Heilong-kou (Black Dragon-Mouth/Pass)
Heilong-cheng (Black Dragon-City)
Heilong-yuan(Black Dragon Wall)
Heilong Bay (Black Dragon Bay)
Heilong Ridge (Black Dragon Ridge)
Censorate (Supervisory Court)
Yuling City (Jade City)
Jingui Town (Golden Turtle Town)
Xuanwu City (Black tortoise City)
Qinglong (Azure Dragron)
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Lou Zhao was baffled. "That screw hole is way too big. Why are they using such oversized parts?"
Yin Jixue explained, "Of course, it's to keep the plane balanced in the air."
Lou Zhao was skeptical. "Then why not just modify the aircraft design? Are they sure that thing can fly?"
"I already showed you movies, didn't I? Planes can fly—even without magic crystals. It's just that they haven't figured out the method yet. But I've already bought all the blueprints. Maybe it's time for Uncle to step in."
After chatting for a while, their conversation returned to the topic of the shadow guards.
"They now carry my demonic aura. So even if they come to the demon realm on foot again, no beast will dare attack them."
Ever since learning that the guards had planned to walk to Black Dragon City, Lou Zhao found their optimism laughable.
The demon realm was huge—the Black Dragon Tribe's territory alone rivaled the surface area of Earth, with vast stretches of forest.
The bus ride to Black Dragon Wall took two days and one night only because the driver didn't stop to rest and floored the accelerator the whole way. The Black Dragon Tribe's vehicles ran on magic crystals—traveling tens of thousands of miles a day wasn't a problem.
Yin Jixue picked up on his teasing. "Humans have never been to the demon realm, so of course they don't know how vast it is. Didn't I also take more than a month to get here when I got married?"
"By the way," she added, "I heard from Long Da that there are other humans doing business with the Xuanwu Tribe. Why are they allowed to trade with them?"
Lou Zhao didn't think much of it. "That bunch of old turtles don't like conflict. They don't even want to move their own homes, let alone cause trouble. The Golden Turtle sub-clan loves making money—they won't turn away any business."
Yin Jixue admitted with a bit of shame:
"Honestly, I thought the Xuanwu Tribe would be our main competition."
Lou Zhao was surprised. "Why would you think that? The most hardworking ones in the Xuanwu Tribe are the Golden Turtles. Look at them coming to our city for business—they're just trying to make enough money to retire and laze around."
Yin Jixue's face said it all: "Wait, the demon realm has slackers now?"
Come to think of it, the demons were a laid-back bunch. Most just wanted to eat well, dress decently, and live comfortably if they could afford it.
For example, buying a house in Black Dragon City was all the rage now—it was the new symbol of "living the good life."
Those who couldn't afford that just hoped to have enough to eat.
Still, many demons couldn't even guarantee food security for two months out of the year, mainly due to poor agricultural yields from the Winged Tiger Tribe.
The Winged Tigers practiced primitive farming—they didn't even have proper tools, digging with their claws in beast form.
They didn't know anything about compost or increasing crop yields, so the harvest fluctuated wildly year by year. After saving enough for themselves, the rest was sold off.
Sure, the strong ones could go hunting for extra food, but ordinary demons had no choice but to gnaw on dirt.
At that very moment, the Xuanwu Demon Lord was standing at the gates of Black Dragon Mouth Amusement Park.
The park was divided into many themed zones and covered a whopping five square kilometers—you couldn't even see the end of it.
The roller coaster track alone was five thousand meters long, rising from the ground to the sky and back again—not even counting the disconnected second half of the ride.
No doubt about it—this was a demon-style amusement park: bold, over-the-top, and insane.
Yin Jixue had provided inspiration based on human amusement parks, but since the demon realm had so much land, naturally the rides had to be bigger and more thrilling.
With five square kilometers to work with, how could they settle for just a few hundred meters of roller coaster?
The designers planned for the roller coaster to start with 5,000 meters of track, a suspended gap in the middle, and another 5,000 meters on the other end. As long as it didn't kill you, it was guaranteed to be the ride of your life.
And this wasn't just any roller coaster—it was the Black Dragon Coaster, meant to showcase the might of their Demon King's true form. A ten-thousand-meter-long dragon? That was just a juvenile.
The old Turtle Elder was already shaking at the knees just standing at the entrance.
All because he said one extra sentence—and now the Demon Lord was making him ride this thing?!
They'd gone to exchange currency after entering the city. The elder had casually complained that the Black Dragon Tribe had copied their idea of using currency, and the Demon Lord slapped him with a gag order on the spot.
Now, standing outside the amusement park, the Turtle Elder trembled uncontrollably.
The smiling young ticket vendor greeted them cheerfully:
"Would you like two tickets? We're currently in soft launch mode, so everything is half-price!"
The Demon Lord tossed him a black dragon coin. The youth gave back change and handed over two paper tickets.
The tickets were made of thick cardstock—different from the type of paper the Xuanwu Tribe had used before.
The Demon Lord tilted his chin and said, "Since you're so scared, let's start with the Black Dragon Coaster."
The Turtle Elder's worst nightmare had come true.
As they got closer, the Demon Lord remained stoic, while the elder cursed him silently.
That damned Black Dragon King—he had the roller coaster shaped like his own true form.
And there was even a massive black dragon statue outside the park's gates. The elder nearly thought it was real.
Once onboard, the Turtle Elder grabbed the safety bar with a defiant glare and didn't even buckle the seatbelt.
He wasn't strapped in. What could they do about it?
The roller coaster began to move, and the elder quickly regretted his decision.
This height… it was like being dropped from the sky.
He couldn't utter a word. He gritted his teeth and clutched the bar for dear life, terrified that letting go would mean plunging to his doom.
Sure, it wouldn't kill him—but it would hurt.
If he made it out alive, he swore he would never badmouth the Black Dragon King again.
Over the past few days, the shadow guards had become familiar faces among the shopfronts near the palace gates.
The locals all knew they were humans—Her Majesty the Queen's guards, no less.
Two female demons had even shown some interest, but Long Er couldn't handle it.
Long Si teased him. "What's the matter? A female demon likes you, and you're scared?"
Long Er rolled his eyes. "You want that kind of 'blessing'? Be my guest."
The female demon was taller than him—who'd be the 'man of the house' in that relationship?
Standing next to her, he looked like her kid. No matter how good-looking she was, he had zero interest.
Nearby, the female demons whispered to each other:
"Are these humans... not up to the task?"
"Do they not like female demons?"
"No way. You think they like men instead?"
Each sentence was followed by a suspicious glance at Long Er or Long Da.
Long Er shivered—why were they looking at him like that?
He instantly lost his appetite and grew uneasy.
"We should head back to the palace!"
Long Si smacked him on the back. "You forgot we're here to pick up the kids?"
Oh, right—they were here to escort the palace kids after school.
That thought alone made them feel ashamed.
One of the children wasn't even waist-high, and yet the two of them could easily lift a car with one hand.
The four shadow guards together could barely get the vehicle off the ground.
Demon children were terrifying. No matter how pretty a female demon might be, dating one was out of the question—what if she slapped you during an argument and accidentally killed you?
Finally, school let out. Long Er rushed to the gates like something was chasing him.
He tried to hug Lian Ze, thinking he'd show some elderly affection—but embarrassingly discovered he couldn't lift the kid.
Long Er asked, "Kid, how much do you weigh?"
Lian Ze tilted his head and answered innocently, "Teacher said I'll hit four hundred jin this year!"
Four hundred jin?!
This deceptively cute little monster weighed four hundred jin?!
Long San and Long Si didn't believe it either and tried to lift him—only to find Lian Ze standing perfectly still, utterly immovable.
He looked just like a normal human child, but clearly… this was the demon realm.