Ye Shang had the best position; not only was it high, but it was also close, so he could see much more clearly as animals kept coming towards him.
The only thing they have in common is that... everyone who is transformed into a human form is good-looking. Every single one of them is ugly, and even the bird-man who first appeared has particularly delicate and three-dimensional features.
But they all look different; they are all different kinds of beauty, with all sorts of different types.
These races really are... all they care about is looks, right?
Soon after, an exquisite sedan chair covered in silk flew down and landed on a large, spacious platform in front of them.
The sedan chair stopped in the center, and after a short while, an old man got out.
The old man had a white, inverted triangular beard and two large ram's horns coiled like mosquito coils on his head.
It was obvious; he was an old man with a goat, dressed in pure white silk, leaning on a cane, his eyes filled with sharp wisdom.
He coughed lightly, then said in a volume that all the demons could hear: "As we all know, next year is the selection ceremony for the Demon King of our demon realm. This time, the Demon King has risen to the throne directly through his own efforts, so we must be cautious and prudent."
The old goat glanced around and continued, "If any family has the best-nurtured descendant, they can come and let me know. If not, each race must send one. Otherwise, the Demon King will have no demons to choose from, and we can't let him lose face."
Everyone knows the legend of how the Demon King rose to power; it's simply that he appeared out of nowhere, killed the previous Demon King, and took the throne.
But I've heard that the Demon King is ruthless, killing demons as easily as slicing vegetables, and killing them at the slightest provocation.
Hiss—thinking about it this way, no family would really want to send their best junior to such a place. What if they angered the Demon King and got killed? Where would their hard-earned junior go to cry?
For a moment, the demons looked at each other, but no one spoke.
The old man with the goat wasn't in a hurry; he simply raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.
He continued, "Don't worry, as long as you are chosen by the Demon King, you will have access to cultivation resources. I heard that the new Demon King has received a lot of resources from the previous Demon Kings, so you can all consider it carefully."
All the demons: ......
They were now in a dilemma, both envious of others' resources and afraid of their abilities. They even wondered if they could just give out resources directly instead of choosing concubines.
If Ye Shang knew what they were thinking, he would just roll his eyes in exasperation. What kind of daydreams are they having? They're both cowardly and daring. Even farting is more practical than what they're saying.
The Demon King wasn't stupid. How could someone who could kill the previous Demon King and take the throne be stupid? These demons' eyes were filled with all sorts of emotions: fear, greed, jealousy, and envy, but they could only suppress them steadily.
If you want to be selected, you have to put in a lot of effort, but if you are not selected, it is a pity to waste those resources, as if a cooked duck has flown away from the pot.
The birdman standing not far away said to another birdman resembling an eagle, "I wonder if my niece will be selected. Sigh, it's quite a dilemma. The high priest's words are a bit creepy."
The eagle-man next to him replied, "Let my second daughter try it out. It would be her good fortune if she were chosen. The family's resources can't keep up, but if she can gain the Demon King's favor, she can get a lot of resources to help her cultivate into human form as soon as possible."
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