Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 938 - 34: Code [Vote for Monthly Ticket!]

Chapter 938: Chapter 34: Code [Vote for Monthly Ticket!]

Shu Mountain, Red Cotton Peak.

Before, due to the revival of the Demon God, there had been a time when people were panicked. But as the Human Clan and the Demonic Clan signed a pact, deciding to be eternally amicable, the Nine States Land gradually began to prosper again.

At first, some were worried that this was merely a stalling tactic by the Demonic Clan, and that the Demon God would eventually come out to destroy the Four Seas and Nine Continents. They almost wanted to take their families and hide in caves, fearing that monsters would catch and eat them.

However, as time passed, everyone slowly realized that there was no change in the world; it seemed no different from when the Demon God didn’t exist.

Did the Demon God come?

It seemed like he did, and yet it seemed like he didn’t.

In the end, did he come or not?

Nobody could say for sure.

The Demonic Clan of the Far West Land migrated to the distant Penglai in the Eastern Sea, which for ordinary people was the same; they would never come into contact with them. Apart from some "natives" who used to live there, it seemed that no one cared about this change.

Some attentive Immortal Sect disciples discovered that those "natives," who once lived in luxury in Penglai, now seemed to be distributed in various places in the Mortal Realm. If there was a rule to it, it would be where there were industries of Red Cotton Peak, there they could be seen.

After losing the support of the Lower Sect’s Three Islands, the Penglai disciples had to work to obtain their own resources, and only then did they realize that nothing came easily.

On this day, the Yang Family Brothers, Yang Shenlong and Yang Yuhu, arrived at the council hall on Red Cotton Peak, where several of Chu Liang’s veteran subordinates were already seated.

Chu Liang sat in the chief seat at the head, with Huan Leisheng, the Sect Leader of the Talisman Sect from the Ten Earth Sects, sitting to his left, and Lin Bei and Shang Ziliang sitting opposite to Huan Leisheng.

Next was Uncle Yin from Sun Moon Tower. After Chu Liang helped them develop new business ventures, the wealthy Uncle Yin’s life span even increased significantly, his old face beaming with vitality. Next to him sat his adopted son Yin Tian, who was also the backbone of Sun Moon Tower now.

Across from them was Hong Jufeng from Town Star Island, the massive man taking up two seats on his own.

Seeing Yang Shenlong and Yang Yuhu coming over, Hong Jufeng warmly patted the chair next to him, "Yang Family Brothers, I’ve saved seats for you, hehe, come over here, your seats are second only to mine."

His face was overflowing with a "We’re all old acquaintances now, don’t worry, I’ll definitely take care of you" smile.

Yang Shenlong didn’t say much, but Yang Yuhu couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

You’re already at the very end; sitting "second only to you" might as well be on the threshold. What’s there to take care of?

However, the seating positions at the venue were arranged according to contribution and seniority. The brothers indeed hadn’t made it onto Chu Liang’s list yet, so sitting farther away was not something they resented.

If one really talked about status, Yang Shenlong was now the junior Sect Leader of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, the actual person in charge, possibly on equal footing with Master Wen Yuan.

The reason he was the junior Sect Leader was that he had not yet reached the Eighth Realm. To become the Sect Leader immediately didn’t seem right to announce, so a temporary title was given for him to manage affairs. Once he reached the Eighth Realm, it wouldn’t be too late to assume the Sect Leader’s throne.

Regarding Yang Shenlong’s advancement to the Eighth Realm, there was probably not a single person in the world who doubted it.

"Ahem," Chu Liang cleared his throat.

Lin Bei then stood up and said, "Fellow comrades and brethren, today our Head Master Chu is holding a conference for the first time for all the Sects under his banner. The main purpose is that, with the increase in our business scopes, there needs to be a unified coordination for our development. However, since Chu Liang isn’t willing to forcefully interfere in your Sect affairs, this kind of regular meeting is established for better communication. If there are any matters that require collaboration or need attention, they can be raised at this meeting for us all to discuss."

"Applause," Chu Liang led the clapping, and sparse applause promptly filled the room.

The Yang Family Brothers had never seen such a scene before; they found the whole setting both austere and comical, not at all like a gathering of the Immortal Cultivation World—embassies in the Mortal Realm probably weren’t even this formal.

Penglai actually fell into the hands of such a person?

Huan Leisheng looked around and sighed, "Master Chu has actually acquired so many Sects already?"

When he initially agreed to Chu Liang’s plan, it was because he was under duress from the debt he owed and had no faith in the success of such a venture. Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Chu Liang managed to rally such a massive force that included the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect and the Ten Earth Immortal Sects. Master Chu liked to refer to this as a "group."

But Huan Leisheng thought of it as nothing more than a gang.

"Yes indeed, thanks to everyone’s blessings, we have grown rapidly during this period, and those present represent only a part of us," Chu Liang said with a smile: "We also have some allies whose names must remain unspoken, who are now striving for our common cause."

...

Western Sea, Soul Flame Island.

Back when Daoist Yan decapitated the leaders of the Western Sea Demon Sect, it forced a large number of demonic cultivators to flee like rats, scattering to various places and thus the Demon Sect’s stronghold in the Western Sea was effectively silenced.

Within the territory under the control of the Western Sea Demon Sect, Soul Flame Island was one of the few places that remained unaffected. Originally, it was the Nightmare Demon King from the Demonic Clan who had temporarily resided here, but after the Nightmare Demon King left, this location, rich in spiritual energy, was vacated.

The disheveled Immortal Yuan Lu descended here, looking around and then bellowing, "Where is the disciple of Evil Dragon Mountain!"

For a long while, there was no response.

Perplexed, he shouted again: "Evil energy soars through clouds to pierce the sky!"

A moment later, a voice answered from afar: "The dragon coils, the tiger lies, even spirits and ghosts flee!"

"Speed surpassing wind and moon, such mighty skill!" Yuan Lu continued.

"Taller than the waves of the Western Sea by a thousand li!" came another response, followed by a head poking out cautiously. The person appeared young and his cultivation didn’t look very high. With trepidation, he asked, "May I know which brother from our halls you are, how many incense sticks should I light?"

"I am your father!" Yuan Lu, who had been suffocating with frustration for a long time, saw a living person and flew over to deliver a slap, smack—

"You want to be asked, will you ask or not?" The slap rang sharply, dazing the head that had emerged from the ground. Then Yuan Lu demanded, "Since when do I have to respond to secret signals? You little rascal has quite some nerve!"

"Sect Leader, sir!" The disciple from Evil Dragon Mountain took a while to recover before he recognized Yuan Lu’s face. He immediately knelt and exclaimed, "You really are unharmed, that’s fantastic! If even the Sky-north Prison couldn’t hold you, then surely your demonic powers must have reached perfection, right?"

"Ah..." Yuan Lu blinked, "So you all haven’t gone out recently?"

"That’s right," the disciple nodded, "The few remaining brothers in Western Sea have been hiding under this Soul Flame Island for quite some time, we’re nearly roasted silly. Now that the Sect Leader has returned, we no longer need to hide."

"Heh, of course," Yuan Lu sneered, "If even the Sky-north Prison couldn’t hold me, what is there for you to fear?"

"Sect Leader, do you have any idea what we’ve been through these days?" The disciple began to sob as he spoke.

"Any of it was better than what I experienced," Yuan Lu was entirely unconcerned and he waved his hand dismissively, "Since I’m back, let’s gather the brothers immediately. Not only will we rebuild Evil Dragon Mountain and the Western Sea Demon Sect, we will grow larger and stronger!"

"Yes!" The disciple said excitedly: "Now that the Sect Leader is back, we must take our revenge! Those Daoist Yan and Shu Mountain Sect disciples have been oppressing us for far too long, we can’t let them off that easy!"

"Of course we can’t let it go. Am I, Yuan Lu, the kind of man to not avenge a grudge?" Yuan Lu said heroically, "Once we gather the brothers, we’ll send the order to declare war on the Underworld King Sect!"

"We must declare war!" The disciple swung his fist, but then paused, "Sect Leader, sir, did you mean the Shu Mountain Sect?"

"I said the Underworld King Sect," Yuan Lu repeated.

"But isn’t our greatest enemy the Shu Mountain Sect?" The disciple scratched his head, "We did have some conflict with the Underworld King Sect in the past, but it was just squabbles within the Demon Sect. The one who nearly wiped us out was..."

"What do you know?" Yuan Lu furrowed his brow, not immediately sure how to explain. As he thought about it, he felt even more annoyed and backhanded the disciple another slap.

Smack—

After hitting him, Yuan Lu said fiercely, "I told you to verify with secret signals! Are you going to do it or not?"