Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 678 - 37: Demon-slaying Sword 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

Chapter 678: Chapter 37: Demon-slaying Sword 【Seeking Monthly Tickets!】_1

"Greetings, everyone! It has been quite a while!"

Just as tension began to mount dramatically, and when a few of the young guest monks were about to fetch their elders, Chu Liang’s hearty laugh seized everyone’s attention.

When the team from Shu Mountain had originally entered, no one paid much attention to them. After all, the tension between the Heavenly King Sect and Thunder Fortress was at its peak.

Now, all eyes were on him, and surprised expressions started to emerge.

Most of the Immortal Sects present had personally witnessed Shu Mountain’s victory those years ago, so they naturally held a deep impression of Chu Liang and were aware of his past disappearance.

Who would have imagined they would see him at this year’s Heavenly Banquet?

Chu Liang’s appearance prompted a stir among the crowd. He stepped forward to pay his respects, before handing over the Token of the Circle of Immortal Friends to Feng Chaoyang.

"What is this?" Feng Chaoyang asked.

Having already met Chu Liang once before, he wasn’t greatly surprised, but he was somewhat curious about the magic artifact in his hand.

"It’s something you can use to berate people. In a bit, I’ll pull those two boys in, and you can berate them in there," Chu Liang said in a hushed voice.

He then walked over and handed the Token to Yang Yuhu and Wei Tiandi, respectively.

"Tired of airing your grievances in public and not satisfied with doing it in private? Try this. It allows everyone to know yet prevents disputes from escalating. It’s a great thing," Chu Liang said, laughing.

Seeing Chu Liang was indeed a surprise for the two. Yang Yuhu wanted to ask something but was left somewhat bemused by Chu Liang’s actions.

"You want to ask me something, don’t you? Let’s discuss it inside the circle. My experiences during these years are all recorded there," Chu Liang continued.

Through cajoling and convincing, Chu Liang managed to get everyone to input their Divine Senses into the Circle of Immortal Friends before retracting his hand.

The moment he saw Feng Chaoyang and Wei Tiandi confronting each other, Chu Liang’s mind was struck by a brilliant insight. When others saw such a scene, they were excited because they enjoyed a good show. But Chu Liang was thrilled because he saw an excellent opportunity to promote the Circle of Immortal Friends.

There are two things that people always love to watch. They get bored with one quickly, but they never tire of the other.

The one they never tire of is, of course, arguments.

If two known figures from the immortal cultivation world were to berate each other today and tomorrow, who wouldn’t want to see for themselves on the Circle of Immortal Friends?

Currently, the Circle of Immortal Friends can accommodate a few thousand people. Chu Liang initially felt that number was sufficient so as not to overburden Wen Yulong. Nevertheless, he realised he would need to push for an upgrade after his return; it must be able to accommodate at least tens of thousands!

Having greeted everyone, the Shu Mountain Sect took their seats.

After all, today’s event is hosted by Yunque Temple. It is enough to let all the Immortal Sects know that Chu Liang has returned. There’s no need to turn the event into a welcome party.

The day’s main event is a fundraising campaign for disaster relief.

Last time, Chu Liang suggested a charity auction to Pu Shan. Pu Shan returned to discuss this, and the upper echelons of Yunque Temple greatly appreciated the idea.

If it’s only about donations, most of the items from the immortal cultivators won’t be useful to ordinary disaster victims. If it’s about donating Spirit Stone Coins, different sects have varying surpluses, and many might not be willing to offer much, limiting effectiveness.

But if everyone donates items for a mutual auction, this idea is excellent.

Everyone could get the items they want, and ultimately, the Spirit Stone Coins could be converted into really useful goods like food, housing, and clothing.

As the teams from the Nine Heavens and the Ten Lands gradually gathered and the various Immortal Sects had found their seats, the Heavenly Banquet was yet to begin.

Someone unable to hold their eagerness asked, "Venerable monks, what are you waiting for?"

"There are still people to come," Master Shenjie responded.

Sure enough, not long after, laughter echoed, "Terribly sorry, I was delayed by an unforeseen matter. I apologize for the delay, esteemed Immortal Masters."

Arriving was a man dressed in a robes of azure, adorned in the style of a scholar. He exuded a gentlemanly air, appearing as a gently refined middle-aged man.

Chu Liang recognized him after some thought, having actually seen him previously from afar in Yu Capital City.

Prime Minister Su Qian!

...

"Why has the Lord Prime Minister personally come?"

As soon as Su Qian took his seat, a question came from an elder of the Immortal Sect.

"Ha ha, normally this kind of matter should be managed by the Regent Residence. However, due to the recent tumultuous affairs spread across our world, the Regent Leader and several heavenly officials are fatigued from managing them. On such an important occasion, we cannot afford any negligence, hence, I was dispatched here." Su Qian replied with a smile.

"Dear Sirs!"

Upon Su Qian’s arrival, the guests in the square seated themselves in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a multicolored bud sprouted from the ground, bloomed in the wind, and dramatically transformed into a large, dazzling lotus platform.

A smooth-skinned elderly monk with his eyebrows drooping appeared from it. He was meditating with his eyes closed but visibly opened them once the lotus platform fully bloomed.

Upon his gaze, every person present felt a warmth in their heart, as if two rays of Buddha’s light had illuminated the deepest part of their hearts, creating a compelling impulse to convert.

No less than two centuries of deep and melancholic wisdom must have accumulated in those eyes.

"My dears," the elderly monk addressed the crowd, his tranquil voice resonating throughout the vast square.

"I am Abbot Da Yu from Yunque Temple. For many years, I have been receding from mortal affairs, deeply engrossed in the worship of Buddha." He spoke at a leisurely pace.

Although he introduced himself, there was likely no one present who needed the introduction. At a time like this, only he would have the audacity to flaunt his entrance on a lotus platform so magnificently.

By age, he stood at a rank older than Master Wen Yuan. To many young people, his name was akin to an ancient legend. Indeed, he had not appeared for secular affairs for many years while the disciples of his generation were maturing and Yunque Temple lacked no talent.

He didn’t even show his face at every Sky Top Banquet.

This was enough to prove the importance Yunque Temple attached to this event.

"Despite our cultivation, we cannot only benefit ourselves. Having the skills to tame dragons and subdue tigers is useless without the knowledge to save the world and its people." He sighed: "This time, we are gathering under the Buddha’s light simply, hoping that you will all show great compassion and think of a way to save the world’s population."

"As for the form of the Sky Top Banquet, Warrior Chu’s suggestion from the Shu Mountain Sect is very good. We’ve therefore invited every Immortal Sect to contribute a treasure for the auction. The revenue from the Spirit Stone Coin will be converted into disaster relief items." He mentioned Chu Liang specifically before continuing: "For this, we at the Yunque Temple are willing to take the initiative."

With this, he waved his hand and Zen Master Shenjie appeared from behind, bearing a sword box.

Zen Master Shenjie, normally a prestigious First Hall leader, was reduced to a simple monk carrying a treasure in front of Abbot Da Yu. Of course, he was more than happy to do so.

"This object was found by the Master from within the Shenxu a few years ago. Although it is precious, it is not in line with our cultivation practices at Yunque Temple and is of no use being stored away. This time, we have decided to donate it. If there is interest, feel free to bid."

The auction’s arrangements were overseen by Zen Master Shenjie. He announced in a loud voice, "The starting price for this sword is five hundred thousand Vermilion Bird Coins!"

"Ah?!"

As soon as these words fell, the audience was instantly in an uproar, filled with shock and indignation.

The implication being: We respect your Yunque Temple as one of the Nine Heavens, and this disaster relief is indeed a good deed. That’s why we were invited. But if you’re doing good, you shouldn’t be treating people like fools!

What kind of sword are you selling, Monk? A starting price of five hundred thousand Vermilion Bird Coins? You might as well rob us.

The next moment, Zen Master Shenjie opened the sword box, revealing an ancient bronze sword with complex, antique inscriptions engraved on it.

Most people present didn’t recognize this sword. But those few who did immediately gasped in surprise. Anyone who recognized it would no longer think that five hundred thousand Vermilion Bird Coins were too much.

Because...

"If our temple is not mistaken, the name of this sword should be..." Zen Master Shenjie said, pausing after each word, "Demon-slaying Sword!"