Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Chapter 1271 The storm is coming

Outside the window, a fine drizzle fell, tapping softly on the eaves.

The city was pitch black, and the drizzle wove a hazy veil in the quiet night.

Ye Ge sat alone by the window, her slender figure half-hidden in the dim light.

His deep eyes gazed silently at the distant view outside the window, blurred by the rain, his pupils reflecting the dark clouds drifting across the gloomy sky.

Fine raindrops slid down the glass, leaving fleeting traces in his eyes.

【Drip】

The system notification sound broke the silence.

Ye Ge withdrew her gaze from the distance and glanced at the system panel.

[Long Ying: I have already sent invitations to the conference to all nations and races.]

[Long Ying: The meeting of all races is scheduled for 3 PM three days from now.]

"finally......"

He whispered to himself, closed the panel, and turned his gaze back to the window.

The dark clouds in the rain seemed to grow even thicker, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

......

The Kingdom of the Holy Spirits.

Leonardo gently placed an exquisite invitation to the Conference of All Races on the sandalwood table, his fingertips lingering for a moment on the gold-embossed cover.

"The Conference of All Races..." he murmured softly, head bowed.

A trusted aide stood respectfully behind him, head bowed: "Your Majesty, this meeting is most likely to discuss how to eliminate the gene company..."

Leonardo glanced at him: "I, the King, would not have thought of such a thing. Do you need to tell me?"

The confidant stammered awkwardly, "Uh...yes..."

Leonardo thought to himself, 'The last time Sima Qing caused such a huge uproar, there's been no news for so many days. What on earth is going on?'

'I heard that Ye Ge has already broken through to the Soul Emperor realm.'

'I don't know if it's true or not...'

'Damn it, this guy's skills in his past life were already insanely overpowered, like he was cheating. Why is his leveling speed in this world, after his physical body was transmigrated to, just as insane?! We're both Descendants, this is so unfair!'

Leonardo cursed the Heavenly Dao System in his mind for a long time.

"Has the army finished assembling?" he asked without turning his head.

"Yes," the confidant replied with a bow. "The Holy Elf Kingdom's 800,000-strong army awaits your command at any time."

“Yes.” Leonardo said in a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the princess and make sure she doesn’t run around during this time.”

"Yes." The confidant hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, you have suddenly summoned so many troops from all over the country... does this mean that another large-scale war is about to break out?"

Leonardo DiCaprio was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

"Who knows..."

......

Inside the Demon Clan's main hall, a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire space.

The four demon lords, Black Sun, Ancient Evil, Nether Soul, and Flame Princess, sat around a huge obsidian round table, exchanging glances with different expressions.

"Does the Demon Lord still have no intention of emerging from seclusion?" Yan Ji asked, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed as she crossed her arms. "This is a meeting that could decide the Eighth War of All Races."

“Yes.” A black-clad messenger wearing a raven mask stood silently at the front of the round table. He was the personal messenger of Demon Lord Cain. “The Demon Lord is currently at a crucial moment in his secluded cultivation. We will have to trouble you all to attend this meeting on his behalf.”

"..."

The four demon lords looked at each other, a subtle atmosphere filling the air.

"But if that's the case, what stance should our demon race take?" Black Sun asked solemnly. "Although our demon race has had many business dealings with the Myriad Races Chamber of Commerce under the Gene Company in the past, this time even our four demon lords were tricked by that Sima Qing. I don't intend to swallow this insult easily. If the Demon Lord doesn't object, I will take revenge myself."

"The Demon Lord will not oppose the revenge actions of the Demon Lords." The raven-masked messenger said in his hoarse voice, "As you all know, the Demon Lord is not very interested in fighting for territory. He only pursues greater power."

"And the demon race doesn't need a stance; with our strength, we don't need an alliance. Of course, the Demon Lord won't allow the demon race to bow down to other races."

"However, the Demon Lord also said that if you all intend to expand your territory and plunder slave resources, you may send troops to conquer, and he will not stop you. However, there is only one point—it doesn't matter how you conquer externally, but if internal strife affects the interests of your race and gives other races an opportunity to take advantage...hehe, if you go too far, the Demon Lord will not let you off lightly."

The relationship between the four demon lords has always been tense, and they have been fighting and clashing with each other for a long time.

Demon Lord Cain was well aware of this as well.

Minor squabbles are fine, but if they escalate too much and affect the foundation of the demon race, or if internal strife allows other races to take advantage of the situation, then the Demon Lord's bottom line has been crossed.

“We understand,” said the Ghost Soul. “Since you say so, Envoy, we understand. But when exactly will the Demon Lord emerge from seclusion? This time, his seclusion seems to have lasted exceptionally long?”

The raven-masked messenger chuckled twice: "If all goes well, it should be soon."

......

In the magnificent Dragon Palace of the Eastern Dragon Kingdom.

The Eastern Dragon King Ao Sheng sat high on his throne, his majestic gaze sweeping over the dragon ministers below.

"At this conference of all races, each race leader will be accompanied by two or three attendants." Ao Sheng's voice echoed in the hall. "General Jinlong, Cang Ting, you two will accompany me this time."

General Jinlong bowed and placed his hand on his chest: "Yes, sir!"

Cang Ting's face seemed to twitch slightly, and he whispered, "Yes..."

"General Cang Ting, what's wrong?" Ao Sheng looked at him calmly, his eyes so deep that no emotion could be seen. "Is there something wrong with you? Or is it that the damage from being corrupted by Qiongqi's spirit has not yet healed?"

"...It's nothing." Cang Ting bowed slightly respectfully and said calmly, "Your subject understands."

"Then that's settled." Ao Sheng gave him a deep look. "Go back and prepare, then we'll set off together."

"My lord, what happened to you in the main hall just now?"

After returning to the General's Mansion, Qing Lin, one of the Eight Sword Saints of the Dragon Clan, asked.

Cang Ting paced back and forth in the general's mansion, his expression somewhat grim. After a long while, he slowly said, "I suspect that old fellow Ao Sheng saw through my illusion last time after the failure."

Qinglin asked in surprise, "Why would you say that?"