Baishan’s face fell as he heard this, "Let’s just forget it then, I can guess what he would say."

"It would definitely be, ’I am fighting in the front lines, risking my life just so you can have a good life. Our family only needs one person to fight.’"

His imitation was spot-on, just like his own father.

Luming well knew the style of the Demon King; he was famously indulgent with his offspring, and couldn’t bear the thought of his precious son risking his life on the battlefield. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He flashed a smile and said, "Your father does this for your own good. The battlefield is blind to the sword, and those Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are exceptionally fierce. Your family only has you as an heir, and if you were to die in battle, it would kill your father with grief."

"But it’s really so boring. I’ve heard my father talk about how our Demon Clan is going to form a new iron army. It’s said to be very mysterious, even the training location is extraordinary."

Luming scoffed, "In all of Luzhou in the North, which place isn’t in our Yamen’s records? Their training locations are merely these places, how mysterious can they truly be? It’s just to fool those outsiders who are unaware."

He believed himself thoroughly familiar with the map of Luzhou in the North, confident that no military training could escape his notice, no matter where.

"If it’s in Luzhou in the North, then it’s nothing out of the ordinary," Baishan said, waving his hand.

After speaking, he looked around then lowered his voice, "I heard that this time it’s not in Luzhou in the North."

"Not in Luzhou in the North? Could it be in some Small Cave Heaven then? But the scope of a Cave Heaven surely isn’t enough for military training."

Luming, sensing the concealed information in these words, quickly urged Baishan to continue.

"Hey, a Small Cave Heaven is too small for a large army to be stationed, have you ever heard of the Demon Realm?" Baishan asked in a lowered voice.

"It’s the one that has been a hot topic recently, of course I’ve heard of it. These days even small children might know about it."

"But we also know that rumors from the outside are mostly untrue, and this Demon Realm is even more unbelievable."

Having said this, although Luming’s face still showed a dismissive expression, he was earnestly waiting for Baishan’s response in his mind.

Baishan, excited as expected, slapped Luming’s shoulder and said, "Let me tell you, it’s not fake. This time my father was fortunate enough to visit the Demon Realm, and when he returned, he couldn’t stop praising it, believing that from now on, our Demon Clan will never have to look up to others again."

He still remembered how excited his father was then, even lifting him up like a child.

From childhood to adulthood, perhaps only when they triumphed over the Heavenly Court had his father ever lost his composure to such an extent. One could imagine the joy of that day.

Although his own father was very secretive and tight-lipped about the Demon Realm, his extensive inquiries still drew out quite a bit of intelligence.

Especially the news about the new army training in the Demon Realm, which had caught his attention.

This was the opportunity he craved, yet his father had flatly refused him.

Baishan kept venting his inner frustrations, unaware that Luming had long since been lost in his thoughts.

For Luming, the news today was an unexpected delight. He had been pondering how to gather information about the Demon Realm, since such matters were top secret even among the Demon Clan and known by few, making it difficult to obtain reliable intelligence. Being too eager could arouse suspicion.

However, when at his wit’s end, unexpectedly, another possibility appeared. He hadn’t yet figured out a strategy when Baishan had blurted everything out.

This scenario, where he stumbled upon the information without effort, made him wonder if it was a trap.

"Luming, what are you thinking about?" Baishan asked with concern, patting Luming’s shoulder lightly.

Fear flashed through Luming’s eyes momentarily, but he suppressed it well and replied with an indifferent smile, "Weren’t you talking about the Demon Realm? It got me daydreaming, wondering what it’s like there."

Baishan rubbed his head and said, "I don’t know about that. It must be splendid, otherwise, the old man wouldn’t have been so shocked. He looked utterly astounded."

"Then it must be marvelous indeed," Luming mused. "Your esteemed father has seen much and knows much. If even he is immensely shocked, the Demon Realm must be splendid. It rightly should be."

He spoke the last sentence in a low voice, almost to himself.

Only a wondrous Demon Realm deserved this displaced and scattered clan.

"Yes, imagine if I could join that army then I’d be able to visit the Demon Realm often. Think how proud you’d feel speaking out as my close brother," said Baishan, laughing and clapping Luming on the shoulder.

His words revealed his true intention—to get Luming to come up with a way to persuade his own father to let him enlist.

A troubled look appeared on Luming’s face, knowing well the temperament of Baishan’s father, who was not one easily persuaded.

Especially when it came to his own precious son, this Demon King renowned in the Demon Court was unimaginably stubborn.

"Good brother, I really rely on you this time. Among our group, you’re the smartest; besides you, I can’t think of anyone else who could find a way."

Baishan heaped praise upon Luming. As a former close friend, his trust in him remained high.

Little did he know, countless thoughts were racing through Luming’s mind. Although somewhat ashamed, his immediate reaction upon hearing Baishan’s words was whether this could help him obtain what he desired.

If Baishan could successfully enlist, with his capabilities and the help of his master, it wouldn’t be hard to join this newly formed army. Moreover, Baishan’s clearance to access the Demon Realm would mean Luming had a continuous channel to acquire information, which, for his newly accepted mission, was more than ideal.

Since it was Baishan’s own idea, it was hard for anyone to suspect Luming’s motives, offering a perfect disguise for his undercover work.

The more he thought about it, the more he saw it as a godsend opportunity that he must seize no matter what.

Thus, Luming deliberately stammered, "It’s not an easy task. You know how much your father loves you. He would never agree to let you enlist, unless..."

"Unless what? Don’t beat around the bush. Once it’s done, I’ll surely repay you handsomely," Baishan urged impatiently.

Luming paused for a moment then said, "I’ve heard that the person your father admires the most is the Great Saint who moves mountains. If he could be persuaded to intervene, it might just work wonders."