I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1396: You Have to Give Up to Gain

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Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
The World-Obliterating Pearl projected Long Tian slaughtering Origin Star demons, igniting shock and fury among the demon leaders, with the ox demon demanding his capture. The Demon Venerable suppressed the outrage, affirming Long Tian's identity but revealing it as a stratagem of self-injury to infiltrate and conquer humanity. The demons acclaimed the Venerable's wisdom, Long Tian's ruthlessness, and pledged unity, with the Bull Demon clan rewarded for their sacrifice.

The giant demons cheered without end, their eyes filled with ever-deepening reverence.

Only when the Demon Lord lifted his hand did the demon crowd fall silent, eagerly awaiting His Excellency's commands.

Since Long Tian has taken this dangerous step, winning over the human race single-handedly won't be simple. Thus, all of you must give your all to support him, allowing swift infiltration into human ranks!

The massive Bull Demon responded first, cupping his fists to seek orders.

My Lord.

Are you suggesting we work with Long Tian and offer up some of our own to pull off his sacrifice ploy?

His words dropped, leaving every demon in stunned silence.

No one had foreseen this plot, nor the sudden clever insight from the typically savage Bull Demon!

A glint of approval even flickered in the Demon Lord's gaze.

Correct.

Exactly as you stated, full trust for Long Tian demands minor losses. We need to stoke the flames to aid him.

Once inside the human race, his cunning should handle the rest without issue.

Which clan volunteers their top talents to execute this sacrifice scheme?

The hall grew hushed for a moment as the question rang out.

These demons were no fools. They understood dispatching kin now equaled sending them to die. Plus, it required sending talented young ones with solid cultivation and smarts to mesh perfectly with Long Tian.

Such a hit was hefty, leaving all hesitant!

Yet the Bull Demon advanced once more, fists clasped, face beaming with righteous zeal.

Reporting to My Lord.

My clan gladly offers elites again to propel Young Master Long Tian's grand mission!

These words shocked the assembled demons.

What play was this?

He was set to doom his clan's prized youths. Did Niu Shadi feel no qualms?

But the Demon Lord's approval intensified.

Impressive.

Niu Shadi, your insight sharpens by the day. You truly honor our kind as a leader. I'm delighted.

To some, yielding clansmen seems foolish, yet it advances our race's mighty goal. As the proverb says, sacrifice brings gain. That's true foresight. When our race conquers the cosmos, your Bull Demon clan ranks just behind Long Tian in merit. Rest assured, I won't shortchange you!

I vow anew: succeed here, and the Bull Demon clan gains an extra Black Spring Baptism slot, plus first pick of territories ahead!

His booming voice resounded. The Demon Lord's crimson eyes swept the crowd, whether by design or chance, as if his commendation targeted the Bull Demon while hinting deeper meanings.

When had the Bull Demon earned such acclaim from the Demon Lord?

The praise landed, and he bowed deeply, dropping to his knees in fervent gratitude.

Thank you, My Lord! Thank you, My Lord!

Right then.

The Bull Demon's visage glowed with joy. Past petty gripes vanished like mist in spring winds, even his qualms over lost clansmen fading away.

After repeated kowtows.

The hall quivered faintly. Tremors spread from earth to the feet of demon chiefs, drying their throats. Seeing the Bull Demon seize glory and reap rewards, envy stirred wildly in demon hearts.

One must lose to gain...

The Demon Lord's wisdom rang true.

Niu Shadi was just a brute with hollow power, yet he scooped prizes repeatedly through bluntness and lack of doubts.

All the perks heading to this oaf meant Bull Demon strength would soar.

The dimmest thrived best. Who could stand it?

After brief inner turmoil.

Jealousy or fervor blazed in many demon leaders' eyes. Unable to hold back, they surged forward, teeth clenched, clamoring for duty!

My Lord, behold! My Bloodthirsty Mad Ant clan yearns to aid Young Master Long Tian too!

My Lord! This subordinate shares that will!

My Lord speaks truth; lose to gain. Our Black Kun clan sends elites purely, no selfishness. I swear they're prime youths, our sight matching any clan's!

Ridiculous, our Tianhuang Wood clan sees farthest!

Rotten tree root, what's that supposed to mean?

...

In mere moments.

Spurred by front-row chiefs, the hall erupted in battle cries. Demons bickered fiercely, as if this mission spelled death no more but a prize ripe for grabbing.

Beholding the surging zeal, the sidelined High Priest inwardly lauded.

A few utterances, and the whole race danced to his tune. Be they elder demons or fresh powerhouses, all pawns in the Demon Lord's grasp.

The puny humans of Cloud Star Galaxy? Beneath notice. Young Master Long Tian alone, groomed by the Lord, would crush them utterly!

The Demon Lord's depths defied comprehension; peers across eras fell short.

Under his command, demonkind would ravage the stars!

Amid the High Priest's profound veneration.

Perched on his ebon throne, the Demon Lord's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Lips curved in assured smile, he surveyed all and boomed an order.

Your clans show fitting resolve. I'm pleased.

All eager to back Long Tian? Then dispatch a handful of elites each. Losses spread thin avoid crippling any lineage's youth. Plus, shared glory preserves unity.

These words ignited frenzied roars across the hall!

My Lord is wise!

The Demon Lord mastered control flawlessly, bending demons utterly. Benefits with light cost thrilled them. Awe swelled to fanaticism as they vied to prove loyalty.

Soon enough.

Clan youths assembled. After vetting, scores of demon prodigies advanced. Demon Lord's rallying speech ignited their blood like never before.

My Lord is wise! We pledge lives for justice, aiding Young Master Long Tian's triumph!

Our race shall rule cosmos, shatter eternity!

Post-vows, titans rent space. Demon heads watched with boiling veins, hope kindling in the Demon Lord's gaze!

Meanwhile.

Beyond Planet Yuan's orbit, bloodied Long Tian emerged.

Gone was his prior flair. His fine features twisted complexly, weariness etched deep.

But spotting Chen Kunpeng's smile.

Long Tian jolted in terror. Masks dropped instantly; no secret dared surface. He rushed ahead, bowing low.

Master!

Planet Yuan's demons... demon race lie annihilated. As you foretold, evil rooted out entirely!

Chen Kunpeng tucked away his book, nodding with a grin.

Mm, well done.

A few escaped, yet your zeal to purge evil reveals true Buddha heart, fated to my path.

Praise eased Long Tian; he bobbed head vigorously.

Yes, yes, yes...

Suddenly, Chen Kunpeng eyed his gore-smeared hands, tone shifting sharp.

Yet you botched the cleanness. Too gory, too savage. You grasp not Buddha's mercy. Your nature needs polish.

Long Tian flinched, fortunes teetering, and stammered defense!

Master, I...

Words halted as Chen Kunpeng extended his right palm.

Abruptly!

Palm phantasm ballooned manifold, blazing golden like Buddha's own. Auras from distant worlds snared in its clutch.

Chen Kunpeng clenched lightly; starry fingers crushed tight. Figures puffed to mist, forms and souls erased forever!

Fresh presences winked out traceless, as if unborn. That hand could seize galaxies whole.

Such power defied mortal ken!

Hiss...

Long Tian gaped, inhaling cold!

What origins hid this monk?

Casual flick wrought dustless doom. Demon-chilling ferocity. Human? Hardly!

In heartbeats.

Terror blanched Long Tian's face, sweat drenching spine. He flicked eyes covertly, brimming pure terror and worship.

Sensing it, Chen Kunpeng turned leisurely, palms joined, beaming benevolence.

Amitabha.

Benefactor, emulate this henceforth. Shun excess blood. Demon purge merits vast, but method matters.

Excellent, excellent.

Post-horror, his counsel cut deeper still.

Long Tian's jaws rattled; he nodded slavishly.

Yes, yes.

Through directives, no room for doubt; assent flowed.

Even Chen Kunpeng's plan to join Cloud Star return, risking his cover, drew no protest. Tiptoeing warily, Long Tian trailed tight, reality sunk in.

This monk terrified beyond measure; untouchable foe. Submission alone wise.

Demon prodigy title? Irrelevant.

Race conquest? Forget it.

Survival first!

Monkhood or kin-slaying? Hesitate not!

After dread peak.

Void rippled ahead. Long Tian glanced at hand stains, fear lingering. Emotions churned; self-soothe was all.

Accident only; no intent to butcher kin!

Deed hidden deep, strike lightning-fast. Lord Demon Venerable blind to it...

Nearby Bull Demons wiped out; none soon. Monk's escort to Cloud Star dodged others—smart ploy.

Self-killing brought aides smoothed future deceptions.

No other demon aces on Cloud Star, surely?

Thus pondered.

Long Tian sighed faintly, hastening into void with Chen Kunpeng.