"How could that be? He's the Monkey King!"
Fang Zong felt a chill run down his spine. He had grown up listening to stories about the Great Sage since he was a child, and subconsciously he felt that the Great Sage was the most powerful.
What are the Jade Emperor and the Buddha? They just have a longer cultivation period. If the Great Sage could cultivate for that long, he could definitely kick over the Western Paradise and the Heavenly Court together!
“Dear Summoner,”
Ninth Sister spoke in a tone of disappointment: "Even if a monkey cultivates for 108,000 years, he still can't defeat the Heavenly Jade Pillar, a Dao artifact of the Dark Prison. I've already said that the Heavenly Jade Pillar is just food for you. Do you really think your foundation is inferior to that of a monkey?"
Fang Zong gave an awkward laugh: "...It's just a feeling..."
"If you keep underestimating yourself, do you believe I won't..."
"I believe in you and that we share the same bed."
"rogue!"
"Rogue! Villain! Bastard! Idiot..." Jiu Mei's mind was exploding wildly, but Fang Zong was too lazy to pay attention. He walked around the city with a drink in his hand, laughing as he did so.
He didn't know the name of the city yet, but in his eyes, the city was bathed in sunlight. Although there was still some ghostly energy reviving, it was scattered because no one was using it, and it couldn't block the midday sun at all.
"What a beautiful and peaceful city!"
Fang Zong sighed, ate at a roadside stall, and then, without turning a corner, entered a massage parlor that looked quite upscale. And you know, it was the legitimate kind, but it was also a bit of a shady business.
"You scoundrel! You scoundrel! You scoundrel!"
Ninth Sister, who had just stopped, started bombarding him again: "You're a public servant!"
Fang Zong: "I'm not!"
Ninth Sister retorted, "The Demon Slayer Corps is a public service organization!"
"Tch, the Demon Slayer Corps is a special organization. Do you know what a special organization is? It's the kind that the state doesn't recognize in public. Although it's recognized now, the organization hasn't changed, so I'm not a public official!"
After the massage, Fang Zong lay on the massage bed, eating fruit, and had a very in-depth discussion with Jiu Mei about public officials.
They had both forgotten about the 'massage' and were chatting away like two friends casually bickering and arguing...
"Fang Zong, come to headquarters immediately, it's urgent!" Suddenly, his phone rang, and he received a text message.
Fang Zong discovered it was a text message from Old Wang and immediately called back, but couldn't get through. He then called Wang Zhian, but the other party was busy and couldn't be reached. He was so frightened that he jumped up and shot his gaze out the window into the vast night sky.
It wasn't until half an hour into the flight that I realized—
"Ninth Sister, I think I forgot to pay."
Ninth Sister gloated: "Haha, what a waste! You actually got a free ride!"
"I didn't!"
You can't admit to this. First of all, it was just a massage that barely touched the surface. Secondly... Fang Zong wanted to call the ghost-slaying team over there to help pay for it, but after taking out his phone, he quickly put it back.
Never mind, we'll talk about it another time.
Having already flown eight thousand miles, there was no way back, so Fang Zong simply focused on flying and soon arrived in Shangjing City.
Upon arriving at the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps, they found that the usually busy public officials were nowhere to be seen, the modern facilities were completely silent, and there was no trace of anyone in the exquisite and expansive pavilions and towers behind them.
As he walked in, his figure flickered continuously, and when he reached the lobby, the light suddenly shone brightly!
"Welcome, Captain-General of the Demon Slayer Corps!" someone laughed loudly; the voice was very familiar.
Fang Zong looked in the direction of the voice and found it was You Mingfeng—he hadn't seen You Mingfeng in a long time, and had heard that he was in seclusion.
"I emerged from seclusion this time with the third transformation of my supernatural powers, and I thought I could surpass you, but..."
Youmingfeng was a true swordsman, still possessing that indomitable spirit, yet his attitude towards Fang Zong was unlike that towards ordinary opponents. He stepped forward and embraced Fang Zong, and then, in the vast hall spanning tens of thousands of square meters, lights illuminated various locations, revealing many familiar figures.
The generals were very busy. Last time, they were able to gather together for Fang Zong, which was already a great honor for him. This time, they really couldn't come in person, but they all sent their avatars to gather in the middle left and raise their cups to Fang Zong.
The others were all managers from the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Although they were not in positions of real power like branch chiefs or sub-branches, nor were they military officers, they were all present as the liaisons between the various affairs of the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Xiao Zong, you must take over as captain today. This old man really can't hold on any longer."
Old Wang walked over, his old face gleaming, but beneath his skin flowed a terrifying power that seemed almost uncontrollable and about to erupt: "My body is too old, it could explode at any moment and transform into a military spirit. Dragon Headless won't do, today you must take my place and become the captain of the Ghost Slayer Team."
Fang Zong: "...Is this the urgent matter you were talking about?"
Yes! It's urgent!
"But……"
Fang Zong had no desire to be the captain of the Ghost Killing Team.
He planned to focus on the City of No Tears once it was completed and the entire Loess Plateau had become a paradise on earth, so that it could become a vast city of millions where humans and ghosts could truly coexist harmoniously. The captain of the Ghost-Slaying Squad held a high position and great power, but that wasn't the kind of position he desired.
"You're still holding on, aren't you?" Fang Zong began to decline.
"You brat!"
Old Wang laughed and scolded, "Others would beg for this, and you're making excuses for the second time now!"
Fang Zong blinked: "Once is acceptable, twice is acceptable, but not a third time. We'll talk about it a third time!"
"Pfft!" The highest-ranking generals, who had been listening intently to the commotion, couldn't help but spray each other's wine all over their heads and faces.
Once, twice, but not three times? Since when did such a prestigious position as the captain of the Demon Slayer Corps require three deferrals before one can 'ascend the throne'?
They stood up laughing and instantly appeared beside Fang Zong, surrounding him. Old Wang had already had someone bring out a garment, embroidered with gold and silver threads, of exceptional craftsmanship, and styled as a fitted, one-piece trench coat. "Little Zong, you have to do it today, whether you like it or not." Old Wang unfolded the garment, forcibly pressing Fang Zong to put on this uniform representing the captain of the Ghost Slayer Squad.
"You've put a yellow robe on me! This is rebellion!" Fang Zong struggled.
"I won't do it! I won't do it! I have other things to do!" Fang Zong roared.
None of it mattered. He wasn't afraid of the avatars of the great generals, but Old Wang was the real person, and his peak strength as a being of the Transformation Realm completely overwhelmed him.
Just as he was about to be forced to take over, Wang Zhian suddenly rushed in from outside, his face beaming with ecstatic joy as he began to speak.
"Great news! Fantastic news!"
Wang Zhian shouted, but upon seeing the situation of being 'donned the yellow robe' before him, he quickly shut his mouth.
Old Wang glared at him: "Just say it."
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