"Bullshit! The main city hasn't issued any instructions to the outside world for the past few months," Yu Ji shouted.
Not only Yu Ji, but everyone else echoed his sentiments.
They've been busy with their own affairs for the past few months, so they haven't had time to care about anyone else.
Ji Mofan's gaze swept around, but finally settled on Wu Qi.
Regardless of whether this person is trustworthy or not...
But for Jimo Fan now, he is definitely the easiest to communicate with.
“Everyone has been busy fighting amongst themselves for the past few months,” Wu Qi said. “There are 28 people, and each of them has to come up with a competition method to determine the candidate who is qualified to succeed the Demon Lord.”
Ji Mo Fan felt that this matter seemed so unbelievable.
Even if you add two more zeros to the twenty-eight people, it still wouldn't compare to the number of people who registered for this Immortal Cultivation World's Dao Inquiry Conference.
With so many people involved, the Dao Asking Tournament was able to conclude smoothly within five days, not only determining the eight people on the Heaven and Earth Ranking but also the Hundred Famous Scholars Ranking.
Surely the efficiency of the Demon Realm can't be that much slower?
Upon receiving Ji Mofan's questioning gaze, Wu Qi coughed, "Our project is rather... diverse."
"Everyone believes that in order to be a good Demon Lord, in addition to combat strength being an important factor, other qualities must also be considered."
"Otherwise, if the cultivation world has all sorts of strange and unusual techniques, it would be troublesome if we only had our fists left."
Upon hearing this, Ji Mo Fan's eyes widened in disbelief.
Is this the thought process of a demonic cultivator?
"May I ask you something?" He couldn't help but interrupt Wu Qi, "Who exactly were you before you came to the Demon Realm to become a Demon General?"
“He used to be one of your cultivation world members as well,” Yu Ji said.
The origins of each of the Twenty-Eight Demon Generals are hardly a secret among themselves.
It can be fake, but it cannot be nonexistent.
“I used to be a disciple of the Xiaoling Sect,” Wu Qi said. “You should be very familiar with it.”
Ji Mofan blinked.
He exclaimed, "This person feels so familiar!"
He had just parted ways with Li Jinchu a second ago, and now he had run into someone who gave off a similar vibe. It would be strange if he didn't recognize him!
"It's alright, you can continue." Ji Mofan waved his hand.
His brain was receiving too much information, and he didn't even notice that his tired voice had forgotten to use honorifics.
However, no one at the scene bothered him.
Ji Mo Fan learned from Wu Qi about the absurd experiences of the Twenty-Eight Demon Generals over the past four months.
For example, they felt that the Demon Lord should have the ability to appear in various places at any time to solve problems, so everyone used their own unique abilities to play orienteering in the Demon Palace;
For example, it is believed that the Demon Lord wants to control the finances and military power of the entire Demon Realm, so the competition is to test everyone's ability to multitask at the same time.
For example, considering that the Demon Lord should have the influence to command everyone in the Demon Realm, everyone gathered together to debate, and the person who could bring the most people to their point of view won...
The above are still within the normal scope of competition. As the competition progresses, people can't come up with any competition standards, and the things used as competition events become more and more bizarre.
The Demon Lord receives many birthday gifts every year, so he holds a competition to identify treasures.
The Demon Lord selected maids who were all beautiful in their own way, so he held a beauty contest.
The Demon Lord needed to have strong arithmetic skills, so a competition was held to see who could memorize the multiplication table faster...
Ji Mo Fan roughly understood why they had been agonizing over this for several months.
Because the competition events these people participate in are simply beyond the comprehension of normal people.
Putting everything else aside, just considering the aesthetics of the competition, it would be one thing if everyone went to a clothing store to pick out an outfit and then had others vote and rate it.
Even starting with measuring fabric for tailoring, it's not entirely incomprehensible.
But they actually started by spinning thread and weaving cloth?
This is more than just abnormal; it's downright mental instability!
Moreover, since all the competition methods were proposed by the twenty-eight demon generals, each person basically chose the one they were best at, playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses.
As a result, after four months, everyone had their wins and losses, and no one was able to stand out.
Ji Mo Fan was truly speechless at their behavior.
If these people really become the leaders of the Demon Realm, even a righteous cultivator like him will have to worry about the future of the Demon Realm.
However, thinking back to when Xiao Wangyan was the leader, the atmosphere in the Demon Realm didn't seem to be much better.
Thinking about Jimo Fan makes me feel better.
However, although he had called Xiao Wangyan "father" countless times, both openly and secretly, he was now reluctant to admit that he had any relationship with him.
Let whoever wants to clean up this mess do it.
"Stop fighting amongst yourselves." Ji Mofan sighed. "Your house has been robbed."
“Since he’s already stolen it, we don’t care if he steals one or two more,” Wu Qi said.
He not only spoke in a calm tone, but even pulled up a chair and sat down, looking as if he was ready for a heart-to-heart talk. "Tell me first, what exactly have you been through during this period of time?"
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes.
However, he did not refute Wu Qi's words.
He omitted the conflict between Xiao Wangyan and Qu Jin, and went straight to his own experience on the border of the cultivation world, recounting in detail his journey to the main city.
In the cultivation world, two intertwined figures could still be barely seen, but in the heart of the demon realm, even the best eyesight couldn't penetrate the thick fog to see what was happening in the distance.
“Someone deliberately cut off our communication with the outside world,” Wu Qi said, “and then took the opportunity to seize control of the entire Demon Realm.”
Ji Mofan's eyes darkened, and he nodded.
In fact, the person he suspects most so far is this Wu Qi.
Everyone was surprised by Ji Mofan's arrival.
Only Wu Qi seemed to know from the beginning that Ji Mo Fan would come knocking on his door.
Even if he wasn't the mastermind, he was at least someone in the know.
"How can that be? Wouldn't we be putting in all this effort for nothing, with everyone else taking all the credit?"
"The game is paused. I need to go and deal with those unruly kids in my family."
"If you leave, that's considered a defeat without a fight..."
"If you're so capable, then guard the main city and don't go back. Let's see if the entire Demon Realm will still exist by then."
The group stayed in the Demon Realm earlier because they didn't know what was happening outside.
But now that they've come to their senses, they're running faster than if they were being chased by a dog.
Strands of black demonic energy drifted outwards, and in the end, only two figures sitting opposite each other remained in the vast palace.
"General Wu Qi, aren't you going to visit your own fiefdom?" Ji Mo Fan looked at his empty desktop.
Tsk, how did Xiao Wangyan choose this person? He's been here for so long, and all he's done is make him talk. There's not even a drop of water, let alone tea.
He had no choice but to take out teaware and tea leaves from his Qiankun bag and treat himself to a meal.
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