"Even if someone really takes over this position, the Magic Weapon Pavilion won't be able to hold on for long..."
Elder Wang sighed and couldn't help but feel a headache again.
This task has been delayed for nearly a year. If he can't find a sucker, he won't be able to report to the Spirit Envoy.
But where can I find such a sucker
He was feeling distressed when he suddenly found that the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.
Elder Wang looked up.
Everyone focused their attention on the entrance of the palace.
A handsome young man dressed in black walked slowly into the hall.
The Holy Son of the Demon Sect, Luo Wusheng!
Elder Wang looked at this unrivaled genius whose talent was unmatched among the Demon Sect, and his mind was filled with question marks.
Why is this gentleman here
Seeing that Luo Wusheng had walked up to him, Elder Wang immediately put on a smile.
"I am an old bachelor, honored to meet His Excellency the Holy Son."
Elder Wang bowed and said, "I wonder why the Holy Son came to the Spiritual Palace today?"
He looked respectful on the surface, but felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.
After all, although the person in front of him is still a teenager, his cultivation is far superior to his own.
There are even rumors that this Holy Son can fight against a Nascent Soul.
Regardless of status or strength, Elder Wang believes that he cannot afford to offend Luo Wusheng.
"I am going to take on the task of becoming the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion." Luo Wusheng said expressionlessly.
"ah?"
Elder Wang didn't react for a moment.
"I want to accept the mission of the previous leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion."
Luo Wusheng, who had anticipated his reaction, kept a cold face and repeated his words.
At this moment, a small number of disciples who came to hand over their tasks had begun to whisper.
"The task of taking over as the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion? Is it the task that the senior masters secretly said that whoever takes it will be crazy?"
"It's that mission. I have several disciples from Hehuan Domain working there. I heard that the people working there have been replaced several times."
"I remember this mission has been posted in the Spiritual Palace for a year, right?"
"This is normal. Who wants to go there and suffer?"
"Haha, the Magic Weapon Pavilion? Even dogs won't go there!"
…
"Quiet!"
Elder Wang shouted, and with the blessing of his early Jindan cultivation, the disciples in the hall shut up obediently.
When he looked at Luo Wusheng again, he almost burst into tears.
What does it mean to send timely assistance? This is what it means to send timely assistance!
I didn't expect that there would actually be someone willing to take over this mess!
"Sir Saint is indeed the genius of our Demon Sect, able to do things that ordinary people cannot do. In this case, I wish Sir Saint's demon name will resound throughout the Immortal Kingdom!"
Elder Wang bowed and said with a smile.
An old fox is an old fox. He never makes a mistake in what he says and leaves Luo Wusheng no room for regret.
Luo Wusheng naturally knew what these people were thinking, but he didn't care. He just felt that ignorance was terrible.
If this group of people knew about the Demon-Slaying Rebellion that would take place a year later, they would probably run away faster than me.
His face remained expressionless and he nodded slightly to Elder Wang's compliment.
"Give me the relevant items, and I will take the ferry to the fairyland today."
"Haha, with your status, why would you need those proofs... Ahem, everything you want is here."
Elder Wang, who wanted to compliment Luo Wusheng a bit more, felt pressured under Luo Wusheng's gaze, so he immediately changed his words, took out a small wooden box from his storage bag and handed it to Luo Wusheng.
Luo Wusheng opened the wooden box and took a look. There was a small jade token inside.
After putting the wooden box into his storage bag, he still maintained that cold demeanor and slowly walked out of the gate of the Spirit Hall.
After he left, most of the people in the hall who had been afraid to speak breathed a sigh of relief.
"Heh, he actually took the initiative to become the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion. I think Luo Wusheng's training finally damaged his brain. He gave up being a good Saint Son and chose to go to that kind of place. Heh, he doesn't know how long he will be there. By then, he probably won't be able to hold on to his current position."
A young man in brocade clothes who hadn't even dared to breathe sneered and mocked.
He looked proud, waiting for his younger brother behind him to respond to him.
But as he waited, he felt something was wrong. Why was it still so quiet around him
Looking at the frightened expressions of his younger brothers in front of him, his face froze and he slowly turned around.
The Demon Sect's Saint who had returned was looking at him with narrowed eyes.
The psychological trauma from the past came back to him, and he felt his whole body trembling, his legs going weak, and he almost fell to his knees.
"I suddenly feel that it would be a good idea to give the position of the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion to you."
Luo Wusheng said lightly.
He actually had no impression of the guy in front of him who mocked him behind his back.
But judging by his reaction, he should have been one of the former candidates for the Son of God... the kind that he had beaten up severely.
In the original work, the process of Luo Wusheng becoming the Holy Son of the Demon Sect was very simple.
Practice hard, wait for other candidates for the Holy Son to come and provoke you, and then beat them up severely.
After the last stage of forming a pill, no candidate for the Saint Son wanted to be beaten anymore, so he directly became the Saint Son of the Demon Sect.
It is also for this reason that those guys who have experienced the selection of the Son of God dare not even breathe in front of him.
It's just that I was a little too excited behind the scenes.
The young man in brocade clothes froze when he heard Luo Wusheng's words.
"No, not...that..."
"What? You want to reject my kindness?"
Luo Wusheng's face darkened, and he released the aura of golden elixir perfection.
The surrounding disciples of the Demon Sect all looked at the young man in brocade clothes with pity.
Several former candidates for the Son of God were also a little scared. Fortunately, there was someone who took the lead, otherwise they would be the ones being blocked by this evil star.
The entire Palm of the Spirit Hall was so quiet at this moment that you could hear a pin drop.
At this time, Luo Wusheng retracted his momentum.
"Oh, I was just joking."
After leaving these light words, his figure flashed and turned into a lot of black shadows, truly disappearing in the Palm of Spirit Palace.
When the young man in brocade clothes came to his senses, he found that he had already fallen to his knees on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Well, my pants are wet too.
Chapter 5: She's such a witch
News of the Demon Sect spread very quickly.
Within an hour, most of the disciples in the Demon Sect knew that a major event had occurred in the Spirit Hall.
The Saint Son Luo Wusheng accepted the task of taking over as the leader of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, and frightened the former Saint Son candidate into incontinence in the Spirit Hall.
Whatever it is, it's a good joke.
Although some new disciples wondered why the Holy Son of Demon Sect would accept a mission that even dogs wouldn't take, they were relieved after the explanation from the disciples who had joined earlier.
The Holy Son of the Demon Sect is such a person who does things without thinking.
To put it nicely, it means acting on your own will; to put it bluntly, it means being stupid.
So although this matter is not in line with common sense, it is consistent with Luo Wusheng’s character in the Demon Sect.
However, the latter incident surprised several disciples who thought they were familiar with Luo Wusheng.
Because the Holy Son would never do such a scary thing... He usually just beats them up.
And most of the time, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect would not care about the rumors behind the scenes, which made his former defeated opponents develop the bad habit of subconsciously seeking a sense of superiority in places where he could not see.
Perhaps this Holy Son is just in a bad mood.
No one really cares about these little details.
… …
At this moment, standing at the bow of the huge spirit boat, Luo Wusheng looked at the vast sea.
The Three Thousand Demon Realms and the Immortal Kingdom belong to different continents, separated by a sea called the [Endless Sea].
Although the foundation-building stage has the ability to stay in the air, in order to cross the Endless Sea, one needs to have the cultivation level of at least the Nascent Soul stage.
If one wants to travel between the two places below the Nascent Soul stage, one needs to use the ferry under his feet.
Luo Wusheng glanced at the people coming and going on the boat.
There are only a few disciples of the Demon Sect, and they all look sad... They really don't like the Royal City.
The people on the ship were mainly independent cultivators from the outer areas of the Three Thousand Demon Realms.
Some wanted to join the Demonic Sect but failed, so they had to return to the Immortal Kingdom to fight in the martial arts world.
There are people who specialize in selling elixirs from the Immortal Kingdom and making a profit from the price difference among the disciples of the Demon Sect.
The most ruthless ones were the few who had volunteered to practice dual cultivation with the female disciples of the Hehuan Domain. At this moment, they all had dull eyes and collapsed on the deck in exhaustion.
His cultivation may have improved a little, but it is also true that he has reached the limit.
The female disciples of Hehuan Domain have always welcomed these independent cultivators, because most of them are not as vulgar as the disciples of the Demon Sect and have more tricks up their sleeves.
It’s just that his physique is not as good as that of the reckless man from the Demon Sect.
It is not enough to practice dual cultivation for just three days in a row.
Regarding this, Luo Wusheng could only sigh that there is no land that is damaged by plowing, only cows that are worked to death.
He was watching the group of wandering cultivators lying on the ground groaning with great interest, but suddenly he felt that the surroundings had become a little quieter.
Luo Wusheng's heart moved, his eyes moved along the crowd, and he soon discovered the reason.
Wearing a star-moon jade ornament on her head and dressed in white fairy clothes, Bai Xiaoyao looked like a goddess from heaven who had descended to earth. She moved lightly with lotus steps and was getting closer and closer to the ferry.
The people around were so attracted by the beauty that they even forgot to breathe.
"Yes... it's the Saint Lady!"
I don't know who shouted first, waking up the stunned crowd.
"Is this the legendary Saint of the Demon Sect? She's so... so beautiful!"
"What is that thing on Saint Lady's head? A headdress? How can there be such a beautiful jade?"
"Lady Saint... Hehe, Lady Saint, hehehe..."
Even the casual cultivators lying dead beside Luo Wusheng stared at him in amazement.
"Damn! Brother, hurry up and pull me up! I can still charge again!" A corpse was squirming on the ground.
(No, you can't...)
Luo Wusheng complained about the corpse in his heart, and then he looked at the Saint Junior Sister who was approaching him.