Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 914 - 22: Deep-Fried Chu Liang [Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

Chapter 914: Chapter 22: Deep-Fried Chu Liang [Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

A gust of wind swept across the battlefield.

The fallen Sky-north Prison, the shattered valley, and the panicked Yu Capital City all fell into a prolonged silence.

The Demon God, accompanied by a host of Demon Kings, left, and Daoist Cang Sheng followed as well; no one dared to stop them. A Demon God without a vessel was powerful enough, let alone now that it had the body of a Heaven Devouring Beast.

Although it looked a bit strange, a strange Heaven Devouring Beast was still a Heaven Devouring Beast.

Pessimistic people had already recalled the previous calamity caused by the Demon God, except now there was no Demon Suppression Tower in the Mortal Realm. Currently, it seemed that it would be very difficult for other divine artifacts to restrain the Demon God aside from the Demon Suppression Tower.

Chu Liang, however, was somewhat optimistic about this.

Because he could feel that Tuntun was the Demon God, and the Demon God was Tuntun; he believed she would not cause another calamity of the Demon God.

How could someone who loves eating fried food want to destroy the world?

Probably, there were too many Human Cultivators present, and the chaotic aura made her feel panicked, prompting her desire to leave. Compared to that, the aura of the Demonic Clan would be more comforting to her.

With so many people present, Chu Liang did not immediately report all the information he had. He planned to go back and consult with Master Wen Yuan and Baize before deciding what to do. The situation was still unclear, and there were accusations of colluding with the Demonic Clan against him; it was better not to speak of potentially controversial matters in public yet.

Of course, in the eyes of most people, the revival of the Demon God was deemed a success.

Still, the discerning ones would wonder why, if reviving the Demon God were so simple, the initial attempt was made to kill the Heaven Devouring Beast instead of just possessing it directly?

Although this didn’t prevent him from falling into the trap of the Universe Ring, there must have been a reason.

Regardless, a great battle had temporarily come to an end.

Recently, the Immortal Cultivation World had undergone the Shu Mountain, Penglai Great Battle, and the Sky-north Prison Demon God Battle, each more grand than the last; now there had even been top-tier Eighth Realm falls like Venerable Wanfa and Demon King Yi.

Even the high ranks of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were somewhat at a loss over this.

It was then that the Regent Leader raised his voice, announcing, "Everyone from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, please don’t leave yet. Follow me to Yu Capital City to discuss our next steps. Today’s events are of great significance; please, everyone present, refrain from disclosing any information for now."

If the news of the Demon God’s revival were to spread, it might immediately cause tremendous panic, and surely the people of Nine States would be in turmoil. Before that, it would be the Imperial Court and Immortal Sects setting the tone.

The divine powers who had just wielded divine artifacts in battle against the Demon God, were now silent, looking deeply worried.

At that moment, the sound of crumbling stones was heard, and a middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes and with messy hair emerged from the ruins, looking almost primitive.

"What has happened?" he asked, bewildered. "Why has the Sky-north Prison fallen? Will it be rebuilt?"

"Old Zuo..." the Prison King, seeing this man, somberly shook his head and said, "We may not need the Sky-north Prison anymore."

This primitive man was Zuo Ci, the Vice Warden of the Regent Residence, who had cultivated the Dao of Steadfastness here for many years; who could have thought that one day the prison would collapse.

No wonder he was somewhat confused.

The heavy losses suffered by the Sky-north Prison made reconstruction of buildings easy, but refilling it with so many dead prisoners would be difficult. Perhaps there was no longer any need for this jail, which was another reason for the Prison King’s somberness.

After thinking, he suddenly looked up, puzzled, and said, "The original jailbreak Giant Demon did not come from the Far West Land; who was he?"

...

"God—"

Inside the temple in the Far West Land, the statue on the high platform had been removed, replaced by a Bronze Throne.

The slender girl leaned on the large, cold throne, unable to find a comfortable position, and could only let her legs dangle, swinging them aimlessly.

Kneeling before her were several Demon Kings, with the Grand Priest prostrating at the forefront. He pointed to a few enormous Spirit Beasts that were bound and said, "Lord Demon God, you have just been reborn. These are the offerings from your believers. Please enjoy."

The beasts, firmly tied up, were all larger than the throne itself, some covered in blue scales, others with long hair as sharp as spears, all struggling in vain. These were Seventh Realm Spirit Beasts, after all, anything weaker would not be worthy of being served on a god’s table. Once devoured by Lord Demon God, they were to quickly replenish his Spiritual Power before leading them to make a sweeping comeback.

Now that the Demon Suppression Tower no longer existed, nothing could hinder the Demonic Clan’s advance!

However, Lord Demon God seemed uninterested in these Spirit Beasts. She glanced cautiously and then quietly asked, "Are they fried?"

"Uh..." the Grand Priest hesitated awkwardly before answering, "They...are alive."

Three thousand years ago, the offerings to Lord Demon God had to be living creatures, a long-standing rule of the Demonic Clan.

Though it was reasonable for tastes to change over the ages, the Grand Priest had clearly not anticipated such a drastic change.

"Hmm..." Tuntun frowned, shifting her gaze elsewhere.

She had never eaten a living creature. While in her early years she might have craved Spiritual Energy, under the years of nurturing by Chu Liang, her tastes had changed long ago.

"Lord Demon God does not like it," whispered Cai Yi. "Bring some other offerings."

"Alright!" the Grand Priest waved a hand, "Take these Spirit Beasts away and cook them in hot oil! Bring them back as offerings afterward!"

"Roar, roar, roar—" The beasts, hearing this, struggled more fiercely.

Good one, Old Deng, capturing us to be killed wasn’t enough, you also want to use the most cruel method, huh?

Tuntun’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

Although she wasn’t quite sure what these people were doing, she felt it was something cruel.

She didn’t like it.

So, with a wave of her hand, golden light flashed, the Forbidden Rope Tethers binding the Spirit Beasts instantly broke, and the beasts sprung up, fleeing for their lives with leaps and bounds.

No Demon King dared to stop the Spirit Beasts released by Lord Demon God.

After releasing the beasts, Tuntun seemed to have nothing else she wanted to do and curled up on the large throne, hugging her knees and twirling her eyes around, lost in thought.

She didn’t speak, and the Demon Kings below didn’t dare to either.

The scene suddenly fell into a suffocating silence.

After a moment, it was the Grand Priest who broke the deadlock. He resumed his prostration and said respectfully, "Great god, what offerings would you like to eat? Your believers will spare no effort in finding them for you!"

Lord Demon God was the embodiment of devouring the Dao, naturally fond of eating. Her having no appetite was an unprecedented event, and the Grand Priest was naturally anxious.

"I want..." Tuntun thought for a moment, then said in a very soft voice, "Chu Liang."

"Lord Demon God wants Chu Liang?" the Grand Priest said sternly, "Your follower understands!"

Behind him, Cai Yi looked incredulous, "What do you understand exactly?"

Suddenly, the Grand Priest stood up, resolutely saying, "This time, no matter what it takes, we shall present fried Chu Liang to Lord Demon God!"