Chapter 1250, The Secret of the Angels

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

Meanwhile, deep within a side palace of the Demon Court…

 

“Is this really a good idea?” A soft voice broke the silence. A graceful figure dressed in fluttering white robes, exuding fairy-like aura, looked up toward the crimson-haired youth seated high upon the throne.

 

She was White Fox from Green Hill.

 

She had once mistakenly consumed the Lucky Spirit Grass, a turning point that led her to follow the Nine Tails. In time, she assumed a Humanoid Form and came to be known as Bai Lian Er.

 

Now, she was one of the Ten Divine Beasts, and not just that, she held the highest position among them as the White Fox Queen.

 

“What’s wrong with it?” Bosun just softly chuckled in response. He didn’t seem to mind Bai Lian Er’s concern in the slightest.

 

Instead, with a subtle smirk tugging at his lips, he replied, “Master is Master, and I am me. Our ways were never the same. Instead of mimicking his every step, I’d rather do things my way, like now.”

 

Bai Lian Er fell silent at those words.

 

However, a moment later, as if recalling something, she voiced her concerns straightforwardly, “This kind of expansion… is it really good for the Demon Court?”

 

“It is.” Bosun’s voice was firm, and his expression grew resolute.

 

He then gazed intently at the

 

Gazing intently at the starcharp painted at the roof of the hall, he began to explain, “If I act too cautiously, the Myriad Races will start suspecting the true strength of the Demon Court. After enough testing, even the secret that Master is in deep seclusion may be exposed. Rather than letting that happen, I’ll take full command and keep on expanding. The more aggressively we expand, the stronger the Demon Court becomes. And more importantly, the more terrified the other races will be. So afraid, they won’t even dare to probe our true strength, fearing they’ll provoke our wrath.”

 

With each sentence, Bosun’s eyes gleamed brighter. This, he believed, was the best path forward.

 

Timidity would only invite scrutiny and suspicion of Myriad Race. But aggression? That would force respect and fear.

 

One was passive. The other, proactive.

 

And Bosun, for all his contemplation, knew exactly which one to choose.

 

However, this proactive approach came with caveats. One misstep, and it could plunge the Demon Court into utter ruin.

 

“If that day ever comes… then let the blame fall on me alone.” Bosun’s resolve only grew firmer. He was determined to carry this burden alone, for he was the current Supreme Lord of the Demon Court, even if only temporarily, he bore the mantle of the Demon Emperor.

 

Just then, however, neither Bosun nor Bai Lian Er noticed the few silhouettes that had silently appeared at the entrance to the hall.

 

*Clap, Clap, Clap…* Sudden applause broke the stillness, drawing their attention.

 

Turning toward the sound, the two saw two familiar figures slowly approaching.

 

One was Golden Monkey, the Demon Master of the Demon Court, a figure draped in golden armor, his radiant fur blazing like sunlight. His entire being radiated divine might.

 

The other was a cool and otherworldly figure, as ethereal as moonlight, her robes fluttering like mist.

 

This was none other than Sweet Osmanthus.

 

“Greetings, Lady Osmanthus. Greetings Lord Golden Monkey.”

 

In unison, Bai Lian Er and Bosun bowed respectfully toward the two.

 

These two were older-generation powerhouses of the Demon Court, deserving of reverence.

 

Not only for their status… but for their sheer power.

 

They were the pillars of the Demon Court.

 

Smiling as he looked at Bosun, Golden Monkey couldn’t help but nod with admiration.

 

“You’ve grown into quite the character, haven’t you…” A rare note of praise escaped his lips, his eyes flickering with awe and admiration.

 

[Compared to the cautious and restrained nature of Master, his Second Disciple… possesses the aura of a true predator. Under his leadership, the entire Demon Court was thriving and flourishing. However, that isn’t the most important part. What truly mattered was that Bosun had flawlessly concealed the fact that their Master was in closed-death seclusion.]

 

[To the outside world, the Demon Court appeared to be aggressively expanding, with ambitions to devour the Myriad Races. And with that kind of posture, who would ever suspect that the true powerhouses of the Demon Court were all in seclusion? So, rather than saying Bosun wanted to expand, it was more accurate to say that he had to. Only through such outward aggression could he deter the prying eyes of opportunists.]

 

[Mask truth with illusion, cloak illusion with truth. In the dance between the real and the false, the Demon Court’s greatest secret remained hidden. And such a maneuver… could only be pulled off by someone like Bosun.]

 

Golden Monkey was genuinely satisfied with Bosun’s performance over the past few years.

 

Others only saw Bosun’s ambition, but Golden Monkey, he saw Bosun’s unwavering resolve to protect the Demon Court and their Master.

 

Even if it meant putting everything at risk, even if it could lead to the Demon Court’s complete ruin, Bosun had chosen to shoulder it all.

 

Knowing he could not dwell on such emotions, Golden Monkey quickly regained his composure. He then focused on the task they had come for: to lay bare the truth.

 

The reason he and Osmanthus had come here today was precisely for Bosun and for the future of the Demon Court.

 

While expansion was necessary, it had to be measured.

 

And more importantly, some truths needed to be clarified. For instance, that the Angel Clan was already a part of the Demon Court. Otherwise, Bosun’s aggressive expansion could end up harming allies he did not even know he had.

 

“So you’re saying… the Angel Clan is part of the Demon Court? And even they don’t know it?” Bai Lian Er’s exclamation was full of shock.

 

“Of course,” Golden Monkey chuckled. “Our Master is none other than the Fifth Angel King of the Angel Clan. Only someone like him could manipulate the entire Angel Clan without them even noticing.”

 

As he listened, Bosun’s eyelids twitched involuntarily.

 

[Is this a joke? Master… is the Fifth Angel King of the Angel Clan? Does that mean Master also wields their Imperial Artifact, the Sixteen Holy Wings?]

 

“Uhh…” Bosun fell into a long silence, his expression growing increasingly odd.

 

He had always thought he understood his Master. But now, he came to realize that his Master had concealed far more than he ever imagined. His secrets were as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

 

Bosun even felt a chill creep over him. A top-tier Force, one of the famed Ten Superior Races, had unknowingly fallen completely under his Master’s control. Even their Imperial Artifact was now in his Master’s hands.

 

It was an extremely shocking news. If this were made public, even the Angels themselves probably would not believe it.

 

But now, hearing it directly from Golden Monkey’s mouth, Bosun had no choice but to believe it.

 

Furthermore, as he dwelled into his memories, Bosun realised that the Angel Clan had been subtly supporting the Demon Court all along.

 

Even the formation of the Heavenfall Alliance was made possible with the Angel Clan’s heavy backing.

 

And yet… the Angels themselves had failed to realize this.