"???"
"A subordinate's wife?"
Fang Yang, who had weathered many storms, was still shocked by these ruthless words.
Chunqing Hall was the sect of his fourth disciple.
According to the diary, his fourth disciple, Hua Lianyue, was naturally charming.
To temper her cultivation technique,
she was always rolling in the dust of the mortal world.
The Chunqing Hall she founded spread throughout the Tang Dynasty.
She opened countless brothels and courtesans' houses, providing refuge for numerous women of easy virtue.
It was precisely because of this that she was quite accomplished in dual cultivation and painting.
It could be said without courtesy that nearly all the erotic court paintings in the Tang Dynasty originated from Chunqing Hall.
Moreover, each edition was more professional than the last, almost becoming textbooks.
This was the real reason why Fang Yang named a person from Chunqing Hall.
If he wanted to study those indescribable booklets, he could not bypass Chunqing Hall, which was the professional.
However, he had never anticipated that before he could even speak, a believer from Chunqing Hall had given him a small shock.
Looking at the other party trembling on the ground,
he didn't think long before guessing their thoughts.
Obviously, the lascivious reputation of the Demon Lord had long spread far and wide, and coupled with the Demon Lord's cruelty and dominance,
this believer even thought he was summoned to take his wife!
"[Actually, it's not impossible. On the wedding day, with the red candles flickering and wax tears dripping, who wouldn't want to do it in front of the groom..."]
The narration echoed in his ears, Fang Yang had a full head of black lines and automatically blocked it out. He intended to scold the other party, but for the sake of his own persona, he said indifferently,
"What identity does this master possess?"
"How could I do such a filthy act?"
"I have heard that the booklets produced by your Chunqing Hall this time are not as good as before and have been criticized by many, causing dissatisfaction among the people."
"Bring me a copy at once. I want to critically review it. I want to see what exactly is lacking."
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, the kneeling believer couldn't help but look up in confusion, eyes filled with disbelief.
Just... just this?
The Demon Lord summoned him just for a booklet?
Impossible, right?
Before joining the Demon Cult, he had heard that the Demon Lord was extremely lecherous and fond of committing acts of treachery.
It made countless people tremble in fear.
People of such stature always have profound intentions.
Could it be...
The Demon Lord has grown tired of women?
Thus...
The believer's face turned pale as he couldn't help but shiver.
He wanted to refuse, but felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the Demon Lord,
and finally swallowed his words back.
With trembling hands, he began to undress.
"Please Demon Lord, be merciful..."
"Rubbish!"
Fang Yang bellowed, fully activating the Xuan Tian strategy.
In an instant, rolling thunder surged, a pressure bearing down on the other party.
As if heaven and earth were collapsing, the believer lay flat on the ground.
And Fang Yang descended from the throne, step by step approaching the other party.
The faint sound of footsteps, like the Grim Reaper knocking at the door,
almost caused the believer to faint.
"I will say it one last time, give me your latest booklet, or else, die. Do you understand?"
"Understood... Understood!"
"Get lost!"
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The believer returned and handed a brand new booklet to Fang Yang, along with some newly developed gadgets from Chunqing Hall.
And some aphrodisiac pills.
They were said to be quite valuable.
Many large families scrambled to buy them.
"Heh, I would use such things?"
Fang Yang's face was full of disdain.
He casually took out a pill and popped it into his mouth.
Afterward, he picked up the booklet and began to flip through it.
This?! What!?
Could this be possible?!
And this too?!
Having experienced the baptism of information from future generations, at first, he was somewhat disdainful.
But after flipping through just a couple of pages, he was greatly shocked.
As expected of Chunqing Hall, professionalism indeed meant expertise, which broadened his horizons as well.
He had forgotten that this was a world of cultivation.
Many movements, impossible to perform in his previous life, could be done with ease here.
By the time he had finished browsing through the entire booklet.
He took a deep breath, turned back to the first page, and started watching earnestly.
"Your Highness, tonight I'll show you the power of learning."
…
Within a secret cave of the Demon Sect.
Gusts of chilly wind blew, and candlelight flickered.
The shadows of four cold figures stretched out long by the firelight.
These were four cloaked figures, each with exceptional strength.
They had come from various corners of the Demon Sect.
Arriving in the cave, they did not let down their guard.
Instead, they scrutinized each other for a while, ensuring there were no issues with the others' aura.
Then, they finally lifted the hoods from their heads.
Revealing faces that were intermittently illuminated and shadowed.
The four were three men and one woman.
One was a middle-aged swordsman, short in stature, with a mustache and narrow eyes, emitting a lewd and wicked aura.
Another was an old man, appearing to be in his twilight years, with skin like tree bark, dry and cracked, and a necklace made of human bones around his neck.
The remaining man and woman were clearly a couple; the husband seemed very attentive, wiping the chair for his wife and massaging her shoulders as soon as they entered the cave.
The wife smiled with a faintly coquettish charm, her slender waist undulating like a water snake.
With each twist, enough to catch the gaze of countless men.
Ever since she sat down.
She cast an alluring look at everyone, her tight legs straight and graceful.
Instantly, it caught the lewd swordsman's eye, making them light up.
Just as he wanted to keep looking, the husband blocked his view.
"Enough, we're here today for one thing only, to kill that Demon Lord; everything else is secondary,"
the old man said, his voice hoarse.
His bone necklace creaked, sounding like the wailing of malevolent spirits.
"Indeed, this matter is of utmost importance. That Demon Lord has humiliated us for so many years. Now that he's entered seclusion for a month, there's a good chance he'll fall into demonic cultivation. Only by slaying him can we quell the hatred in our hearts,"
the husband said through gritted teeth.
The sleazy swordsman stole another glance at the enchanting woman, noting that she seemed to look back at him.
Suddenly, his spirits lifted.
"As long as it's confirmed that the Demon Lord has suffered heavy injuries, I can attack first. Although I haven't reached the embodiment realm these years, my 'Ghostly Shadow Sword' technique has been refined to perfection. I can assure you that I can slash the Demon Lord for three days and nights while keeping him fully conscious,"
he declared confidently.
"My 'Bone Cultivation Technique' has also reached perfection. As soon as it's clear that the Demon Lord is injured, I can set up the Bone Formation to flay and debone him,"
the old man said coldly.
"I may not have as many powerful techniques as you two, but I excel in killing. If the Demon Lord's meridians are completely broken, his life is mine,"
the husband said with a cold snort, staring intently at the sleazy man, while his wife, the enchanting woman, laughed gleefully.
"This humble woman doesn't like to fight and kill. However... I can still lure a soul or two with my 'Siren's Melody.'"
"…"
Each of them boasted about their unique skills, clearly self-satisfied.
They even began to discuss how to take control of the Demon Sect and access its treasury after killing the Demon Lord, their exchanges filled with enthusiasm.
Until…
the old man furrowed his brows and asked,
"So, who will go to the Demon Lord's abode to test if he has sustained heavy injuries?"
"…"
Silence instantly filled the cavern.