Chapter One Hundred and Nine, Thigh Pants Spicy
A few days later.
The original site of the Water Moon Sect had now transformed into a grand plaza.
From early morning, cultivators began arriving with gifts.
This time, the Demon Cult had sent invitations to many sects and families.
Originally, according to Tang Yubbing’s expectations, several of these forces had significant grievances with the Demon Cult, so most likely wouldn’t come. The actual number of attendees might not be as many as imagined.
However, on the day of the ceremony, upon seeing the sea of cultivators, Tang Yubbing had to admit she was hilariously wrong.
She had underestimated the appeal a cultivator at the Crossing Tribulation Stage had over the surrounding sects and families.
Nobody wanted to miss the chance to flatter a potential powerful cultivator.
Even if it was all fake, witnessing the reality in person would definitely be worth the trip.
There were many attendees, and some forces were ones even Young Master Sang hadn’t heard of.
But there were also familiar faces.
The two sect leaders from Chiyu Sect and Floating Feather Hall, Elder Yongning and Yuanming Daoist, didn’t even care about their past grievances and specially came with gifts.
Even He Hongyi had shown up.
At this point, He Hongyi had shaved his head clean, wearing plain robes, holding a string of prayer beads, greeting everyone with a cheerful smile.
He looked like a friendly giant, kind and benevolent.
But he was a bit too chummy, grabbing anyone he saw and asking, “Benefactor, interested in doing good deeds?”
On the Demon Cult side, since Hua Jianglian was too lazy to socialize, the reception for guests fell entirely on Tang Yubbing and Master Yu Xia.
Master Yu Xia had officially joined the Demon Cult, and Hua Jianglian generously bestowed her with an honorary vice-sect leader position.
Master Yu Xia was on equal standing with Tang Yubbing but held no actual power.
Having a Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivator managing the reception was quite impressive.
Thanks to several sleepless nights of planning by Young Master Sang and Tang Yubbing, the preparation for this promotion ceremony went smoothly. The arriving forces took their seats, whispering amongst themselves, waiting to witness the main event.
Meanwhile,
On the backstage of the plaza.
“Are we ready yet?”
“Almost, sort of.”
“Do you remember the lines? If not, you can look at your notes.”
“Got it.”
“Don’t be so gloomy, bring some energy!”
Yan Rouwan fussed over Young Master Sang’s makeup while anxiously reminding him, “Remember, you’re playing a powerful cultivator! You absolutely cannot show any weakness in front of others. You’ve got to hold it together!”
Young Master Sang was still somewhat anxious.
“It’s fine,” Zhang Xiaoying softly took his hand and reassured him, “Husband can do anything.”
“I believe in you, Husband.”
Young Master Sang looked at Zhang Xiaoying with tears in his eyes.
“Wife…”
“Husband…”
Just as the two gazed lovingly at each other, fully prepared to lock lips, Si Jingzhu, looking rather displeased, couldn’t help but snort, interrupting:
“Really? Because I feel like someone’s legs are already shaking in fear!”
“Nonsense, that’s just my legs trembling involuntarily…”
Young Master Sang tried to argue but received an even more playful teasing look from Si Jingzhu.
“Ugh~ aren’t there people scared to death yet pretending to act tough? No way, right?”
“Aiya, I really want to see someone getting so nervous they faint right out there in public… Hey! What are you doing!”
Before she could finish, Shi Qingyan dragged her aside by the collar.
“Spare him already. Don’t disturb him now.”
Shi Qingyan shot a glance at Young Master Sang, softly saying, “I’ve experienced his acting skills. He’ll be just fine.”
Si Jingzhu sulked, pouting.
Soon, a girl from Meng Qiyan’s group came running over with a signal.
“The ceremony is about to start, Big Brother Sang can prepare to go on stage now.”
Hearing this, Young Master Sang took a deep breath, his heart swelling with excitement.
“Go for it.” Yan Rouwan flashed a thumbs up at him.
Then, she slowly put the prepared mask of a blue-faced, fanged ghost over Young Master Sang’s face.
The moment he donned the mask, his entire aura shifted from a lazy slacker vibe to one of cold, unfathomable depth.
Simply sitting on the specially crafted throne, he emanated an indescribable oppressive presence.
The chilling ghostly attire accentuated his mystique, making him appear truly like a ghost emerging from the depths of nine hells.
Seeing Young Master Sang instantly get into character, the ladies all felt relieved.
“Very good, since Husband isn’t nervous, it’s definitely going to be fine.”
“Exactly.” Young Master Sang’s cold, eerie voice slowly came through the mask, “But could I ask Little Ying for one favor?”
“Hmm?”
“…Could you get me a new pair of pants?”
“……”
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In the plaza, the seats were filled, with distinguished guests aplenty.
Those sitting in the front rows were all representatives from prominent families and powerful sects.
Elder Yongning and Yuanming Daoist were seated together, whispering to each other.
“Yuanming, do you really think that guy has the power of a Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivator?”
“I can’t see through him.” Yuanming Daoist shook his head, “But one thing is certain, that guy is definitely not ordinary.”
“Considering he knows our secrets so intimately, he’d better be a Crossing Tribulation Stage cultivator.”
“Otherwise, if he’s just some fake trying to pull a fast one…” Elder Yongning and Yuanming Daoist exchanged a glance.
A fierce glint flashed in their eyes simultaneously.
Since he knows our secrets,
Then no matter what, this fraud must pay the price.
And never speak again.
Soon, after Tang Yubbing, the vice-sect leader of the Demon Cult, finished her speech, the sect leader Hua Jianglian finally made her appearance amidst everyone’s gaze.
The little girl walked boldly to the center of the plaza, too lazy to amplify her voice with spiritual energy, instead directly using a huge loudspeaker.
“Ahem… Distinguished cultivators and non-cultivators alike.”
“Thank you all for gracing our Demon Cult’s promotion ceremony with your presence.”
“From today onward, our Demon Cult will officially consider itself a sacred ground, on par with the three great sacred lands.”
“And now, let us welcome the Ancient Demon Cult Emperor, who has finally emerged after years of seclusion.”
“The Emperor of Hell’s Demon… Young Master Sang!”
In full view of the crowd, a striking throne slowly rose from underground.
A man, wearing a blue-faced, fanged ghost mask and ghostly leather garb, was lazily leaning against the throne.
The aura emanating from behind the mask commanded the attention of every cultivator present, making them all stand at attention.
This was the fabled old monster of the Demon Cult at the Crossing Tribulation Stage.
Known as the Emperor of Hell.
Senior Sang?
Facing the countless gazes of cultivators, Young Master Sang merely swept a calm glance around.
After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly:
“I’m a particularly stubborn person. I never care about what others say or what they want me to do.”
“If you can be like me, then I think this matter…”
“…Thigh Pants Spicy!”
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