Within the territory, there was a room designated for projection crystals. This room was used to conduct various meetings.
The Sect Leader’s territory had such a room, and the same was true for the territories of the other four Heavenly Kings.
They were accustomed to calling this place the “Meeting Room.”
Back when he served as the Sect Leader’s Guardian, Gu Ming had been fortunate enough to enter the Meeting Room and see its layout.
The space inside was not particularly large, containing a round table and five chairs.
Each chair was inscribed with a character: Master, One, Two, Three, and Four.
These characters represented the seats of different individuals: the Sect Leader, the First Heavenly King, the Second Heavenly King, the Third Heavenly King, and the Fourth Heavenly King.
A pure white crystal hung on the wall behind each chair.
These were the projection crystals.
As soon as someone entered the room, the crystal on the wall behind their chair would turn blue, signaling that the image of the person entering had been synchronized to the other Meeting Rooms.
By now, the number of chairs in the Meeting Room had likely increased from five to six.
After all, the Demon Cult had added Gu Ming as the Fifth Heavenly King.
1 hour later, Gu Ming appeared before the Meeting Room in his territory.
Looking at the simple yet solemn door before him, Gu Ming’s expression was quite complex.
This was not his first time entering a Meeting Room, but it was his first time entering one to participate in the Demon Cult’s highest-level meeting.
When he was the Sect Leader’s Guardian, he could only wait outside the room. Only after the Sect Leader finished the meeting would he enter to perform a routine inspection to see if anything had been left behind.
Times had changed, and things were different now.
The lowly Guardian who once stood by the Sect Leader’s side now actually had the right to attend the Heavenly King Meeting as the Fifth Heavenly King of the Demon Cult.
Gu Ming felt a wave of emotion.
Then, he wiped the expression from his face and pushed open the door with a grave look.
This meeting was destined to be anything but ordinary.
Although he had already expected it, Gu Ming was still intimidated by the deathly silence within the room.
Around the round table, five dark shadows had already been projected onto the five previously empty chairs.
Seated at the head was an elderly figure.
The man had white hair, a wrinkled face, and squinted eyes that made him look as if he were smiling. He had the appearance of a kind and amiable old grandfather, looking every bit like a good person.
He wore a white Taoist robe, giving him a somewhat transcendent, immortal-like aura.
However, one must not be deceived by his appearance. He was the purest of Demonic Cultivators. His mind was meticulous, and his methods were more ruthless than anyone else’s. Even the Second Heavenly King, who was always plotting and scheming, had to yield to him.
He was the top individual in the Demon Cult, the Demon Cult Leader.
At this moment, his fingers were interlaced, and his head was slightly lowered. Although his expression could not be seen clearly, the oppressive pressure he radiated was enough to make one shudder.
To the right of the Sect Leader sat the First Heavenly King.
He was massive, like a small mountain, and incredibly sturdy. His facial features looked as if they had been carved with a sculptor’s chisel, so perfectly regular that he hardly looked human.
Seated in the first position to the left of the Sect Leader was the Second Heavenly King.
Unlike the First Heavenly King, the Second Heavenly King’s proportions were quite normal. His face possessed a gloomy sort of handsomeness, and a faint, indistinct smile always hung at the corners of his mouth.
He was a pure villain through and through, someone who specialized in conspiracies and was full of malice.
Previously, when the Sect Leader had been poisoned and nearly died, the Second Heavenly King had brazenly tried to take over the position.
If Gu Ming hadn’t acted in time to save the Sect Leader, the Demon Cult would have completely fallen into his hands.
Gu Ming could not imagine what the Demon Cult would have become if it were under his control.
However, he knew one thing for certain: he would have definitely been purged.
This was because the man had always disliked him.
Seated in the second position to the right of the Sect Leader was the Third Heavenly King.
Gu Ming did not have many interactions with her and had only met her a few times.
The Third Heavenly King was a seductive and charming mature woman.
Her eyes were curved, appearing as if they were always smiling or filled with deep affection, like an enchanting succubus. If one stared into them for too long, they would fall under the illusion—
‘She seems to be interested in me.’
She wore exaggerated light red eyeshadow, and her lips were painted with heavy red lipstick. However, it did not look out of place at all; instead, it created a very voluptuous and passionate feeling.
Her figure was explosive, with prominent curves. Whenever she walked, her heavy chest would tremble slightly, always attracting the malicious gazes of many men.
However, she didn’t mind. In fact, she took pride in it.
Consequently, her style of dress was bold and revealing.
Her upper body was covered by a latex bodysuit that was primarily red with black accents. Her lower body consisted of thin, ultra-short shorts that barely reached her hips, paired with black fishnet stockings and a pair of black high-heeled boots.
Furthermore, she enjoyed using a leather whip.
Because of this, a group of people with special fetishes always fantasized about being whipped by her. Sometimes, they would even rush out and kneel to beg her for a few strikes—just two would be enough.
Whenever that happened, the woman would simply curl her lips and step on their heads with her boot, saying, “Fine, then let’s see how you perform.”
Instead of getting angry, those people would cry happy tears of pain and say they would go through fire and water for her without hesitation.
Gu Ming had once been fortunate enough to witness such a scene, and he was dumbfounded at the time.
He could not understand the thoughts of those people and even once suspected that the Third Heavenly King had cast some sort of charm spell on them.
Seated in the second position to the left of the Sect Leader was the Fourth Heavenly King.
The Fourth Heavenly King was short, looking like an 11- or 12-year-old little girl. She liked wearing hooded jumpsuits and kept the brim of the hood pulled low to hide her youthful face.
Gu Ming didn’t have much interaction with her either, as she didn’t like to talk much.
The moment Gu Ming pushed open the door, he immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. They all turned their gazes toward him.
However, none of them spoke; they simply watched him in silence.
Suppressing the unease in his heart, Gu Ming strode forward and sat in the chair marked with the character “Five.”
As soon as he sat down, the Second Heavenly King began to clap.
Clap — clap — clap —
His clapping was rhythmic but eerie because no one else in the room followed suit. Not even the Sect Leader showed any reaction.
“Fifth Heavenly King, what are your intentions, letting the Divine Maiden escape?”
Thump.
Gu Ming’s heart skipped a beat. For a split second, he admitted he was panicked.
However, he quickly realized something was wrong.
He knew the Second Heavenly King was bluffing!
Moreover, this behavior was being carried out with the Sect Leader’s silent permission!
From the moment he entered the room, they had already begun applying pressure on him.
Otherwise, the atmosphere in the room would not be so strange.
They suspected him.
Without a doubt, this was the work of the Second Heavenly King.
Therefore, he could not panic. He absolutely could not let them see any flaws.
He frowned, and his voice grew significantly colder.
“What do you mean by that?”