Chapter 111: Fighting to Become a Magic Envoy

“Ouch!”

Anno condemned:

"Why are you pinching me?"

"I was wondering why it didn't hurt, it turns out I pinched the wrong person..."

Nan Wang silently moved his hand from An Nuo's thigh to his own thigh and pinched it hard.

It hurts a lot.

The kind that makes me cry.

Nan Wang sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "It's actually true, I thought I was dreaming..."

An Nuo approached Nan Wang and put his head on Nan Wang's shoulder. The devil whispered, "I'm not dreaming. You are the Demon Lord now!"

"No, I don't believe it. Something must be wrong."

Nan Wang looked at the people around him with his last hope, hoping that someone had realized the problem like him.

The good news is, just as Nan Wang had expected, there was indeed a lot of sighing on the field.

There are quite a few monks present today, several hundred people, but compared to the entire demon territory, this number is not that many.

The venue provided by the Seven Sins Cult was not big enough to accommodate too many people, so from the very beginning, the Seven Sins Cult strictly limited the number of people from each sect who could attend.

As a close sect of the Seven Sins Sect, the Demon Sect was granted some special privileges, but even so, only thirty or forty people came.

Among the monks present, a small number of them looked heavy-hearted and remained silent after seeing the results, as if they had known that this would happen. But most of them, after the results came out, looked at each other in confusion and had no idea what was going on.

But to say that I know absolutely nothing, that’s not quite the case.

At least they know the voting rules.

Ordinary monks, except the leader, can only cast one vote.

All the votes added together didn't even reach a thousand.

These votes are nothing compared to the 500,000 votes for "Nanwang".

Obviously, those 500,000 votes were not cast by them at all, but by higher-level figures - their respective leaders.

The game of chess and the exchange of interests between the religious leaders... they were not clear about it.

The result at this moment was so abnormal that it actually showed a hint of terrifying rationality.

Any monk with any brains would not dare to act rashly at this juncture, and could only discuss the matter in a low voice with his friends in private.

However, it is impossible for all the hundreds of people present to have a brain, so there are naturally some monks without brains.

"Who is this Nan Wang? I've never heard of him before!"

Discordant voices arose and soon spread throughout the venue.

Nan Wang gritted his teeth, stood up from his chair, and shouted, "I am Nan Wang!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes on the field were focused on him.

The demon cultivator who raised the question also stood up. After Nan Wang stood up, he met that man's eyes.

The next second, Nan Wang took a breath of cool air.

This is such a coincidence, he has seen the demon cultivator who was speaking before!

It was the demon cultivator he had seen in the small pavilion at the door before!

The demon cultivator also recognized Nan Wang and was speechless for a moment.

Nan Wang exhaled deeply and asked, "Who did you vote for?"

The demon cultivator picked up his token and took a look at it. He was speechless again and stammered, "I, I, someone just said that he would give me a high-quality spirit stone to buy my vote, so I voted. I didn't even pay attention to who I voted for..."

There was a burst of laughter.

All the cultivators could see that there were two big characters "Nanwang" written on the demon cultivator's token.

——This person voted for Nan Wang, but now he jumps out to question who Nan Wang is.

——I’m afraid you’re not here to make people laugh.

The demon cultivator hesitated for a while and was unable to make any clear statement. The fellow disciple sitting next to him quickly stood up, apologized to everyone, and pulled him back to his seat.

At this point, Nan Wang was the only one left standing on the field.

Nan Wang said to everyone with sweat all over his forehead: "I, I am Nan Wang, but I am only one of the hall masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and my cultivation level is only at the level of Qi Refining. Today I just followed the Sect Master to join in the fun. This vote may be a little questionable..."

"Everyone, please be patient."

A voice interrupted Nanwang's words.

Tong Yan suddenly appeared in the center of the venue, and no one knew how he did it.

While attracting everyone's attention, he took over the conversation naturally: "There is no problem with the vote. Among the people present, the only one who is qualified to sit in that position is him."

Nan Wang was anxious: "Wait a minute, Master, are you mistaken somewhere..."

Tong Yan glanced at him and then added: "It's just that he doesn't have a clear understanding of his own abilities yet, and he needs some time to hone them. I am willing to assist him and help him master the power of the Demon Lord as soon as possible."

Nan Wang was confused and could only bite the bullet and reply, "Master, please stop flattering me. Don't you know what I am capable of? How can I be the Demon Lord? The position of the Demon Lord should belong to you..."

"That's wrong."

Another voice rang out, interrupting Nan Wang's words.

Nan Wang turned his head stiffly and met Wu Ge's smiling face.

As a strong contender for the Demon Lord, Wu Ge was naturally present today. Besides him, there were also many people from the Ghost Corpse Cult.

Wu Ge said: "If the voting results can be changed at will, there will be no need to hold future elections. Wouldn't it be better to just change it to a Zen system?"

Almost all the well-known demon cult leaders are present in today's election of the Demon Lord. About one-third of them are on good terms with the Heavenly Demon Cult, and the remaining two-thirds are not on good terms with them but are not hostile either. The very few enemies are supporters of Wu Ge from the Ghost Corpse Cult.

Now, the two influential leaders spoke one after another, and immediately the wavering demons understood what was going on.

Many people expressed their opinions:

"Master Wu Ge is right."

"Everyone knows what happened to this ticket."

"There is no rule that prohibits buying tickets. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy it."

"No problem. I can swear on my heart that the decision is absolutely fine."

"It's so funny. Who still remembers the Demon Talisman Competition..."

"Long live the Southern Demon Lord!"

Wu Ge waved his hand, and the voices of the crowd suddenly became much quieter.

He turned his head, met Tong Yan's unfriendly gaze, and said slowly:

"In the past, after the election of the Demon Lord, three Demon Envoys would be appointed to serve. It is natural that Master Tong is new here and does not know the rules. It seems that the position of Demon Envoy is still a bit lacking with only Master Tong. I am not talented enough, but I am willing to do my best."

Tong Yan's eyes twitched.

Naturally, he didn't want Wu Ge to interfere at all, but in the matter of the demon messenger, Wu Ge was the one who was right. If he objected, it would seem that he didn't know the importance of the matter and didn't know what was good for him.

"Master Wu Ge is a man of foresight. I am ashamed of myself."

"Thank you for the award, thank you for the award. I hope that in the future I can work together with Master Tong and shoulder the responsibilities of a demon envoy together."

The confrontation between the two leaders shocked others...

All cultivators who have stayed in the Northern Territory for a long time know that the Demon Lord has to be re-elected every now and then, because the demon clan cannot do without the Demon Lord, but the Demon Envoy is different.

It is not necessary to appoint magic envoys, and there is no strict limit on their number. The previous Demon Lord had only one magic envoy - the leader of the Hehuan religion, who had been having an affair with him for a long time, and who naturally became his magic envoy after he was elected Demon Lord.

At least for Tong Dongyang, his magic messenger is just another way of writing furnace.

A demon entrustor not only has to serve the Demon Lord and protect his safety, but can also directly participate in many of his decisions. Logically speaking, the higher the level of cultivation, the higher the status, the better.

However, the problem is that the higher the level of cultivation a person has, the less willing he is to submit to others.

Two candidates are competing against each other. Will the losing candidate willingly become the magic user of the winning candidate?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

A situation like today's, where two late Yuanying period leaders competed to serve as the magic envoys of a Qi-refining period demon king, was something that no one present had ever heard of.

Something that seemed outrageous just by imagining it was actually happening right before their eyes.

This is... too exciting.

The smart monks have already started to inquire about the relationship between these three people. Even the monks who are not so smart have sensed that something is wrong.

"Am I dreaming? Am I crazy?"

"Are we choosing the Demon Lord?"

"Well, do you know about the Magic Talisman Competition? It's not surprising if you know..."

"I've heard that heroes love beauty more than power, but this is the first time I've seen someone who doesn't love power but still wants to fight for a position."

"It's so shocking. I'm stunned by it."

"Does anyone dare to take a photo... I don't dare, but I want to see it later."

"Exciting, so exciting."

Ever since Tong Yan and Wu Ge started fighting, Nan Wang had no chance to get a word in.

He just watched the two of them talking to each other, and it was decided that he would be elected as the Demon Lord.

Some even vied to be his magic envoy.

Nanwang was already in a big trouble, and after being provoked by these two people who had no idea what was going on, his mentality suddenly collapsed:

"Who wants you to be demon envoys? I don't agree!"

The worst that could happen to this Demon Lord is that he will just stay like that for two days and wait and see. However, there must be something wrong when things are not normal. These two people insist on being his demon servants, but he doesn't agree. Let's see what they have to say!

Tong Yan and Wu Ge’s faces froze and they turned around to look at Nan Wang at the same time.

One was a pitiful look, the other was a confident look that determined that he would change his mind.

The former is Tong Yan and the latter is Wu Ge.

Seeing this, Nanwang shook his head even more firmly and said, "I don't need a magic messenger."

"Hahahaha, the matter of the demon envoy is of great importance. How could our leader be seduced by these little tricks?"

A mournful voice suddenly sounded, and the person who appeared was Nan Wang’s old friend—Yan Sui’an!

Yan Sui'an took a deep breath, and amid Nan Wang's desperate shouts and horrified eyes, he revealed the deepest secret:

"Everyone, this 'Nanwang' you see is the new leader of our Hehuan Sect! The leader came to the Tianmo Sect to learn spells, and because of the sect's feelings, he has not said much, but now, there is no need to hide it anymore!"

Nanwang: “…”

Crazy.

Everybody's gone mad, everybody's gone mad.