Clumps of imperial and ghostly fluids were delivered.

Besides the monsters led by Feng Zhengzhong, the spirits also voluntarily brought 90% of the Ghost Flow Essence. When they put down the treasures that they were willing to fight for with their lives, they all bowed their heads in unison to show their respect for Feng Zhengzhong.

They are either monsters.

They may be spirits or ghosts.

They are not human.

But having been born and raised in the East, they loved this land deeply. Regardless of whether they were usually close to the Demon Slayer Corps or harbored particular resentment towards those in uniform, at this moment, they all felt an unparalleled reverence for Fang Zong from the bottom of their hearts.

Soon, the sky began to lighten.

The moon had already set below the horizon, the sun had risen, and the wind was blowing right up to Fang Zong's side. Seeing that Fang Zong had fully recovered and was absorbing supernatural powers, the wind couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"You're fully recovered already?" Feng Zhengzhong exclaimed in surprise.

"You're fully recovered," Fang Zong nodded, patted the little yellow cat's head, and smiled, "Everyone's been busy all night, so why don't I treat everyone to a simple meal?"

"Of course it's our treat!"

Fang Zong was still at the sixth level of the skill realm, but Feng Zhengzhong's attitude was very respectful: "To be honest, Brother Thug, I come from the South China Sea, far from the reach of the emperor. I used to complain that those in uniform didn't do anything practical, but today's matter..."

"I can't speak for others, but you, the suit-wearing thug, truly protected our country. If it weren't for your desperate actions, Thanos would have stolen the Imperial Dew from Taiwan, and we would probably have suffered countless casualties."

Feng Zhengzhong sighed, "This time you're not acting for the living, but for demons and ghosts. Really, I used to look down on the Ghost Slayers, but..."

"I understand."

Fang Zong interrupted Feng Zhengzhong directly, and said sincerely, "Monsters, ghosts, living people... I know that there is a resurgence of ghost energy and spiritual energy now, and in the future there may be all sorts of evil energy and demonic energy, but no matter what kind of creatures are vying for hegemony over the world, we all grew up on this land, right? To secure internal stability, we must first deal with external threats. It doesn't matter if our family fights to the death, but we cannot let outsiders touch a single hair on our head!"

"good!"

"Well said!"

"Let's drink and get drunk tonight! Just because of what our thug boss said, we won't leave until we're completely drunk!"

The monsters and spirits cheered loudly, holding hands or putting their arms around each other's shoulders as they went downstairs.

Downstairs was a three-star restaurant, and they were too lazy to find a better one. Dozens of powerful figures booked the entire place, which made the three-star restaurant shine.

The atmosphere was lively, with toasts and laughter filling the air.

Drink for three days straight, and don't leave until you're completely drunk!

October 2, 2019.

National Day!

Last night it rained continuously, but thanks to the Emperor's Dew, the dark clouds over the entire Eastern Kingdom dissipated. Although it was still a bit damp the next morning, it was also much cooler.

While Fang Zong and his companions, demons, and ghosts were eating and drinking, some unusual situations arose throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom.

In the morning, the first people to wake up in this city are the milkmen and garbage collectors. In the faint morning light, Old Zhang, a sanitation worker, saw a person lying asleep by the roadside. Judging from his clothes, he was obviously not a homeless person, but another guy who had been drunk the night before.

[Should I wake him up?] Old Zhang thought to himself: [Luckily, the autumn air isn't too strong yet, otherwise, if he slept on the street all night, he'd probably end up in the hospital.]

Old Zhang was a very kind person. Fearing that the other person might really be sick, he hurried over. He found that the person's upper body was submerged in the shadow of the building. Even when he went over and tugged hard, the other person did not react at all.

Old Zhang pushed and shoved a few more times, but found that the other party did not move, revealing the magnificent gold watch on his wrist.

Old Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up. The poverty he experienced warmed his heart, but he forcefully suppressed his greed and grabbed the man, saying, "Wake up! You can't sleep here, really, wake up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Zhang suddenly froze.

The man raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, shrouded in mist and clouds, as if they filled the entire fairyland.

He was exceptionally handsome, and when he curled the corners of his mouth, it was a smile that was both alluringly wicked and incredibly righteous.

"The difficulty in cultivating immortality lies in establishing the foundation for immortality; when the time comes, one's true nature will be revealed."

Food and sex cannot sway a gentleman's nature, but money can easily tempt a petty person's heart.

Who is without fear of death? Love and hate are two separate things.

"To become an immortal, one must forget oneself; if my heart does not die, there is no way to attain the Dao."

"Lu Dongbin greets you." The man recited a poem and then said softly to Old Zhang: "Upon waking up one day, I found the world turned upside down, the sun and moon revolving. At a glance, I saw mortals filled with evil thoughts. Fortunately, a divine light descended, allowing this humble Taoist to re-enter the gate of supernatural powers. Should I save the world, or save myself?"

He slightly raised his hand, and several stacks of banknotes flew out from his chest and landed in Old Zhang's hand.

"Mundane thing, mortal thing, useless from now on. Considering your steadfast heart and sincere intentions, I bestow upon you this humble gift. It's a pity you lack spiritual roots and are already old enough to enter the gates of immortals... Wait? A ghost-slaying team? A great general? Ghost energy resurgence?"

Lu Dongbin paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, lifted his foot onto a white cloud, and began to climb and walk away.

He had just taken off when a cold light suddenly shot down from below. He picked it up and saw that it was a cell phone, a very high-end one with a projector. When he turned it on, it opened a video chat group.

There were many people in the chat group. When the projector was turned on, it was densely packed with people, all of whom had extraordinary appearances.

Some were even mountain spirits or wild monsters, and some rode the clouds, just like him, treading on clouds.

"Those who are dominant in this life, move your projection to the left. That's right, just move the projection with your hand, just like using a mobile phone touch screen. Those who were dominant in the past life, move the projection to the right. Also, those who are dominant in this life but don't want to join the demon-slaying team and want to help the gods fight for supremacy, should also move to the right."

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