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

Chapter 97 A Proclamation to the World (Please Subscribe!)

At the mountaintop, Long Luojue bumped right into the drifting colorful clouds.

The intoxicating fragrance made her realize, in a daze... that it was the scent of the bitter love tree flowers.

"Roar—whoosh"

Suddenly, all the demons were in an uproar.

Unlike the mournful cries that echoed through the mountain gorge earlier, the current chorus of beasts was more irregular, chaotic, and discordant. Yet, as they rampaged wildly across the mountain, their ferocity was palpable, and one could clearly sense the exhilaration of the demon horde.

A bull demon rushed up to Long Luoyang, kneeling down on its front hooves: "Dragon Girl, has the Pure Yang Daoist returned? Where is this Bitter Love Tree planted?"

"Where to plant it? I..." Long Luoyang was stunned. She was completely kept in the dark and had no idea what was going on.

"Does Your Excellency not know either? I see the direction of these colorful clouds... it should be east... so why isn't the Bitter Love Tree planted in Tushan?"

"Dragon Girl! There's a rat demon that's fainted. It was the one that unleashed the lightning!" Another macaque came rushing over, carrying a small yellow rat with its eyes rolled back and twitching.

"Is this perhaps a demon beast kept by the Pure Yang Daoist?" the bull demon sniffed. "But the Pure Yang Daoist is gone, why leave it here?"

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Long Luoyang nodded and summoned a rabbit-sheep demon with healing powers, which he then used on the little yellow mouse.

After a long while, the electric mouse woke up, staring blankly at the several monsters surrounding it, and was startled.

It wanted to discharge electricity like before, turning these guys into dust... but without its leader, it only managed to release a few sparks between its cheeks.

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Long Luoyang picked it up and asked coldly, "Where is Zhang Chen?"

"Squeak!" The electric mouse adopted a defiant stance, "Even if you kill me, I won't tell you my boss is in Ning'an!"

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"Squeak! If you kill me, you're finished! My boss can turn you into a bubble dragon! He sent me here to warn you, hmph!"

The electric mouse perfectly inherited the boss's personality; although it was trembling with fear, it still arrogantly bluffed.

Long Luoyang remained unmoved, simply tossing the little mouse to the eagle circling overhead: "Take it to Ning'an."

"The bitter love tree has been planted, but it cannot exert its effects until it grows."

Long Luoyang looked at the group of demons, and the demons fell silent when they heard her speak.

"Dragon Girl!" several demons in the horde exclaimed in surprise, "Was that tree planted by the Pure Yang Daoist?!"

"If it weren't for him, why are we still alive?"

Long Luoyang hesitated, glancing at the company staff who were in a state of panic and internal strife at the table, then looking up at the "old friends" in the sky...

Some people have high hopes, while others are wary.

Finally, Long Luoyang sighed softly and said, "It's him."

The demon horde erupted in a frenzy once more, and several wisps of cloud in the sky slowly descended.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Quaid put on a pair of tree branch glasses. "Looks like that one finally couldn't hold back anymore. Three hundred years without showing up, tsk tsk."

"Dragon Girl, do you know where he is? I'll definitely go and pay him a visit!" the Kitchen God exclaimed excitedly.

"Count me in~" the effeminate man murmured.

"I don't know." Long Luoyang clutched her chest, a sharp pain shooting through her empty heart. "I need to rest. Goodbye for now."

"Long Luoyang, where is he?" The female voice, which had been hidden in the void, finally revealed half of her body, but she was wearing a mask, so her appearance could not be seen.

"I don't know." Long Luoyang glanced at her. "Even a fox would be tempted by someone like that, so in his eyes you're not even worth a feather."

"..." The shadowy figure seemed to snort coldly before disappearing into the void once more.

"Speaking of which, what about the Tu Shan clan? With that person reappearing, isn't she the most anxious?"

Quidi scanned the cloaks and saw that several of them were already empty.

He smiled knowingly, his eyes crinkling into squinty eyes. "Oh, so they've all gone after their husbands."

"Ah, I'm so envious," the Kitchen God sighed. "All the beauties in the world would be taken by him!"

"What's there to envy?" Quai asked with a smile. "He's flirted with every fairy in the last two thousand years, but he's never shown any mercy, leaving you only able to look but not touch. Can you bear to do that?"

The Kitchen God scratched his head. "I can't bear to leave, I can't bear to leave. I'd better go home and hug my ugly wife!"

"However, this time might be different." Quidi looked at the colorful clouds in the sky. "After three hundred years, he should have figured out how to restore order to this chaotic world."

After saying this, roars of beasts resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the demon horde began to rush down the mountain to spread the news of the Pure Yang Daoist's return throughout the land.

Only a few people in the company are still completely lost.

"Sir? What should we do?"

"The monsters aren't dead, and we've already taken the money. And... the Bitter Love Tree has probably been planted, hasn't it? Chunyang Daoist, he..."

"Shut up! Don't say another word! I'll only refund half the money at most." Zhou Nang's eyes were bloodshot, and his already frail body seemed to have aged even more. "Find your own excuse!"

"Lord Zhou, with this happening, you're probably in deep trouble." In the arguing crowd, someone vented their anger on Zhou Nang.

"Me? You dare use me as a scapegoat?!"

Zhou Nang wanted to repeat the same scolding he had given others not long ago and give his subordinates another dressing down.

Faced with the angry gazes of the crowd, his face turned ashen, and he was speechless. Suddenly, he had a premonition that his time was coming. Several hairs on his beard fell out from the trembling, and finally, he fainted with a "whoosh".

No one came to help him up; he fell straight to the ground, where he was trampled repeatedly by the monsters that rushed past, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"Croak!" Two little frog demons jumped over and stomped a few times.

"Ribbit, Grandpa Turtle, is he dead?"

"Haha, he's not dead yet, but once he loses his position, it's no different from being dead." The old turtle demon followed behind the demon horde, leaning on his cane.

"Cribbit, Grandpa Turtle, I hate this company. If this old man dies, will the company become better?"

"No." The turtle demon sighed and shook his head. "The root is rotten; it can't be cured."

"What should we do then, quail?"

The turtle demon smiled kindly, unscrewed the bottle containing the golden light, took a small sip, and then handed it to the two little frog demons, watching them drink this gift from the immortal.

"As long as that person is still alive, everything can be saved," the old turtle demon said.

"Quack quack! Grandpa Turtle, so who was that guy who bought our umbrella?"

"Alas, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

"Grandpa Turtle! Tell me, tell me, quack!"

"I can't say."

"Then tell us the story of Chunyang Daoist and Tushan, shall we?"

"Alright, but that goes back a long, long time... During the Qin Dynasty, humans were still food for demons. There was a brilliant cultivator among the humans who had a love-hate relationship with a nine-tailed fox..."

The old turtle demon spoke eloquently, his voice growing louder and louder. The monsters who were still on their way slowed down and followed the turtle demon, listening to his storytelling and occasionally shouting cheers that echoed throughout the mountains and fields.

Passing by the Acacia Temple halfway up the mountain, several fox spirits heard the storyteller's voice, threw a few peach blossoms at him, and laughed, "Grandpa Turtle! You've told this story to death!"

"I'm willing to speak as long as there are people willing to listen."

"Then you'll have to change the ending~ I heard that our Nine-Tailed Fox has already gotten married to that person~"

"No, no," Grandpa Turtle waved his hand and laughed, "Seeing is believing. I dare not listen to your quacks. You foxes are the best liars!"

"Tch~ Just you wait~" the fox demons chuckled. "Then Lord Nine-Tailed Fox will have to bring us back a few little foxes!"

"I'm waiting! You all, have a good Mid-Autumn Festival!"

After the demons dispersed, the fox demons, feeling a bit bored, returned to the courtyard and started joking around with Jiang Rou.

Poor Jiang Xiaomei was still excited about the replanting of the Bitter Love Tree, and the great man she admired finally announced to the world that he was still alive!

Whether human or demon, they had all waited far too long for him to raise his arms and give such a call!

But what Jiang Xiaomei didn't know was that the adult had forgotten about her and had already gone off to play with his yo-yo.

"Little Jiang~ what's your decision~"

The fox demon handed Jiang Rou a sugarcane: "Since you're going to be a concubine, you'll need to improve your service skills. Here, this sugarcane is for you to practice your speech."

Jiang Rou glanced at the sugarcane, shook her head, and said, "Not enough."

"Huh? Your master is a monster?"

"It's human."

"That's really strange... Where's the carrot?"

"That's not enough either."

"White radish will do, right?"

Jiang Rou shook her head as she watched the fox demons bring over a freshly unearthed white radish.

"It's still not quite there," Jiang Rou pouted her pink lips and said helplessly.

The fox demons exchanged bewildered glances, all showing expressions of astonishment: "Heavens! Sister Jiang, is your man a deity? We demons wouldn't dare touch such a thing—"

"More divine than a god." Jiang Rou's beautiful eyes shone with a mesmerizing light.

"By the way, Sister Jiang, isn't your husband coming to take you home?" the fox spirits asked curiously. "It's already dark."

"Huh?" Jiang Rou was taken aback, looked up at Caiyun, and was a little confused.

Fortunately, before she could fully process what was happening, a dragon claw suddenly emerged from the colorful clouds and grabbed her.

"Lord Long? You want to..."

"Go find him."

"Teleportation arrays are still the most useful."

Zhang Chen followed Shen Nianxi invisibly, teleporting directly from Tushan to Ning'an, thinking that he would also put one in the matchmaking agency in the future.

However, that's a story for later; today's task is not yet finished.

There's a mountain of unresolved debts, and the Mid-Autumn Festival isn't even over yet; he'll be busy for a while.

As he walked out of the company, about to part ways with Miss Shen, he paused.

The girl with the high ponytail looked serious, as if she was deep in thought.

"She's back," the girl murmured to herself. "Really back?"

"Why does he seem so much like Zhang Chen? Why is he hiding? He didn't even show up after the Bitter Love Tree was planted?"

"Could it be..."

Zhang Chen's heart tightened, wondering if Shen Nianqu had finally come to her senses...

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