After some questioning, the organizational structure within the western region became clear.

The Demon Lord rules over the demons of the Western Regions. Under him are four equally powerful Demon Kings, each with their own territory and subordinates, who check and balance each other. However, they must personally go to the Ming Palace to pay homage to the Demon Lord every year.

The Ming Palace is divided into five ranks. Apart from the highest rank of Demon Lord, the lowest rank consists of servants and attendants who mainly do menial tasks such as sweeping and cleaning. The fourth rank consists of ordinary demon soldiers who are responsible for patrolling the Ming Palace and rotating shifts for defense. The third rank consists of Demon Lord commanders, with each of the eight commanders in charge of 50,000 demon soldiers, including 3,000 elite troops. The second rank consists of the left and right protectors who directly obey the Demon Lord. They are elusive and ruthless, and no one has yet seen their true faces.

According to the tiger demon, the demons in the western region have been fighting again recently, and the demon army has expanded its recruitment. There is also a division of order within the demon army, with the capable occupying high positions.

After hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao nodded thoughtfully and removed the bamboo sword from his neck.

The tiger demon, its legs already trembling with fear, begged and pleaded, "Grandma, this is all I know. Please, have mercy on me!"

Lu Zhaozhao moved closer, to within two inches of him. A veil stood between them, and a cold, emotionless voice came from behind: "If you utter a single word about what happened today, then..."

"I haven't seen anything today!" The tiger demon waved his hands hurriedly, his eyes filled with terror. "I'll go back right now and promise I won't tell anyone a single penny!"

As he spoke, he moved backward, trying to get away from the terrifying human in front of him.

"Oh, right." Lu Zhaozhao suddenly appeared, as if she had remembered something, which startled the tiger demon so much that he broke out in a cold sweat again.

"Weren't two important figures supposed to be here? Where's the other one?"

"He is the current Demon King!" The tiger demon glanced around and whispered in a low voice, seemingly extremely wary.

"I've heard that the new king is eccentric and unpredictable, and he doesn't leave anyone in the Dijiang Cave. There are also rumors that his original appearance was ugly and he didn't want outsiders to see him."

"Heh, interesting, the demon race still cares about these things."

Lu Zhaozhao sneered, turned around and took a step.

The tiger demon cautiously raised its eyes, only to see a desolate wasteland before it.

"Where is he?" He scratched his head, somewhat confused.

Lu Zhaozhao used her movement technique to move swiftly; it seemed she had to go to the Ming Palace.

Lu Zhaozhao thought to herself: Perhaps this is the opportunity for me to go back.

"Halt! Are you a demon or a monster?" a demon in armor shouted.

Lu Zhaozhao glanced at the city wall behind him, on which were engraved the two large, flamboyant characters "Ming Palace," and then looked down at the demon blocking her way. A plan came to mind.

"Can't you understand me?! Don't block the way! Who do you think you are?!"

The demon army in front of him raised their voice impatiently.

Lu Zhaozhao removed her veil, revealing a withered and emaciated face. Blood lines spread from her neck to her eye sockets. Even among the demons, such an appearance was extremely frightening.

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and dry: "I am a member of the Nüba clan. I have come to the city to guard the Ming Palace."

The Nüba are a race that has existed since the birth of the demon race. They hold a noble status but live in a remote corner and rarely go out.

Tough, aloof, and ugly are the perfect qualities to borrow an identity.

Sure enough, the people around her, who had been gossiping after seeing her face hidden behind a veil, immediately fell silent upon hearing the words "Nüba".

Even the demon army blocking their way bowed respectfully and made way for them.

Lu Zhaozhao glanced around, put her veil back on, and walked through the city gate.

After entering the city, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had learned this disguise technique casually when she was bored, and this was the first time she had used it. She was afraid of making a mistake and being discovered, but fortunately, her skills were good enough, and she entered safely.

Now that we've made progress, we should plan carefully.

She walked slowly around the main street.

Although demons live in the western region, their pace of life is not much different from that of humans.

Demons and monsters roam the streets, and various shops line the roadside, their cries of vendors filling the air—but one must ignore what they sell.

For example, the man in front of me, whose breed I don't know but who I can tell is a butcher, has several fat, big-eared pig demons hanging above his shop, with blood still gushing out.

For example, there was the glamorous woman selling rouge across from him. The rouge on the shop looked brightly colored, but the rouge box she was handling behind her was made of bloody fur.

Lu Zhaozhao swallowed hard under the veil, feeling somewhat nauseous.

The rouge-selling demoness caught sight of Lu Zhaozhao, noticing her figure resembled a woman's, and began to solicit business.

"Young lady, would you be interested in seeing my rouge? It's good for beauty and skincare!" The enchantress swayed her serpentine waist as she approached, her voice sweet and drawn out.

Lu Zhaozhao chuckled: "Your Rouge can't fix my face."

"Oh dear, you really underestimate me." The succubus smiled insincerely, making a move to lift the veil. "My Rouge, that's..."

Her words stopped as she continued with her hand movements.

The veil was lifted, revealing a horrifying face.

The succubus paused for a moment, then regained her composure, casually putting down the veil and chuckling, "It's not like there's no other way!"

"Yeah?"

"Of course! I have quite a few good leathers here. Pick one you like, and I'll give you a 20% discount."

The succubus covered her mouth and winked at Lu Zhaozhao.

"Is it the same as yours?" Lu Zhaozhao lowered her head and whispered in her ear.

The succubus beside him stiffened, turned her head abruptly, her neck cracking, and the fake smile on her face vanished instantly. However, she did so so quickly that her skin couldn't keep up, making it look like a forced, insincere smile.

The butcher, who was not far away, laughed loudly: "Thirteen Sister, your skin isn't good enough either, you were found out so easily."

The succubus straightened up, put her hands on her hips, and spat at him: "That's still better than you, you half-demon!"

The butcher slammed his cleaver on the table, ready to argue with her.

The demoness known as Thirteen Lady rolled her eyes, clearly not wanting to pay any more attention to her.

After this disturbance, the tense atmosphere dissipated.

Thirteen Sister continued with her fake smile, saying, "Young lady, don't listen to that brute's nonsense. My skin won't change even if the wind and rain come!"

Lu Zhaozhao lowered her eyes and thought for a while before asking, "Can you make this leather the way I want it?"

"Of course!" Thirteen Sister's high-pitched voice almost cracked as she replied, "It's just a matter of making a couple of cuts, and I guarantee it will be exactly what you want!"

As he spoke, he pulled Lu Zhaozhao to the front of the shop, took out a sheepskin and a blood-stained brush, and said ingratiatingly, "Please paint here, sir."

Lu Zhaozhao took the brush, paused for a moment, and then began to draw.

The painting was finished in no time. Thirteen Sister twirled the sheepskin with her delicate fingers and clicked her tongue, saying, "The face painted by the guest is really beautiful. I'll make it for you right away."

As she spoke, she swayed her hips and walked backward, muttering that she would try changing the skin again tomorrow.

She took out a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wing, made a few cuts on it with a knife, soaked it in water, and occasionally picked it up to admire it.

Lu Zhaozhao left a bear skin as an exchange and put on Thirteen Niang's skin in return.

A gust of wind blew by, and the veil of the veil was slightly lifted, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Lu Zhaozhao's in the real world.