The Black Market Chapter 112 - Demon Saint Awakens

"Time and s.p.a.ce elements... Are both elements really that powerful?" Cale spoke telepathically.

"Of course they are! Not even most of the peerless geniuses who had four elements can have any of the two elements. It looks like Earth is not the end for you Cale..."

Asteria's voice contained a hint of yearning, but it was not for herself. It was a yearning for Cale to one day ascend the greater worlds.

"That is if we can kill those demi-humans and there are still those demons that you mentioned. As for the going outside Earth, it's a dream that is far from reality." 

The vortex of elemental energies around Cale lessened after some time and he had also reached the initial stage of the Saint-Cla.s.s level.

Origin essence and elemental essence were both present on Earth despite it being a mortal planet. Both of the essences were even abundant here on Earth. But Cale's breakthrough still created a disturbance which was felt by someone who had reached the Saint-Cla.s.s level. 

Cale's subordinates, the students and the professors only felt the thick origin essence surrounding Cale, but they did not feel the elemental essence on him. Only Saint-Cla.s.s level cultivators could sense the energies of the elements. 

Somewhere in Eastern China, a tall silhouette wearing a long robe that covered his entire body stood up and peered in a certain direction. His blood-red pupils flashed a trace of surprise and killing intent. His aura danced wildly as raging flames engulfed his entire body, but he was unaffected about it. It was the fire element he controlled after breaking through to the Saint-Cla.s.s level.

"A human achieving Sainthood?! Impossible!"

The individual removed the hood of his robe and a savage face with blue skin can be seen. His red pupils were radiating intense killing intent.

"The Demon Saint should have felt this vortex of elements as well. What kind of element did that human manage to control? It does not matter. We should begin our attacks earlier than planned." 

He shook his head before giving a series of commands to his subordinates. Several robed individuals moved in an orderly fas.h.i.+on after receiving his orders.

He then disappeared from his location, leaving the group of robed figures standing in bewilderment.

Eastern China, Marchand Family's new base. 

"Patriarch Clement! The ancestor has awakened!"

The old man, Clement Marchand stood up from his seat with a huge grin on his face. The others from the Marchand Family were also excited about the news. They can finally exact their revenge on that hateful Earth Alliance Academy and those demi-humans would no longer dare make them the cannon fodder again. But they did not dare blame the demi-humans, because there was a figure among them who was as strong as their ancestor.

The one that they call ancestor was a demon who had achieved Sainthood. They were not really related to this demon by blood, in fact, it was this demon who had killed their true ancestor many decades ago.

The Saint-Cla.s.s level demon would have also killed everyone from the Marchand Family, but he decided to spare them and use them to cover his ident.i.ty while he recuperates his injuries.

He came from the Shura Planet where killing was a normal thing. On that planet, only the strong had the right to govern. While the weak can only become subordinates or food for the higher beings.

During his primes, he was a notorious demon who killed anyone who had provoked him, but one day, he had killed someone from a Royal Demon Family. 

To build a demon kingdom there must be at least several Immortal-Cla.s.s level cultivators leading them, and a few dozen Saint-Cla.s.s level fighters defending the kingdom. So he was a bit scared after learning that he had killed someone from a royal demon family

After he had killed someone from that Royal Family, he had faced countless a.s.sa.s.sination attempts. He barely escaped them and used an artifact to arrive on Earth.

He was severely injured on his arrival on Earth, so he badly needed to consume blood to recover his lost energy. The first person he saw was the real ancestor of the Marchand Family. He who badly needed someone's vital blood killed the Marchand Family's ancestor and devoured his body. He then decided to spare the rest of the humans within the vicinity and used them to cover his ident.i.ty in this unknown world.

The Marchand Family who had seen how their ancestor was killed and also the display of power of the demon decided to stay quiet and served him. After many years of serving the demon, they decided to call him as ancestor...

Suddenly, a robed silhouette appeared on the Marchand Family's base. He walked inside while ignoring the surprised looks of everyone. The Marchand Family knew that he was a demi-human based on his height and clothing, so they decided to move out of his way. 

The Saint Commander took off his hood and displayed his savage facial features to everyone. The Marchand Family members stepped back after seeing his appearance. His overwhelming aura was also in full display as if he was facing an enemy who was strong enough to threaten him.

"Demon Saint Muchen, I, Faramis, the Saint Commander of the Avran race, under the command of Viscount Geisler, have come to visit you." His loud voice was hoa.r.s.e and grating which made everyone from the Marchand Family cover their ears.

"So Geisler has come to visit me, but are you guys, my enemy or my friend?" A voice full of evilness answered in response. A tall and broad man walked towards the Saint Commander. His face was pale white with handsome facial features. Two short horns can be seen at the sides of his head just right above his ears. His sharp rows of teeth can be seen sticking out as he smirked at the Avran Saint Commander. The Marchand Family members glanced at the demon with respect and fear after they saw him.

"Demon Saint Muchen, our meeting in this world was purely coincidental. Viscount Geisler had long since planned on making Earth a breeding place for his lesser demons. He plans to build a huge army to help Duke Vaal oust the royal family and claim the throne from them." 

Muchen's eyes flashed a trace of surprise after hearing Faramis' words, but he waited for the latter to continue speaking.

"I know that you are an enemy of the Royal Family, so if you don't mind joining our cause, I will vouch for you."

Muchen almost wavered at the proposition, but he did not show it outwardly. He still had to maintain his image as a demon.