Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends
Chapter 150 - 143: Recruitment Written Test

Chapter 150: Chapter 143: Recruitment Written Test

Lu Ya looked at Bai Ze Demon Saint and said, "Uncle Bai Ze, what is your opinion?"

Bai Ze stroked his beard, laughing heartily as he replied, "Since Ping Xin has said that Demon Immortals, God Demons, and all may go, naturally, we can go too. Given Ping Xin’s stature, she certainly won’t go back on her word. There is no need for doubt."

Shangyang Demon Saint nodded, speaking crisply, "Bai Ze Demon Saint’s words are very true, that’s what I think as well."

Feilian Demon Saint nodded and said, "If big brother Bai Ze says there’s no problem, then there must be no problem."

Qin Yuan Demon Saint spoke, "Alright, let us contest for the Underworld then."

A hidden fury flickered in Lu Ya’s eyes, thinking: When I’m the one talking, it’s not okay, but if Bai Ze says so, it’s alright? What kind of reasoning is this? Ever since the Demon Emperor and his uncle passed away, they’ve never taken me seriously.

Qin Yuan Demon Saint said, "But who shall we send? Those of insufficient status are not qualified to vie for this."

All the Demon Saints looked up at Lu Ya.

Lu Ya felt a surge in his heart, forcing a smile as he said, "My dear uncles, I have been feeling unwell lately and would like to go into seclusion."

Bai Ze stroked his beard, his kind eyes forming a smile as he said, "Going out more might improve your mood, and then your health will surely get better."

Qin Yuan Demon Saint smiled and said, "Currently, among the Demon Clan, only Crown Prince holds the regal presence, and only you are most suitable to represent the Demon Clan and go to the Underworld."

Shangyang Demon Saint nodded in agreement, saying, "The Crown Prince has the destiny of an Emperor and can be the master of the Underworld."

Lu Ya suddenly stood up, his face turning an ashen blue as he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you uncles joking? As the Devil Race Crown Prince, how can I risk myself?!"

Bai Ze’s face grew serious, and he said calmly, "I never joke."

Four Demon Saints stared at Lu Ya, and in an instant, he felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was caving in, an enormous pressure weighing down on him.

Lu Ya instantaneously turned pale, bowed in sweat drenched exhaustion, filled with both shock and rage, and immediately said, "Fine! I shall go to the Underworld."

The four Demon Saints instantly turned away, and the immense pressure vanished in a moment.

Lu Ya gasped for air, gazing deeply at the four Demon Saints before transforming into a rainbow light and bursting out of the Demon Palace.

Shangyang expressed his worry, "Bai Ze, what if the Crown Prince really gets killed by the Witch Clan?"

Bai Ze spoke leisurely, "A chick that never leaves the nest will never learn to fly, and how can one witness the scenery above the Nine Heavens without experiencing the storm and the thunderbolt? To succeed, naturally, one must take risks."

The other two Demon Saints also nodded: Which powerhouse didn’t face life-and-death ordeals to achieve their status? A Crown Prince hiding within the Demon Palace is not needed by the Demon Clan.

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As the words of Mistress Ping Xin spread throughout the Three Realms, numerous figures crossed the Netherworld arriving within the Underworld. Under the guidance of the Witch Clan, they gathered within a newly established small world, bustling and chaotic in every corner.

The Chan Sect immortals had congregated.

Guang Chengzi frowned unhappily and said, "A group of rabble, what on earth is Ping Xin thinking by summoning them here? Do they really think such Demons are capable of managing the Underworld?"

A Minotaur in front turned his head, replying discontentedly, "Who are you? What’s wrong with Demons? Have they sucked your home’s Spiritual Energy or eaten your Spirit Fruits? Why do you look down on us?"

A Ma Tuo beside him patted the Minotaur and said, "Ignore them. Look, his head is bald, he’s just jealous of our lush hair."

The Minotaur nodded, sneered, and flicked his own flowing long hair.

I~ Guang Chengzi, eyes bulging with rage and three feet of fury, clenched his fists, murder in his gaze.

Chi Jingzi placed a hand on Guang Chengzi, whispering, "Elder brother, restrain yourself for now, this is the Underworld."

In another direction, disciples from the Western Sect stood together, including the likes of Ksitigarbha, Mile, Pharmacist, and Jin Naluo.

Lu Ya, after calming his mind and disguising himself as a big man with a curly beard, stood quietly in a corner, watching everyone cautiously, fearing that the Witch Clan might suddenly burst in and attack him.

Suddenly, a slap landed on Lu Ya’s shoulder.

Lu Ya leaped forward, soaring into the air as he shouted, "Who goes there?"

The chaotic noise within the small world abruptly ceased, and everyone looked up at Lu Ya.

Lu Ya panicked inwardly, having attracted too much attention.

A handsome young man flew up, greeted the crowd with a lost bow, smiling warmly as he said, "Just a joking around with my friend here, sorry for disturbing everyone, please forgive us."

Only then did everyone shift their gaze away, continuing to chat with familiar faces, discussing what this so-called recruitment event was all about, with only a few paying Lu Ya additional attention.

The handsome youth flew towards Lu Ya, saying cheerfully, "Shall we talk down there?"

Lu Ya nodded silently, and the two flew down, landing at a nondescript spot.

Lu Ya looked at the handsome youth warily and said, "I don’t recall having a friend like you?"

The handsome youth said carefreely, "To meet is to be fated, and with fate, we naturally become friends. You are a part of the Demon Clan, aren’t you?"

Lu Ya nodded and said, "Yes!"

The handsome youth shook his head and sighed, "The Demon Clan is not doing well now, I’ve heard that after the Demon Court fell into ruin, it hid in the North Wilderness. Even with the four Demon Saints remaining utterly loyal, it’s difficult to reverse the decline of the Demon Clan."

Lu Ya sneered, "Utterly loyal?"

"Is it not so?"

"Perhaps it is! Only the Primordial Immortals remember the four Demon Saints left in the Demon Clan, but who recalls that there is still a Golden Crow Crown Prince?"

The handsome young man replied incredulously, "Do you mean the Demon Saints of the Demon Clan are oppressing the Golden Crow Crown Prince? How dare they?"

Lu Ya said evenly, "With the Demon Emperor and Demon Emperor fallen, what is there to fear?"

The handsome youth shook his head and said, "Ah, how exalted was the Golden Crow Crown Prince back in the day. To think that he would fall to the point of being oppressed by his own subjects, how pitiable and lamentable."