Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 902 - 10 Name Your Price [Monthly Ticket Request!]

Chapter 902: Chapter 10 Name Your Price [Monthly Ticket Request!]

In the upper levels of the Sky-north Prison, there are two areas. One belongs to the Prison King, and the other to Warden Zuo.

Warden Zuo Ci of the Regent Residence spends most of his years cultivating in quietude within his chamber, rarely venturing out. It can’t be helped, even though the Prison King can occasionally leave the Sky-north Prison to roam about, he cannot. Even if he wishes to step out, he could only do so during his spare time by leaving a clone behind.

His true body is responsible for connecting the Daoist Rite with the Sky-north Prison and cannot leave no matter what.

As time passed, Zuo Ci had accepted this fate. From the day he took charge of the unyielding Dao, he should have foreseen this.

He wore a dirty Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged in his chamber, with his long hair unkempt and falling about, and his face was also unclean—anyone who had been imprisoned for over a hundred years wouldn’t care much about their appearance.

Zuo Ci maintained this sitting position for hundreds of days, and everything seemed normal.

But at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"To pull me in without a word of greeting, I nearly slept through," Zuo Ci spoke into the empty space ahead, not knowing to whom he was talking. "Your Excellency must be the famously fearsome Nightmare Demon King of old? Your Dream Technique, to invade my Spiritual Platform so silently, is truly terrifying."

After a pause, a sinister laugh emerged from the empty space, "Hehehehe..."

As the laughter sounded, a chaotic light suddenly lit up outside the chamber; looking closely, it seemed to be a vast pupil surrounded by a dark, starry iris.

Outside the window was a gigantic eye!

"You react quickly, I originally wanted you to stay here peacefully, but unfortunately, you noticed," growled the Nightmare Demon King in a hoarse and dreadful voice.

Although Zuo Ci’s figure did not move, he had already tried to mobilize his own Daoist Rite, with bursts of golden light continuously shining inside the chamber, and meanwhile, thunder-like sounds and brightness also began to appear outside.

The thunderous clash of Daoist Rite.

The terrifying aspect of the Nightmare Demon King lay in the fact that it itself substantiated from the Nightmare Dao, perfectly aligned with this path, able to invade a person’s Spiritual Platform invisibly and pull them into its Void Realm. It could then manipulate you in the nightmare and use your own Dao to attack yourself.

Like now, it had pulled Zuo Ci into its nightmare, and it also controlled Zuo Ci’s unyielding Dao. If it were not for Warden Zuo’s early awareness, the whole Sky-north Prison might have been controlled in a blink.

Even now, Zuo Ci could not immediately take back control of the entire Sky-north Prison.

The Nightmare Demon King was like an overpowering virus, invading defenses between reality and void unhindered. Just like that day at the Immortal Sect convention when it invaded the Mirror Sky Eight Diagrams, it was unstoppable.

Zuo Ci raised his left palm, and on his palm, strands of Spiritual Power condensed into diamond crystals which instantly transformed into a Spiritual Power Spear, and he hurled it forward.

Swoosh—

The spear, carrying a bright arc, harshly struck the eye of the Nightmare Demon King, and immediately, a burst of explosion roared, Boom!

Yet within the explosion, the real Nightmare Demon King had already vanished without a trace.

The Demonic Clan never intended to attack the existence of Warden Zuo, for they knew how difficult it is to harm a master of the unyielding path. Even if several Demon Kings joined forces, they would likely need to fight for a while.

Yet a pervasive being like the Nightmare Demon King could counter his methods.

"Hehehe..." the strange laughter of the Nightmare Demon King echoed from afar, "We hadn’t planned to act so soon, my dreamscape could have been more perfect. But today, another Great Demon attacked the Sky-north Prison, conveniently restraining the Prison King and giving us a perfect opportunity, so I made my move ahead of time. Under these circumstances, I believe no one can spare the time to rescue you. Let’s see how long it takes you to escape this imperfect dreamscape, hehehehe..."

Zuo Ci’s expression turned grim as he suddenly stood up.

He knew everything he was seeing now was false, and unable to sense the outside situation, so all he could do was to shut every portal of the Sky-north Prison, allowing no alterations.

Before breaking through this nightmare, he must hold tight to the Daoist Rite!

...

However, now with the gates of Sky-north Prison tightly closed, not only the external Demon Kings were trapped, but also the prison guards inside.

As the Supreme Evil Demon King, hidden among the queer fishes, emerged, Chu Liang immediately directed all the armored soldiers to flee. But, with the Sky-north Prison being as secure as a sealed drum, where could they escape to?

Hiss—

Before they could get far, a white silken thread pierced through the cell wall and tangled around the ankle of a lagging soldier. Shortly in the blink of an eye, the soldier lost any ability to move, entirely wrapped in white silk, turning into a huge white cocoon.

Following that, a series of thumping sounds emanated from inside the cell, and after several noises, there came a loud bang.

Boom—

A huge fist imprint jutted out.

The middle-aged man, who had appeared small and frail, now spread two gray-white wings on his back, his right arm had grown several times thicker, and veins on it bulged like dragons, with a fist covered in a viscous purple fluid, almost smashing open the prison barriers!

Behind him, the cell was now covered in white filaments and purple fluid, and the huge strange fish that was there had disappeared, leaving only a fierce skeleton dripping with some fluid.

Chu Liang’s Divine Sense caught this scene, and couldn’t help but feel a wave of palpitations.

This reminded him of the legend of the seventh Demon King.

Master Wen Yuan had once led an attack on the Far West Land to save him. At that time, in the Far West Land, only six Demon Kings were present to meet the battle, including the Great Lake Demon King who was "forced into battle." The only one missing was the Greenforest Demon King, who was a Moth Transformation.

This Demon King Yi appeared rarely, yet he occupied the most fertile land in the Far West Land, naturally due to his immense strength. To know, even the Black Gold Crow could only take the Wildness as its territory.

It was said that he could draw power from the bodies of living beings and needed to feed upon awakening, followed by a prolonged sleep to digest the food. Once digestion was complete, he would become stronger. Over a thousand years ago during the chaotic years of war, he took advantage of the turmoil in the Nine States to consume the life of an entire nation in the Western Regions.

It seemed that the Demonic Clan really planned to go all-in, even bringing out this perpetually slumbering terror and sending it to lead the charge.

Currently, the Demonic Clan had sent a Demon King into the prison and somehow managed to close off the Sky-north Prison. This meant, without external intervention, Demon King Yi was absolutely invincible inside the prison.

Meanwhile, the Demonic Clan outside didn’t need to break through the Sky-north Prison. On the contrary, what they needed to do was to defend the Sky-north Prison, preventing the forces of the Righteous Path from breaking in!

The offensive and defensive situation had reversed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Demon King Yi continued to hammer at the prison barriers, although the place had fused with the mighty path, it did not imply it could stop the consecutive attacks of a great demon of the Eighth Realm without the Daoist Master’s control.

The release of the Demon King was only a matter of time.

Chu Liang and a crowd of prison guards retreated far away, the crowd in utter chaos. Now, it seemed like Demon King Yi was trapped, but in reality, it was them.

Although Chu Liang was aware that this was a tactic to lure the enemy, the plan wasn’t for the Demonic Clan to so easily obtain Tuntun, as that wouldn’t draw out the Demon God Origin, making all this meaningless.

"We need to stop him," Chu Liang murmured to himself.

"Who wouldn’t want to stop him, but who can do it?" Du Wuhen said with a mournful face, regretting inwardly, "At a time like this, I should not have bought that house!"

If he hadn’t decided to buy a house, would he have encountered so many misfortunes?

"With the Prison King out battling and no word from Warden Zuo, there’s really no one in the Sky-north Prison right now who can stop him!" The crowd of warriors were also in utter despair.

Facing this terrifying Demon King of the Eighth Realm, they had no hope for survival at all.

"No," Chu Liang suddenly shook his head and said, "Someone can stop him."

"Don’t tell me it’s you?" Du Wuhen’s eyes kindled with hope.

Though Chu Liang’s cultivation seemed worlds apart from Demon King Yi, after witnessing so many of Chu Liang’s miraculous deeds, if Chu Liang claimed he could single-handedly confront the Demon King of the Eighth Realm, Du Wuhen would absolutely believe him.

This was absolute faith in that name.

"What are you thinking?" Chu Liang mercilessly shattered his illusion, then said to a warrior beside him, "Take me to Immortal Yuan Lu’s cell!"

If there was any force in Sky-north Prison that could match the power of the Eighth Realm, it was undoubtedly Immortal Yuan Lu from the Western Sea’s Demon Sect, who had once been imprisoned here!

"Immortal Yuan Lu?" The warriors, while leading Chu Liang, voiced their disbelief, "Isn’t it too dangerous to let him out?"

"Is our situation not dangerous enough?" Chu Liang retorted.

"But..." someone else asked, "He’s been locked up for so long, how could he possibly help us?"

As they spoke, the group had already arrived outside the targeted cell.

"Immortal Yuan Lu, I need your help now!" Chu Liang said softly to the inside, "Name your price."