Chapter 540: Chapter 451: What Was Seen and Heard

The uplifting spirit was something even the ancient Demon Clan had never possessed, giving him a feeling of refreshing newness.

On this day, the Demon Capital was filled with joyful emotions, as the return of Mr. Mo and Lin Fang triggered a rare grand celebration at the Demon Court.

It gave the energetic monsters living in the Demon Capital the opportunity to freely express the joy in their hearts.

Lin Fang and Mr. Mo strolled down the bustling streets of the Demon Capital, taking an interested look at everything around them.

Compared to before they left, the Demon Capital had undergone tremendous changes. The streets were much wider than before, and compared to the somewhat empty streets of the past, they now teemed with hustle and bustle.

Goods of all kinds dazzled the eye, and although not as diverse as the Human Clan’s, one could at least see the shadow of civilization.

The face of every monster on the street beamed with happiness, and life had been so fulfilling recently that sometimes they felt as if they were living in a dream.

There was a time when the Heavenly Court, which once dominated the fate of the Demon Clan with unquestionable authority, was ousted just like that. It wasn’t until the outcome of the battle at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons spread that many monsters truly felt the times had changed.

The Demon Clan was no longer the weak race that could be slaughtered at will; on the contrary, the current Demon Clan was strong enough to wrestle with the most powerful forces in the Three Realms.

This realization led to an unprecedented boost in confidence for everyone, and with it came a powerful motivation because they felt their lives had hope.

Lin Fang and Mr. Mo could clearly sense the passion bursting from the depths of these common demons’ hearts.

"I have imagined such a scene countless times, but ultimately, after repeated failures, I became disheartened and even lost the confidence to make any change," Mr. Mo said wistfully.

He glanced at Lin Fang, realizing by now that all these changes were thanks to the individual beside him.

This made him even more curious about Lin Fang’s origins since an ordinary wild could not produce a character like Lin Fang.

This wasn’t discrimination but a cruel fact: without sufficient knowledge, without a deep understanding of societal civilization, and without enough wisdom, such inspiration couldn’t emerge.

Fortunately, he learned from his sister that Lin Fang’s origins were mysterious and it was better not to inquire, so he refrained from asking.

Lin Fang, however, smiled and said, "I believe that everyone’s yearning for beauty is something that no hardship can bury. It is like a tenacious seed, silently hidden in the heart, waiting for rain and sunlight to take root and sprout, releasing vigorous vitality."

"Neither immortals nor monsters can change that, and this is the greatest strength of All Living Beings."

Lin Fang’s words left Mr. Mo deep in thought.

A few Little Monsters laughed as they ran over and accidentally bumped into Lin Fang’s thigh.

"Sorry, sorry!" the Little Monsters promptly apologized.

Seeing Lin Fang’s attire, they knew he was someone not to be trifled with, for if it had been one of the fierce Demon Kings of the past, they might already be lying dead on the spot.

Fortunately, after the re-establishment of the Demon Court, those misbehaving Demon Kings were cleaned up, and recently, laws had been introduced to ensure the safety of these common demons, reducing the occurrence of bloody incidents.

Lin Fang bent down to pick up the little monster’s mask that had fallen to the ground, a small mask painted with a red divine spirit that still looked quite good.

"This must be yours!" Lin Fang said with a smile as he handed over the mask.

The startled little demon, upon seeing Lin Fang’s face brimming with laughter, stuttered, "It’s my thing!"

Lin Fang petted the little demon’s head with a smile, slowly walking ahead with Mr. Mo, leaving the little demon standing there dumbfounded.

"This lord is so gentle!" the little demon muttered to himself after touching his own head.

He had never seen such a kind-hearted adult before, nor did he know which member of the Demon Court he was. Although he couldn’t recognize him, anyone capable of transformation to such a degree surely was not an ordinary person.

Just at that moment, the little demon’s parents hurried over from a distance, quickly approaching when they saw their child standing still.

"You little rascal, how could you be so careless? What would we do if you got lost? Be careful, or the people from the Heavenly Court will catch you and use you for alchemy!" his mother warned, intending to scare the little demon.

"I’m not afraid of those bad guys from the Heavenly Court. The adults from the Demon Court will protect me. I’ve heard that our army recently routed them spectacularly," the little demon said excitedly, clenching his fists.

It was as if he had become a peerless hero himself, beating down the villains of the Heavenly Court while surrounded by admiring glances from friends and family.

"You never know, maybe Heavenly Court spies are lurking nearby, ready to snatch you away and turn you into the legendary Elixir."

"Mother is lying. Our teacher said that demons cannot be used for alchemy; our blood is impure and would only taint the Elixir," the little demon asserted confidently.

His mother didn’t know how to respond. Since Bailu Academy had promoted education heavily, demons of this age commonly attended local schools to learn reading and writing—it was said to be an edict from the Demon Emperor.

Within a short time, the little one gained more knowledge than his parents had acquired in their entire lives. The once unfailingly successful tactics of scaring children no longer worked, leaving some parents lamenting how children these days were becoming harder and harder to fool.

"How do you speak to your mother like that!" A large hand lightly flicked the little demon’s forehead, making him hold his head.

The newcomer was a stocky demon, exuding an astonishing aura of murderousness.

"Father!"

"So you remember I’m your father, huh? Do you know how worried we were? Although security has improved a lot, you still need to be cautious. Peace has been restored for only a short time, and yet you children have already lost all basic vigilance," he shook his head and sighed, clearly worried about the current state of affairs.

He was a man who had lived through an era of war, accustomed to deception and bloodshed; he had forged a reputation for himself, but later tired of the strife and settled into an anonymous life of marriage and having children, living ordinarily.

After the Demon Court was re-established, he moved with his family to the Demon Capital, which was much safer than the outside world.

Even so, he chose not to participate in affairs, having given up hope in the world and not believing the Demon Emperor could change anything. He merely wished to live a simple life with his wife and child.

However, the subsequent changes took him by surprise as the Demon Clan underwent continuous, rapid transformations, giving him a sense of unfamiliarity.

It wasn’t until the news of victory from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons arrived that he truly realized everything had changed.