Transmigrated into the villain? Watch my epic comeback in the ethereal fairy realm!

Chapter 167 The General Election Begins, Undercurrents Flow

As Dai Yao stepped into the Demon Palace election venue, the atmosphere instantly changed.

Just moments ago, I was chatting and laughing with Ziyou Xiaoling in a beautiful, serene place, but now I've been thrown into a chaotic battlefield.

The air was thick with a suffocating tension. The demonic cultivators around her had sharp eyes that scanned her from head to toe like a scanner, as if they wanted to devour her alive at any moment.

"Good heavens, that look is even scarier than when my mom caught me sneaking snacks!" Dai Yao thought to herself, but remained outwardly calm. After all, in enemy territory, hiding was the best policy.

The distribution of power within the Demon Palace couldn't be clearer, just like elementary school students lining up for a field trip, with clear divisions.

Over here is a group dressed in black robes, clearly representing the gloomy type; over there is a group dressed in flowing red, probably the passionate and unrestrained type; and there are a few dressed in strange costumes, which Dai Yao guesses are probably the maverick squad.

In short, none of them looked like easy targets.

Dai Yao took a deep breath and silently encouraged herself: "Stay calm, don't panic. I've seen a lot in my life. I've even experienced transmigrating into a book before. What's a few demonic cultivators to be afraid of?"

Just then, a woman dressed in a purple gown and with exquisite makeup walked over, swaying her slender waist. It was Xingmeng.

She was followed by a group of younger brothers and sisters, making it seem like a celebrity was out and about.

Xingmeng walked up to Dai Yao, looked her up and down, and a disdainful sneer curled her lips: "Oh, isn't this the recently popular Fairy Dai Yao? What, tired of the immortal sect, so you've come to the demon realm to experience life?"

Dai Yao rolled her eyes inwardly, but smiled sincerely on the surface: "Fairy Xingmeng is joking. I've long admired the Demon Realm and came here to learn from them."

Xingmeng covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice so sickening it made one's teeth ache: "Study? I think you're here to steal my job, aren't you? With your meager skills, you think you can make a name for yourself in the Demon Palace election? You're really overestimating yourself!" As she spoke, she deliberately raised her voice, and all eyes around her instantly focused on Dai Yao.

Dai Yao wasn't annoyed at all, still smiling sweetly: "Oh dear, fairy, what are you saying? Whether I come to steal your jobs or not isn't up to me; it depends on the preferences of you demon realm bigwigs~"

"Heh, then let's wait and see!" Xingmeng left these words behind and strode away with her younger siblings.

As Dai Yao watched her retreating figure, the smile on her lips gradually faded, and her eyes grew deep and unfathomable.

"The game is only just beginning..." she murmured, then suddenly turned sharply to look at a corner...

"come out!"

Dai Yao's gaze was sharp, fixed on a shadowy corner.

Although the place was completely empty, she felt a strange sensation, as if something was lurking there, waiting for its chance to strike.

"Come out!" Dai Yao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, like a thunderclap in the silent arena.

The surrounding demonic cultivators were stunned by this sudden scene and looked in the direction Dai Yao was looking, but they saw nothing.

Xingmeng sneered, "Oh, Fairy Dai, are you hallucinating from being too nervous? The Demon Palace election hasn't even started yet, and you're already scaring yourself?"

Dai Yao ignored Xingmeng's sarcasm, her gaze remaining fixed on that corner, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Stop pretending, I know you're there." Her tone was certain, as if she had already seen through the other person's pretense.

After a moment of silence, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was a man dressed in a black cloak and wearing a mask, exuding an aura of mystery.

He walked up to Dai Yao, removed his mask, and revealed an incomparably handsome face—the very same mysterious figure who had always silently protected her.

He smiled gently and said in a low voice, "Yao'er, are you alright?"

When Dai Yao saw him appear, the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"It's nothing, just a small scene. It can't possibly stump me." She said, winking playfully, then turned to look at Xingmeng with a hint of provocation in her eyes: "Some people just love to watch the show. Aren't they afraid of hurting their backs?"

Xingmeng was speechless after being choked by Dai Yao's words. She could only glare at her fiercely before turning away.

The mysterious figure looked at Dai Yao with eyes full of affection, gently took her hand, and whispered, "Be careful, I'm always by your side."

Dai Yao grasped his hand in return and gave him a reassuring look.

Just then, a loud voice rang out throughout the entire venue...

"The Demon Palace Election begins now!" As the loud voice fell, the Demon Palace's Grand Elder slowly walked onto the high platform. He glanced at the crowd below, his turbid gaze lingering on Dai Yao for a moment before announcing the election rules.

"This election will select the next Demon Palace Master through three rounds of tests. The first round will test cultivation; the second round will test wisdom; the third round will test..." The Grand Elder paused here, his gaze falling on Dai Yao again, "...and test loyalty to the Demon Palace."

Dai Yao sneered inwardly. Was this word "loyalty" designed specifically for her?

She transmigrated from the book and landed in the Demon Palace. In the eyes of some old fogies, she was naturally lacking in "loyalty".

Haha, trying to kick her out with this fabricated charge?

dream!

The other candidates reacted differently when they heard about these three rounds of tests.

Xingmeng covered her mouth and chuckled. She was confident in her high level of cultivation. The first two rounds were a piece of cake for her. As for the third round, with a little manipulation, Dai Yao, this "outsider," would be completely dead.

Yingyue had a gloomy face. Although his cultivation was not as good as Xingmeng's, he was cunning and scheming. These three rounds of trials were all opportunities for him.

After the elder announced the rules, the other candidates surrounded him, showering him with compliments and trying to elevate him to the heavens.

Lingfeng also wanted to go, but Dai Yao stopped him.

"What are you going there for? To get yourself killed?" Dai Yao looked at him with a half-smile. Ling Feng scratched his head and chuckled, "Sister Yao is right, these old guys are the most annoying. I'd better stick with Sister Yao!"

Dai Yao ignored Ling Feng's flattery and headed straight for the place where the people of the Demon Palace were gathered.

The other candidates all showed disdain upon seeing this.

Xingmeng scoffed, "What an idiot! Instead of currying favor with the Grand Elder, he runs off to fawn over those low-level demonic cultivators. What's the point?"

Dai Yao didn't care about their opinions. She knew that those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Although these people from the Demon Palace were not highly skilled, their support was the key to truly influencing the election.

She walked up to a purple-haired person who looked rather kind and gave him a friendly smile. "Hello, fellow Daoist."

Zi Xing stared blankly at the smiling woman in front of her, "You... hello."

Dai Yao smiled slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the mysterious figure standing not far away, giving her an encouraging look.

She took a deep breath, about to speak, when she suddenly heard a voice...

"Yao'er, be careful!"

"Yao'er, be careful!" The mysterious voice was deep and urgent, almost whispering in Dai Yao's ear.

Dai Yao felt a chill run down her spine and almost instinctively dodged to the side.

With a "whoosh," a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair flew past her cheek and embedded itself in the stone pillar behind her.

"Hiss—" The onlookers from the Demon Palace gasped and retreated, looking around in horror.

Dai Yao touched her cheek, and a trace of blood appeared on her fingertip.

so close!

If it weren't for the mysterious figure's timely warning, she would probably have already perished.

"Who is it?!" Ling Feng roared angrily, drawing his sword and cautiously scanning his surroundings, but found nothing.

Dai Yao narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, trying to find the person who had launched the sneak attack.

Her "golden finger" felt slightly warm, and a faint fluctuation of fortune flashed through the crowd.

Dai Yao's heart stirred, and she walked calmly toward the direction from which the fluctuations in fortune were coming. "Fellow Daoist, you don't look well. Are you alright?" she asked casually to a demonic cultivator with a pale face and shifty eyes.

The demonic cultivator feigned composure, "No...it's nothing, it's just a bit hot." As he spoke, he subconsciously took a step back, his eyes darting around, avoiding direct eye contact with Dai Yao.

Dai Yao sneered inwardly. With acting skills like that, he thought he could show off his limited skills in front of her?

She continued to approach discreetly, while secretly observing the surrounding movements.

At this moment, Zi Xing pointed tremblingly at the stone pillar behind Dai Yao, "Blood...blood!" Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that a line of blood-red words had appeared on the stone pillar at some point: "Traitor, die!"

Dai Yao's eyes darkened. It seemed that someone was deliberately framing her and trying to portray her as a "traitor to the Demon Palace".

She took a deep breath, about to explain, when the mysterious figure walked up to her, gently took her hand, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Dai Yao's heart suddenly raced. Was it really okay for this guy to publicly display affection in this kind of setting?

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Dai Yao is colluding with outsiders and plotting a rebellion!" Dai Yao looked up sharply and saw Ying Yue standing on the high platform, pointing at her with a sinister look on his face. Behind him stood the Demon Palace's Grand Elder with a gloomy expression.

“Yao’er…” The mysterious figure looked solemn and gripped Dai Yao’s hand tightly.