After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

Chapter 93 A Demon Is Thinking of Him (Climax! Please Subscribe!)

At the center of the mountaintop lies a crystal-clear lake. On the island in the center of the lake, there should have been a towering tree, but now only its withered trunk remains, scattered forlornly on the lake's surface.

At the entrance to the mountain.

"My Lady Dragon Girl, do you think... isn't this rain getting a bit too heavy?"

"What, do I need to ask you why it's raining a little?"

Long Luojue's golden vertical pupils glared, instantly causing the old man, who was a head taller than her, to hunch over.

"No, no..." The old man, though aged, didn't seem particularly serious. "It's just that the company paid a heavy price for this clay..."

"Your revival of the Bitter Love Tree is quite a grand event, so the company invited many distinguished guests to witness the ceremony. There's nowhere to shelter from the rain on this mountaintop... I was worried they might be upset."

"What does it have to do with me?" Long Luoyang asked indifferently.

"Zhou Nang, it was the worst decision your master ever made in her life to hand the company over to you."

"In three hundred years, you've squandered the legacy left by the Pure Yang Daoist. What have you cultivated? Hmm? Besides expelling all the monsters from the company's upper echelons and engaging in internal strife, what else have you done?"

"When your master was alive, he would never have dragged mortals into this for such a small amount of money."

"And do you really think I don't know how much fake soil is mixed into this 'bitter love tree' mold?"

Leaving those words behind, Long Luoyang turned and left the mountain pass without looking back, disappearing into the mountain lake.

The torrential rain grew heavier, pounding against the old man's back, bending him more and more with each pound.

The old man, called Zhou Nang, had a livid face and a forced smile.

"You wretched dragon, I respect you as an elder, yet you dare to push your luck. How laughable..."

He chuckled a few times, stroked his beard, and walked back, only to see a group of men and women in uniform, each with a different expression, casting their gazes at him.

"Lord Zhou." Everyone bowed in unison.

"Heh, now you're willing to call me Lord Zhou?" Zhou Nang feigned annoyance. "Recently, haven't quite a few of you been planning to impeach me?"

"What? Now that things have come to this, everyone's scrambling to get a share of the good stuff?" Zhou Nang seemed to be taking out all the anger Long Luojue had vented on him on his subordinates.

"You're all spineless cowards. I think you're not even as good as that brat Ning'an. At least she can just say she doesn't want someone anymore. What about you? Are you all afraid of death? Haven't you lived for a hundred or two hundred years enough?"

"You bastard."

"Everyone says the company is getting worse and worse, is that my fault?! If you were all a bunch of good-for-nothings, would I have gotten to this point? How many times have I taken the blame for you guys?!"

"Do you think the higher-ups in China are all idiots? Even without ladyboy companies, there will be ladyboy agencies, understand? If you don't perform well, you'll be replaced!"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to utter a single word.

The old man stomped his foot, his beard trembling, and his sinister gaze swept over everyone: "The person in charge of Jingguanghai and I will sit at the head table. Everyone else will be seated according to their rank, from highest to lowest. The demon hunters and those who paid to come here, let them stand outside!"

"Lord Zhou...this...the rain outside is too heavy," someone asked.

"I don't care how heavy the rain is! If you want to cultivate and live a year or two longer, then you'd better wait patiently. If you don't want to live, then take the money and get out!"

Once again, everyone fell silent.

"Please calm down," a man with a fawning smile said, stepping forward. "Don't worry, I'll make sure everything is arranged for them!"

"You'd better be able to do that." Zhou Nang glanced at him.

"My lord, did the Dragon Girl see through that clay?" the man asked with a smile.

"Nonsense, how could we not see through it? You're a bunch of useless trash. We gave you so many resources, and you couldn't even forge a single piece of clay?!"

"My lord... this clay is too peculiar; it's formed entirely from the limbs of the Pure Yang Daoist... If it could be so easily forged, there wouldn't have been only one immortal in the past two thousand years..."

Zhou Nang sneered.

"My lord, since she saw through it... doesn't that mean there's a chance she might succeed?"

"Ten percent," Zhou Nang said coldly. "Even if she manages to succeed by sheer luck, she'll still get a share, just a smaller one. Besides, how easy is it for the Bitter Love Tree to survive?"

"That Taoist priest has been nowhere to be seen for three hundred years. No matter how many trees you plant, they won't live for more than two years before they die!"

The man chuckled awkwardly, "You're so thoughtful, sir... I wonder if I could have the share that Ning'an doesn't want? To be honest, I've actually done quite a bit for Ning'an over the years..."

"roll!"

The man's expression froze, and he had no choice but to shrink into the crowd, his fawning expression vanishing.

"I asked you to find someone, and you've been doing it for three hundred years! A full three hundred years! And you still can't find them. Even if they're dead, where's their body?"

Zhou Nang continued his reprimand, "I think you're all just sending people without putting in the work, are you all afraid he'll come back and kick you out of your positions?"

After these remarks, some people in the crowd began to whisper, saying things like, "Aren't you afraid?"

Zhou Nang heard it but didn't bother to argue. He was just putting on an act for some inexperienced newcomers.

"My lord!" someone ran up from the mountainside, "Many of those reclusive great demons have arrived, saying they want to bid farewell to the Dragon Girl..."

"You're here? Where are you?"

"They're all in the sky, riding on flying cloaks, how majestic!"

"Tsk, is this what you call impressive? Can it be more impressive than guns and cannons?" Zhou Nang scoffed. "Who's here?"

"Besides the one from Tushan, there are also the reclusive White Tiger, Wolf King, Spirit Sparrow... Snow King of the North, Barbarian King of the Southeast, Zhulong of the Southwest... and some rogue half-demon cultivators, Dream Maiden, Kitchen God, Kui Emperor..."

"Stop, stop, stop reading. Let them come, let them watch from the sky! No need to give any instructions."

"I doubt they'd dare interfere!"

Zhou Nang stroked his beard, then suddenly remembered something and said guiltily, "They didn't come together, did they?"

"They are separate, after all, they each have their own grudges against each other."

"Everything as usual," Zhou Nang said, regaining his composure.

"Yes."

A flash of lightning.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a faint rumble of thunder echoed from the overcast sky, interrupting this performance of formalism.

next moment.

The entire Tushan Mountain trembled. Tens of thousands of birds and beasts of different shapes, races, and missions came together here because of the same faith.

The mountain shook violently, causing the lake water at the summit to spill out, forming an unnatural waterfall... The beasts were terrified and the birds scattered.

The dull thud of marching footsteps terrified those on the mountaintop, sending them scattering in all directions. Some even tried to secretly film with cameras, only to have their hands bitten off by the vengeful monster.

The company staff made way for them, proceeding with great trepidation.

Suddenly, another gust of wind swept by, and the dark clouds in the sky parted to reveal a small window, showing the bright yellow moon and bringing a little peace to the gloomy night.

Under the moonlight, dozens of tufts of flying tumbleweeds rose and fell, carrying all sorts of demon kings and rogue cultivators.

"Sigh"

The mournful cry of the black phoenix rang out.

Only at this moment did some people realize that tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's a day for family reunion.

"Achoo!"

Zhang Chen, holding two mice and hiding among the demons, couldn't help but sneeze.

I wonder who is thinking about him.

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