The effect of high beam was undoubtedly shocking in the world of cultivation thousands of years ago.
For a moment, everyone in the hall widened their eyes, looking at the light that was brighter than the night pearl in disbelief, "What kind of magic weapon is this?"
"This is also made by Chang Yang." Jun Shu flashed his high beam and said calmly, "It's just a small thing. There's no need to make such a fuss."
Zhu Changyang's mouth twitched slightly.
Jun Ge's acting is still so superficial.
The expressions of everyone in the hall were indescribable, and they all had a common thought in their minds: Your Majesty is really good at pretending!
However, when they learned that the phonograph and high beam were actually made by Zhu Changyang, the envoys were surprised and suddenly understood why the Demon Lord attached so much importance to this little monk.
Some people even began to suspect that the Demon Lord brought this man back not because he was obsessed with sex, but because of the thing he created
That's really deep scheming.
The Demon Lord is worthy of being the Demon Lord, he really does everything step by step carefully!
Jun Shu had no idea what everyone was thinking. Feeling that he had shown off enough, he leisurely put away his high beams.
Seeing that the matter was about to be revealed, Dong Yaoyan, who was sitting in the front, suddenly stood up, saluted towards Jun Shu, and said stiffly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining the treasure, but we can't wait any longer. Please give us your order, when will we set out again to seize those righteous continents?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere that had finally eased became tense again.
Zhu Changyang couldn't help but feel a little strange.
It is understandable that other demon envoys want to send out an army. Dong Yaoyan knows very well that this is just an illusion. Even if she takes over the nine regions and eighteen continents, it will be nothing but a pipe dream and will have no meaning at all.
When I looked up, I saw that her expression was cold and her eyes were sharp, and it was obvious that she was extremely serious.
Zhu Changyang thought about it for a moment and quickly understood.
Dong Yaoyan inherited the identity of Dong Yao Demon Lord here, and was also influenced by the will of Dong Yao Demon Lord to a certain extent.
The lifelong pursuit of Demon Lord Dongyao is to expand the Demon Realm and invade the Nine Realms.
Jun Shu showed impatience: "You are so annoying."
Dong Yaoyan: “…”
How on earth was this person chosen as the Demon Lord by the Pi Shui Sword
No temperament at all!
Dong Yaoyan's heart sank, but she didn't give up. She continued angrily, "Your Majesty, this is not just my own wish, but also for the sake of my millions of people in the Demon Realm. It's snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and the Demon Realm doesn't have the good animal skins and food available like those righteous territories. It's so difficult for my people to survive the winter. Can you bear to watch your people suffer like this?"
The Demon Realm is like other continents, not everyone has a high level of realm.
Demon cultivation also emphasizes physique and talent, and many demons have only very low levels of cultivation throughout their entire lives.
When encountering extremely cold winter, it is difficult to resist with one's own physical constitution alone, and one has to rely on external objects such as animal skins, silk and straw to keep warm.
But the Demon Realm does not produce spiritual beasts, and even mortal beasts with thick fur are very rare. It is not like some mortal realms with pleasant climates where silkworms can be raised to produce silk.
This means that once winter comes, life for the demons becomes particularly difficult.
Millions of troops are actively trying to attack other continents. Apart from some people who are ambitious for power, most of them are here to seize supplies.
The demon army does have good equipment, but most demons have large families, and each of them has a wife, children and the elderly. If they want everyone to have enough food to survive the winter, it is far from enough to rely solely on the products produced in the Demon Realm.
This is the fundamental reason why the Demon Realm has been fighting with other places for so many years.
After waiting for a long time for the birth of a natural demon species, the demons naturally placed their hopes of changing the entire region on it.
Dong Yaoyan looked at Jun Shu steadily, emphasizing each word, "Your Majesty, why can those who are born on the right path enjoy the sacred mountains and sacred waters, while we have to guard the poor and evil land?"
Dong Yaoyan's words were stern and righteous, of course not entirely for the demon clan, but mainly because of the ambition of the Demon Lord Dong Yao.
But this sentence was very effective, like a switch, instantly awakening the voice in Jun Shu's mind.
"Are we, the demon race, born to live in this desolate land?"
"How can the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons be content with this?"
The chaotic memories are like a fire, which makes the blood boil, the sea of consciousness restless, and the innate ambition is ignited.
Jun Shu looked at everyone in the hall. The pairs of expectant eyes catalyzed the desire in his heart. His eyes turned a bloodthirsty red and he could hardly restrain his desire to kill.
Zhu Changyang felt something was not right. He looked sideways and found that Jun Shu's fingertips were trembling unconsciously, which was a sign of excitement.
He was slightly stunned and subconsciously pressed Jun Shu's finger.
Jun suddenly felt a familiar hand covering him, and instinctively held the other's hand with his backhand. The bloodshot in his eyes faded slightly, but his heart was still agitated. He said hesitantly, "I am a demon..."
Zhu Changyang: "I know."
Jun Shu suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head sharply to look at him, and said in surprise: "You..."
At this moment, there were suddenly the sounds of flapping wings and the sharp cries of birds outside the hall, followed by a loud noise and chaos among the demons.
"It's the crows. The crows are coming—"
"Damn it, these damned birds are so bold that they even dare to come here—"
"Quick, set up a protective formation and shoot them all!"
Jun suddenly paused, then stood up and walked out of the hall with Zhu Changyang. The other envoys quickly followed.
As he walked out of the palace, Zhu Changyang was suddenly shocked.
The sky above the square was filled with a kind of gray-white raptor, which was quite large, about the size of a wild duck. Its beak and claws were long and sharp, and could even leave scratches on the rocks.
The cry that Zhu Changyang heard when he first entered the Demon Realm yesterday was made by this kind of bird, which is called the Mang Ya in the Demon Realm.
Crows are naturally strong. A single crow is extremely ferocious, and their fighting power in groups is even more astonishing. They can even overturn a caravan.
If there weren't powerful demon soldiers present, they might not be able to resist.
The demon army was well-trained and formed a battle formation, and shot and killed most of the crows in one go.
But the remaining crows did not retreat when they saw their fellow crows die. Instead, they became enraged and burst out with a stronger fighting spirit. They swooped down with howls and overturned all the wine and meat on the table.
The square was in a mess.
Jun Shu's eyes flickered slightly, he made a gesture, and his majestic cultivation burst out, causing the air to tremble.
The next second, all the remaining crows fell to the ground, leaving not a single one behind.
The demon army withdrew from their formation and bowed in greeting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Jun Shu looked at the dead birds and the messy cups and plates on the ground, frowned, and said, "Hurry up and get rid of these things."
"Yes." An envoy took the order and quickly called a team of people to move the crow.
There were so many crows that some people couldn't help but whisper, "These birds are getting more and more arrogant. They even dare to invade the Demon Palace."
"There's nothing I can do. This thing is so fertile. If there's not enough food, it won't dare to go anywhere."
"That's right. A few days ago, a warehouse in my village was looted by crows. When I led people there, only half of the meat was left. From now on, the villagers can only tighten their belts to survive."
"The most annoying thing is that these damn things are useless. I worked so hard to get them, but I can't eat them or use them. It's so unlucky."
"Hey, how come we have to deal with these evil birds?"
When Jun Shu heard these words, his face darkened.
Compared with the spiritual birds and auspicious beasts produced in other continents, the crows born in the Demon Realm really make people deeply feel the imbalance between regions.
This bird is ferocious and brainless. It cannot be domesticated and driven like other spiritual birds. However, it reproduces very quickly. A large number of them are killed in winter, but after spring, a dense group of them will grow again, eating a large amount of animal food every year.
At this time, when the area is covered with snow and the food in the crows' nests is reduced, they come out in groups to look for food. A group of them can often rob half of a warehouse.
The most annoying thing is that this kind of bird has a large skeleton, but little meat and tastes bad. The Demon Realm always spends a lot of effort hunting these birds, but in the end only gets a pile of useless corpses.
Unlike the spiritual birds in other continents, the meat is not only delicious, but the bird feathers and bones rich in spiritual power can also be used to refine weapons.
Several beginner magic cultivators moved the bloody carcasses of the ferocious birds together and soon piled them up into a small hill.
Just as they were about to gather these things together and throw them away, one of them suddenly said "Huh!" and pointed at another person's arm and asked, "Why are you only wearing a single layer of clothes?"
Jun Shu looked in the direction of the sound and saw that a demon cultivator's clothes had been torn by a crow, and the skin on his arm was exposed.
These beginner demon cultivators were at a low level and it was difficult for them to use their cultivation to keep warm for a long time, so they were all given animal skin armor and other cold-resistant equipment.
This man was not wearing animal skins, but only a thin layer of clothes. Everyone was busy eating and drinking and no one noticed him. He was only discovered when he was scratched by a crow.
The man was embarrassed when he was exposed, and said awkwardly: "It's been very cold these days, and my child is still young and can't stand the cold, so I gave the animal skin to the child. I have my cultivation to protect myself, so it's not a big deal."
When the others heard this, they looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
In fact, the Demon Realm robbed a lot of things from the righteous side this time, and everyone got some, but with so many people in their family, it was bound to not be enough.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the man laughed a few times and said, "Don't mind it, everyone. When Your Majesty has rested, he will lead us to cross the Kudu River and occupy all the good places. By then, we will have everything we want. What else can we do without a few animal skins?"
As he spoke, he looked at Jun Shu with a flattering expression, "Your Majesty, is that right?"
Jun Shu: “…”
My head was buzzing again, and my innate desire continued to grow.
Why can the demons only live in the desolate land and associate with these cruel and useless crows...
His desire grew, his arms rose slightly uncontrollably, and he was about to give the order.
At this time, Zhu Changyang suddenly stepped forward and said, "I think the animal skins are just so-so. You crows are pretty good too."
Jun suddenly paused and turned his head to look, and saw Zhu Changyang had picked up a crow at some point and was stroking it gently in his hand.
As soon as the demon army saw Zhu Changyang, they all showed unfriendly looks on their faces.
They did not forget that it was because of this man's words that the Demon Lord retreated halfway, causing them to fail.
After hearing what he said, I became even more angry.
"What a joke." Dong Yaoyan snorted coldly, "You are willing to say anything to stop His Majesty from sending out troops. If the crows can be compared with those spirit beasts, why do you righteous people never use them?"
"That's because they don't understand. You don't understand either." Zhu Changyang sighed and looked at the pile of crow carcasses. His eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands excitedly. "These big birds are so good. If you don't want them, I'll take them all."
Then he nudged Jun Shu's arm and said, "Your Majesty, please help me transport these birds."
"Oh." Jun Shu came back to his senses. Although he didn't know what Zhu Changyang wanted to do, he still made a gesture without hesitation, and a hill of crows took off into the air and flew over.
Zhu Changyang opened his pocket and took in all the crows.
Demons: “…”
For a moment, he didn't know whether to blame this man for really picking up all the garbage, or to blame the almighty Demon Lord for just letting him order him around and picking up birds for him.
Zhu Changyang glanced at the beginner demon cultivator in single clothing and said with a smile, "Wait a moment, I'll prepare the crow for you and make sure you have a warm winter."
The demon cultivator:
No, what can a crow do
Zhu Changyang didn't explain, but just glanced at Jun Shu, who made an OK gesture.
Zhu Changyang smiled and walked away. He found a deserted place and sat cross-legged. He used his spiritual sense to enter the workshop and began to deal with the crows.
What he said before was not nonsense, these crows are really good.
This kind of bird born in cold regions is very cold-resistant. The crow has a thick layer of fluff on its chest and wings. These feathers are low in oil and have little odor, making them very good natural fluff.
Unfortunately, people in the cultivation world do not know how to use feathers well. Even thousands of years later, their use of feathers is still very crude.
He quickly drew the equipment blueprint and used his skills to pluck all the crow's feathers and put them into the machine.
When the machine starts, the airflow of the device blows up the lighter down and separates it from the heavier feathers. This separation is repeated several times, and finally the lightest and softest down is obtained.
It is then cleaned, degreased, dried and evaluated for elasticity. This is how the best quality down filling is created.
As for the fabric, any cloth from the cultivation world can be used, but since he has petroleum, he can just use polyester fiber.
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In front of the hall, the demons were confused when they saw Zhu Changyang actually taking those crows away to refine weapons.
But with the Demon Lord in charge, no one dared to ask more questions.
Dong Yaoyan reacted quickly: "Does he want to fill his clothes with crow feathers?"
People in the mortal realm had long used bird feathers to fill quilts, but the effect was not good because the feathers easily moved to the side and the warmth-retaining effect was limited.
If this is the case even for filling a quilt, what about filling clothes
Dong Yaoyan looked at Jun Shu and said angrily, "Your Majesty, this man is full of tricks, please judge for yourself!"
Jun glanced at her and said, "You talk too much nonsense. Can you wait on the side?"
Dong Yaoyan spat out a mouthful of blood: "Your Majesty!"
Jun Shu crossed his arms and said, "If you know I'm your Majesty, just shut up."
Dong Yaoyan:!
However, her words reminded the others present. The demons looked at each other and felt that Dong Yaoyan's analysis made sense.
The bearded general looked around and saw that everyone looked very unhappy. He thought about it and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you must not listen to slander this time. Those righteous people use high-quality animal skins and silkworm silk, but they want us to make do with inferior crow feathers. Aren't they treating us like fools?"
Jun Shu glanced at him unhappily, wondering whether to drag him to a place where Zhu Changyang couldn't see him and beat him up.
Unfortunately, before he could do anything, Zhu Changyang appeared from the corner and shook out a long coat in his hand: "The clothes are ready."
Jun Shu's expression changed and he had to reluctantly let the bearded man go.
The bearded man didn't know that he had escaped a disaster, and looked at Zhu Changyang unwillingly.
Zhu Changyang was completely unaware of the turmoil in front of the palace. He stepped forward and handed his coat to the beginner demon cultivator in single clothing: "Here, try it."
The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out to take it.
The style of this dress is very strange. It is split in the middle. The dress is very thick and has bulges sewn into sections with thread.
The demons had never seen such clothing before. The bearded man sneered, "It's so thickly stuffed, how heavy is this clothing? How can such coarse clothing compare to the light spiritual silk treasure clothes of the righteous path..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the scream of the beginner demon cultivator: "No, no, this suit is too light!"
The demon cultivator put on the strange thick clothes under Zhu Changyang's guidance, and an expression of comfort and surprise instantly appeared on his face, "So light and soft, and so warm, even more comfortable than animal skins."
Bearded man:
Studio:
[Hahaha, of course it’s comfortable, this is a down jacket!!]
[Chang Yang: Turning waste into treasure depends on me!]
[The Little Prince of Resource Recycling is still a character.]
The author has something to say:
Demon Realm: Get rich suddenly!
(End of this chapter)