Two Sixth-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

Soon, the geniuses and prodigies reached a consensus.

Then, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator announced loudly, "Fellow cultivators, the Celestial Book Tomb is about to open—no, it has already opened! And according to my knowledge, a group of people has already gone inside."

Hearing that people were already inside, many of those present grew restless. This was not good news.

It meant the first-mover advantage had been snatched away. How could they tolerate that?

At that moment, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator spoke again:

"To be perfectly honest, while we’ve been agonizing over our pride, the opportunity has likely already been seized by others.

We cultivators have always walked a path against the heavens.

Now, an opportunity is right before our eyes. What reason do we have to give up?

What’s wrong with saying ’daddy’ once?

Why should we cultivators care about an empty title?

You must understand, the ones who went in are Daoist Cultivators! Daoist Cultivators! Are we Demon Cultivators inferior to a bunch of Daoist Cultivators?

Why should we be willing to bow our heads to Daoist Cultivators over a single word, ’daddy’?

Do we admit that we are inferior to Daoist Cultivators?

If that’s the case, then I, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator, will be the first to disagree!

If Daoist Cultivators can say it, on what grounds can we Demon Cultivators not?

In what way are we lacking?

For the dignity of all Demon Cultivators, I would do more than just say ’daddy’—I would walk through a mountain of blades and a sea of fire to show you!

We Demon Cultivators will never bow our heads! I, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator, will be the first.

Those who want to stand up for us Demon Cultivators, follow me!"

"He’s right! The Daoist Cultivators all said it and went in. How can we Demon Cultivators fall behind? I, the Demon Cultivator Feng Ye, am willing to be the second!" someone in the crowd suddenly chimed in.

Soon, another person echoed, "I, the Demon Cultivator Xiu’er, am willing to be the third!"

"I’ll be the fourth."

"I’ll be the fifth."

"And I’ll be the sixth."

People in the crowd continued to chime in one after another.

Meanwhile, the Black-robed Demon Cultivator had already shouted "Daddy!" and gone inside.

At this, many Demon Cultivators were swept up in the moment. The scene became unusually passionate.

Especially that line—if the Daoist Cultivators had already said it, what reason did they have not to?

They, the Demon Cultivators, were not inferior to anyone.

And so, the prodigies took this opportunity to say "daddy" and enter.

They were doing it for the glory of Demon Cultivators.

Yes, for the glory of Demon Cultivators.

Chu Qing’s father felt a little admiration for that Black-robed Demon Cultivator.

He would have been happy to see them all stuck outside, but they had delayed themselves for so long already. That was probably enough.

In reality, all the people in the crowd who had chimed in were part of the same group. Chu Qing’s father could see that much.

He believed that many people at the scene weren’t fools; quite a few of them had probably seen through the act.

But everyone understood the situation and chose not to expose it.

It was basic courtesy, because this was precisely the outcome they had wanted.

It was a perfect excuse to save face, one that nobody would refuse.