There are at least tens of thousands of people queuing outside today, but only ten will be let in this time. At this level of screening, the Demon Lord will only see a hundred or so people at most.
"Hey, young man, what a coincidence!" The older brother, carrying a large hen, appeared once again.
The hen in his arms continued to cluck incessantly, and the two of them together were making a terrible racket.
"You passed too?" Li Geyue had no choice but to reply, managing to force a reasonably friendly expression.
His brain is really not working properly right now.
"The guards actually took a liking to a hen that lays golden eggs!" Miao Miao exclaimed first.
Brother Chicken scratched his head. "I don't know either, they just let me in."
"I think this big hen is great. Even if we don't keep it to lay eggs, it would be delicious to kill it and make soup."
"It seems that the guy who wanted to send the puppet didn't pass the review." Miao Miao looked around but didn't see that annoying figure.
That's a good thing, otherwise he might have come to target them again.
Moreover, it at least prevented Ji Mofan from becoming a drug addict.
That's a good thing... I guess.
Once a group of people had gathered, a maid from the Demon Palace came out and politely invited the group in the hall to continue inside.
Those present immediately stopped their whispering and followed the maid obediently through the equally lavishly decorated corridor, all the way into the true main hall of the Demon Palace.
The huge and magnificent palace was empty, and the black floor was smooth but almost non-reflective.
A soft carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the central throne, which was adorned with jewels, and a person was lying across it in a rather unseemly manner.
Yes, lying horizontally.
He had his legs propped up on one armrest and his neck resting on the other armrest, and was dangling berries into his mouth one by one.
The man looked quite young, and there was not a trace of the aura of someone in a superior position about him; all he had was youthful vigor.
But no one looked down on the young man because of this. After the maid stepped forward to pay her respects and call him "Your Excellency," everyone else knelt down in the hall.
Ji Mofan suddenly stood out among the crowd.
The Demon Lord on the high platform ate the last berry on the plate before slowly sitting up straight.
He immediately spotted Ji Mofan, who stood out from the crowd, raised his eyebrows, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes.
“That righteous path,” he pointed, “take off your straw hat.”
Jimo Fan did not move.
The demonic energy suddenly rushed towards them, and the hurricane whipped up everyone's clothes and hair, leaving everyone disheveled. Only the maid at the front remained kneeling upright.
Several feathers were blown out of the hen in Brother Chicken's arms.
Miao Miao's raincoat also had a lot of straw blown away.
Ji Mofan's bamboo hat was blown off, and the thin veil, as light and water, lightly passed over his shoulder and slowly fell to the ground.
He lifted his eyelids and turned his gaze to the person on the high platform.
Tsk, it's been so long since he's been the one being looked up to; it's rare to see him having to look up at someone else.
He had never formally interacted with the Demon Lord in either his past or present life. He only knew that this person was named Xiao Wangyan, who had ruled the Demon Realm for countless years and whose prestige among demon cultivators was unparalleled.
His strength is undoubtedly that of the leader of the demonic path. He has probably already broken through the Great Ascension stage and is now just one step away from ascension to the True Immortal realm.
Xiao Wangyan beckoned with his finger.
The Immortal-Locking Chain immediately slipped from Li Geyue's hand, but he couldn't even move a finger. The demonic pressure was so intense that he couldn't even tremble.
Sweat dripped down his hair, splashing onto the ground in a small, dark flower pattern.
Ji Mofan felt an uncomfortable force enveloping him, and then his body floated up uncontrollably. His vision blurred for a moment, and he sat directly in Xiao Wangyan's chair.
The chain around her waist was tugged.
"This thing is quite nice." Xiao Wangyan simply moved his finger, and the demonic runes written by Li Geyue on it were easily erased.
Ji Mofan felt his spiritual energy flow smoothly around him for a moment, but then it was suppressed again.
This time, unlike Li Geyue's gentle power, it was much more aggressive.
It was as if someone had tainted his mind; discomfort permeated every inch of his being.
He could barely control his instincts and struggled to escape.
The dark demonic runes climbed back up the metal chain; although they had no temperature, they seemed capable of burning his skin.
It was a clash between chaotic demonic energy and clear spiritual energy, and his body was subconsciously rejecting the power of the demonic cultivator.
Ji Mofan gritted his teeth.
"You, I am very satisfied with the congratulatory gift you sent." Xiao Wangyan's interest seemed to linger on Ji Mofan for only a moment before he casually pointed and had the maid take Li Geyue out to receive the reward.
He tossed the person aside and went to look at the things that others had brought.
But his grip on one end of the Immortal-Locking Chain did not loosen in the slightest.
Moreover, the angle was neither too high nor too low, which was quite awkward. Ji Mofan couldn't stand up straight, and if he wanted to make his posture less awkward, he had to sit in Xiao Wangyan's lap.
Leaving aside his subjective feelings of liking or disliking Xiao Wangyan, since they had only met for the first time today, it was too early to make any judgments.
Just the thought of his overflowing demonic aura made Ji Mo Fan not want to get close at all.
It's truly disgusting on a physiological level.
The selection of guards for the Demon Palace took several hours, but when it came to Xiao Wangyan, he dismissed everyone in less than ten sentences.
All that remains is the prosperity of Jimo, and...
The big hen that Brother Chicken brought over.
...Ji Mofan felt that he had gradually become less concerned about other people's opinions, but he still felt a little uncomfortable about being placed on the same level as a hen that lays golden eggs.
"What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, the Immortal Locking Chain around his waist was yanked, causing Ji Mofan some pain as he was dragged to stand in front of Xiao Wangyan.
His neck was gripped, and an unsettling demonic aura clung to his skin, making every cell in his body scream for escape.
Ji Mofan didn't move, but merely lifted his eyelids to look at Xiao Wangyan.
"I was wondering if you have some hidden illness," he said.
That's practically a blatant insult, like someone is sick.
"As expected of a prodigy from the righteous path, even in this predicament, he still has the time to spout threats and gain verbal advantage." Xiao Wangyan's smile widened, and he pressed down harder on the back of his neck.
It was as if he was trying to force Ji Mofan to bow his head in front of him, but Ji Mofan kept his back straight and stared at him without moving.
"Do I have any hidden ailments? You can try it yourself later, won't you?" Xiao Wangyan's eyes were curved, and just by looking at his expression, one would think he was a very kind person.
"Little Zhengdao, do you know what a furnace/cauldron means?"
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