After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

The Hidden Demon Sect has a branch in Yangcheng.

After Yan An checked in, he dismissed the rest of the guests.

He threw off his veil and picked up a black demon mask, putting it on his face.

Seeing his actions, Xue Feng immediately removed the demon mask from his face and put it in his pocket.

"You have overstepped your bounds today." Yan An's voice changed from the gentleness of the Holy Son to the indifference of the Young Demon Lord.

As he spoke, he walked around Bloodblade once before stopping in front of him.

Xue Feng immediately knelt down, reverting to his original voice, and said, "This subordinate knows his mistake! Please punish me, Young Demon Lord!"

Yan An looked down at Xue Feng, who had been by her side the longest and seemed to be becoming increasingly obsessive.

But for the next few days, he still needs Xue Feng to play himself...

"Get up," Yan An said casually. "Considering this is your first offense, I'll waive the punishment for now and see how you behave in the next few days..."

As soon as Xue Feng stood up, a dark blue short sword was already at his neck.

It turned out that Yan An had taken his short sword back from him at some point.

Yan An's voice was soft and cold, "But if you dare to act on your own again, this young master will not let you off easily."

"Your subordinate dares not!" Xue Feng trembled, unsure whether it was from fear, excitement, or both.

"You can go down now." Yan An sheathed his short sword.

After Xue Feng left, he slowly looked at the artificial rockery and water not far away.

Yan An sensed that outsiders were approaching.

He was fully aware of the movements of the disciples patrolling the branch headquarters, so he could easily detect any anomalies when sensing changes in the number and location of people around him.

Even now, though he couldn't see anything with his naked eye and couldn't even detect breathing, he was certain that someone was hiding nearby.

"All who come are guests; why hide?"

Yan An's voice contained a hint of laughter.

He was still in the same spot when he said the first word, but when he said the last word, he had already appeared like a ghost in a seemingly empty space and struck out with a palm.

Even the most sophisticated illusions must be broken at this point.

A figure in black suddenly appeared.

This man had his hair tied up in a tall hat, and his face had sharp features and a cold, noble air. Only his dark eyes revealed a gloomy expression. He was dressed in a black outfit, but the black was not ordinary cotton, linen, or coarse silk. Instead, it was an extremely delicate, dark-sheen brocade.

In the blink of an eye, a swarm of tiny, hair-like hidden weapons shot towards Yan An like a shower of flowers from a fairy maiden.

While Yan An was dealing with the hidden weapons, the figure in black had already disappeared once again.

Yan An had already guessed who the newcomer was. He pushed the Heavenly Demon True Technique to its limit, his movements so fast that he seemed to disappear into the heavens and earth. His figure appeared and disappeared without any pattern. In addition, he cheated by activating his perception ability. With a flick of his eyeballs, he arrived at a certain place and attacked without any warning.

The opponent mainly practices killing techniques. Every time he strikes, the angle is very tricky. The key point of his moves is that he doesn't move when he's still, but when he does, he wants to hit the target with one blow and kill him.

Coincidentally, Yan An used to practice this skill as well.

The two fought fiercely, but were evenly matched, so they temporarily ceased fighting and recuperated.

"Young City Lord, what brings you here?"

"I want to see the Holy Son." Zhongli Wuji spoke without expression, his voice completely flat. "I didn't find him here."

"You want to see the Holy Son? But the Holy Son doesn't want to see you," Yan An said truthfully.

Zhongli Wuji paused, as if in thought, then looked at Yan An and asked seriously, "Are you and the Holy Son also friends?"

Yan An's expression behind the mask was somewhat strange. "Naturally."

"I want to see the Holy Son." Zhongli Wuji repeated this sentence with a righteous indignation.

"I, you, Han Tianshuo. We are destined rivals." Zhongli Wuji said calmly, "Since the Holy Son is your friend, he will also want to be my friend."

This young city lord seems to be somewhat bot-like.

"Young Demon Lord! Your subordinate is late!" Xue Feng and a group of Demonic Cult disciples had already gathered around, waiting for his command.

At the same time, several figures in black appeared beside Zhongli Wuji; they were the Shadow Guards who had been following him.

"The Holy Son's whereabouts have been uncertain these past few days," Yan An said, looking at Zhongli Wuji. "You want to be friends with him? Then wait."

……

After Zhongli Wuji left, Yan An turned to a middle-aged man in the crowd and said, "Master Song, you must have received quite a few invitations today?"

This Master Song is the manager of the Hidden Demon Sect's branch in Yangcheng.

"Reporting to Young Demon Lord! It is indeed so!" Song Xiangzhu listed a series of faction names and personal names before concluding, "Each invitation comes with a generous gift... These invitations are all in the hope of inviting you and... the Holy Son to the banquet."

Although Song Xiangzhu has not yet met the Holy Son, he has been operating in Yangcheng for many years and is very well-informed. He has heard many rumors about the Holy Son from different people.

Those who were fortunate enough to have seen the Holy Son were all in a daze, and in their conversations, they either showed a look of infatuation or a longing that was almost like a pilgrimage.

This piqued Song Xiangzhu's curiosity.

"I've cancelled them all," Yan An said nonchalantly.