He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 890 selected a portion of the demons

They bled a lot, so they can be considered loyal.

Dragon Godslayer pondered for a moment, the cold light between his scales dimming slightly: "Alright. But I can't take all the demons away at once; too much demonic energy will attract the attention of humans." He glanced around, "You all gather here. I'll select some with talent, and the rest... well, let fate decide."

Although the monkey demon was unwilling—who wouldn't want to be taken away to save their life?—the thought of the power that Dragon Godslayer had just displayed instantly suppressed its dissatisfaction. It knew that having the opportunity to be chosen was already an immense blessing. Saying another word would likely result in its being shattered to pieces.

So it quickly kowtowed, its forehead hitting the stone with a dull thud: "Thank... thank you, Senior! I'll go and call all the demons to gather here!" After saying that, it clutched its injured leg, limped around, and hissed as it ran into the depths of the forest, roaring with all its might along the way: "Come to Senior Dragon! Quickly!"

Long Jiao frowned as she watched the monkey demon's retreating figure. She leaned close to Long Shishen and whispered, "Senior, why bring these burdens along? They're weak and their transformations are unstable. They'll only slow us down and are a complete waste of time! Our priority right now is to break through, not..."

“You don’t understand.” Long Shishen shook his head, his golden pupils gazing into the depths of the mist, where the faint cries of other demon races could be heard. His tone carried a hint of remoteness, “Now the human race is powerful, relying on the support of sects to hunt down demons everywhere, plundering their inner cores, and not even sparing newly awakened cubs. If this continues, the demon race will only grow weaker and weaker, their territory will be devoured, and their bloodline will be severed.”

He paused, his voice deepening, carrying a barely perceptible hint of sorrow: "Now the demon race must unite and work together as one to have a chance to contend with the human race. Otherwise, in another hundred years, there may be no trace of the demon race left in this world."

Long Shishen raised his claw and pointed at the lesser demons who were rushing over from all directions: "I took these talented ones away because I wanted to leave some seeds for the demon race. Today they may be just ants, but with careful guidance, they may become great in the future and hold up a piece of the sky."

Long Tian listened from the side, his mind suddenly clearing. He had only thought about how to break through and save his own life, but had never considered the long-term future of the clan. It turned out that this ancestor was not only powerful, but also had such far-reaching plans.

He bowed deeply, his tone filled with admiration: "Senior's insight is profound; it was my shortsightedness that led me astray."

Dragon Godslayer remained silent, standing there quietly. Its scales gleamed coldly in the mist, like a silent mountain, yet faintly exuding a power capable of supporting the future of the demon race.

Before long, a series of commotions arose from all around. More and more demons gathered, including eagles with broken wings, wolf cubs missing a leg, and other unnamed spirits, dragging their wounded bodies, each with eyes filled with fear and anticipation. They huddled together, barely daring to breathe, awaiting the fateful selection—whether to be chosen and taken away to continue their lives, or to be left behind in this despairing fog, awaiting an unknown end.

The fog still lingered, but it seemed that the existence of the dragon who slew the god gave rise to a faint but firm hope.

Long Shishen's gaze slowly swept over the group of demons of various shapes and sizes before him—there was a red fox with three eyes, its vertical pupil on its forehead gleaming with a ghostly light; there was a blue wolf cub with wings on its back, its wings, though immature, already exuding sharpness; and there was a boy with half a snake tail dragging behind him, his scales shimmering silver-blue in the dim light. Each of them had a mixed aura, but they were all staring intently at the spirit stone in his hand, their eyes filled with a longing for a glimmer of hope.

With a flick of his finger, a jade-green spirit stone the size of a pigeon's egg floated in mid-air, its lustrous green light flowing down like water, making the eyes of the surrounding demons shine as if they had been tempered with fire.

“When the time comes, you will all step forward one by one and grasp this spirit stone.” Long Shishen’s voice was deep and resonant, echoing through the forest. “Who to take away and who to leave behind, you don’t need to ask. I know what I’m doing.”

The monkey demon that had led the way earlier squatted on the front row of bluestones, its furry paws clenched until they turned white, its tail swaying restlessly behind it, creating a rustling sound. It considered itself one of the top demons in the group—it had fought Zhang Lei a few days ago, and although it hadn't gained much advantage, it hadn't been at a disadvantage either. But Zhang Lei couldn't even last a single round against the Dragon God-Slaying Palm; the difference was like heaven and earth, leaving it no choice but to feel awe.

Seeing this, the demons dared not be disrespectful in the slightest and obediently formed a long, crooked line. The spiritual energy emanating from the spirit stones grew increasingly dense, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, causing many demons to swallow hard, yet no one dared to take another step forward—the faint yet palpable pressure emanating from Long Shishen was like an invisible mountain pressing down on them, and no one dared to act rashly.

Dragon Godslayer stood there silently, his golden eyes half-closed, seemingly nonchalant, but in reality, he had already seen through the inherent qualities of each demon. He was not only choosing based on their current strength, but also on their talent and potential—some demons seemed powerful, but their demonic aura was impure and mixed, and they had already reached the ceiling of cultivation. Even if they were given more resources, they would hardly make any progress, and bringing them back would be a waste of effort.

After a round of testing, the sun was already setting. Dragon Slayer selected about half of the demons, including a powerful and colorful tiger demon and a snow rabbit spirit with pure spiritual energy. Their strengths varied, but they all exuded a sharp upward growth momentum and had infinite potential hidden in their bones.

He raised his hand to collect the spirit stone, and the green light suddenly faded, darkening the surroundings. He looked at the remaining demons and said calmly, "Your aptitudes are limited. It might be safer for you to stay. Let's go."

The words had barely left his mouth when the black bear demon at the back of the group suddenly stepped forward, its massive paw slamming into the ground with a loud thud, sending shards of stone flying. It roared in a deep, rumbling voice, "Why?! I'm stronger than that tiger, my hide is three times thicker than that rabbit's, and I never complain when I'm beaten! Why won't you take me with you? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Long Shishen looked up at it, his golden vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a stubborn rock: "Your strength is not weak, but in my eyes, you are still just a piece of trash." He lightly tapped his fingertip, and an invisible burst of energy shot out, striking the bear demon's shoulder with a "smack".

The bear demon staggered back three steps as if struck by a heavy hammer, crashing into a tree trunk behind him, wincing in pain. "Your path of cultivation has long since died, the demonic energy in your dantian is as murky as a swamp," Long Shishen's voice turned colder, "Even if I gave you a thousand-year-old spiritual marrow, you would hardly make any progress. Am I taking you back to raise a stupid idiot who only knows how to eat, wasting resources?"

The bear demon blushed deeply, the redness spreading from its ears to its neck. It bared its fangs and tried to argue, but the Dragon Godslayer had already turned away and uttered only one word, carrying an undeniable aura of power: "Get lost."