Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 967 - 52 - s of Outstanding Heroes in the Nine States [Two in One]_2

Chapter 967: 52 Chapters of Outstanding Heroes in the Nine States [Two in One]_2

"All right, all right, all right." Lin Bei nodded and turned to say, "This is my partner for tonight, named Lin Ziliang."

"Hey?" Shang Ziliang pushed him away, "How come I have to share your surname?"

"Does it matter whose family name we use for this?" Lin Bei shrugged.

"Cut it out!" Shang Ziliang slapped him again, paused, and then said, "My dad is sitting right down there, so watch your words."

"Oh really?" Lin Bei looked down at the audience, "Which one is his father? Give me a round of applause!"

"Oh——" The atmosphere suddenly heated up, with claps and cheers rising high.

"Eh, eh, eh?"

"..."

Though the beauty was attractive, the show hadn’t truly started until this act. Lin Bei and Shang Ziliang displayed a knack for comic dialogue, eliciting continuous laughter from the audience.

The performance lasted until the Soul Crystal suddenly vibrated.

[Jiang]: "I’ve been rushing the entire way, no problems, don’t worry."

Seeing this reply, Chu Liang finally relaxed. Jiang Yuebai was reliable. If she said not to worry, then there truly was nothing to worry about.

Only then did he start paying serious attention to the program on stage.

At that moment, the show had switched to a demonstration by one hundred and eight robust men from the Heavenly Gang Sect, shirtless, titled "Heavenly Gang Sect Must Strengthen Themselves."

The show was a full display of male vigor, thoroughly embodying the martial spirit of the Gang Sect brothers, captivating the many female cultivators present with its brilliance.

However, as they posed and exited at the end of the act, Yun Chaoxian suddenly, out of nowhere, pulled out a durian, cracked it under his armpit, splattering juice everywhere, and then roared: "Aooo!"

Slap.

Chu Liang covered his face with his hand.

Normally, all performers were strictly checked before going on stage: unless necessary, they were not allowed to carry any Magical Storage Tools. Even if a performance necessitated one, it could not contain items unrelated to the act to prevent negative consequences.

Who knew where he had pulled that durian from?

Luckily, no one guessed this was his own impromptu act and assumed it was part of the show; though bizarre, it ultimately didn’t impact much.

"Warn Yun Chaoxian for me, if he does this again, next time I won’t allow Heavenly Gang Sect to send any programs!" Chu Liang said exasperatedly.

...

Eastern Sea, Penglai.

Once a Fairyland, now a vast land of Demons.

A host of oddly shaped demonic creatures in human form gathered atop a mountain, staring at a large golden screen above their heads, showing scenes from Shu Mountain, their eyes wide with naive and curious expressions.

Initially, the Demonic Clan had no interest in this evening’s event. Only the tribes once part of Qingqiu, those taught by Cai Yi, had some interest in attending this event.

Shu Mountain made no demands; it wasn’t mandatory, they just played it on Mirage Mountain, anyone interested could come.

Soon, the dancing myriad of lights and the continuous laughter attracted most of the tribes’ demonic creatures, who watched the screen unblinkingly.

The Bull Demon King, still two zhang tall in human form, sat on a protruding rock with his arms crossed, one hand clutching a giant roasted chicken, munching on it.

"Tell you what, these gadgets these humans rig up are quite interesting. The food tastes really good too, no wonder Lord Demon God loves to eat them," he said in a muffled voice.

"Do not forget, we have a deep-seated vendetta against the Human Clan," said the Flood Dragon King coldly. "Besides, they just killed Cai Yi recently. Anybody seeking closeness with the cunning Human Clan is bound for a bad end."

"Cai Yi died because of her stupidity," Black Gold Crow snorted from the front row. "I told her that Chu fellow couldn’t be killed, but she wouldn’t listen."

"Look at these younger demons below." The Snow Demon King floated up, pointing down. "What do they know of any enmity with the Human Clan? They only see that the world of humans is interesting, and that’s beyond our control."

The Demonic Clan of the Eastern Sea, having survived the great war three millennia ago, was probably left with only a few old creatures like them. The younger demons were all born after the war and had lived in the Far West, where hatred for humans was merely a concept.

So now, with sudden peace between the two clans, they adapted quickly.

Especially since moving from the Far West to the Eastern Sea, where they received plenty of support and construction materials from the Human Clan, they experienced a happiness like never before.

As for hatred, it really was no longer a topic of discussion.

"Changfeng, Yi Zi, Cai Yi..." the Flood Dragon King grumbled, "Did they just die in vain?"

"Because they all died, that’s why I don’t want to die so soon," a gigantic blood-red eye glowed from the void behind, and the Nightmare King’s voice echoed, "I slept underground for thousands of years, nearly akin to being truly dead. So when I woke, I thought, ’I must not go through that again.’"

As Tun Tun’s shadow flashed across the screen, shouts erupted among the demonic creatures.

"At least I think it’s pretty nice now," Snow Demon King said with a light laugh.

...

One act followed another, and all those familiar faces that Chu Liang knew ascended the stage one after another.

Earlier Lin Bei, Xue Lingxue, Yun Chaoxian, later Luo Xiaoyong and Iron Hammer’s mixed drum and music performance,

Song Qingyi from Scholar’s Academy and Minister Zhang from Ascending Dragon Academy, among a group of young Confucian cultivators, stepped up for a poetry recitation, accompanied by dances from the girls of Nanyin Square.