Chapter 254 - 120: Which of You Is the Saint Monarch?! This Seat Is About to Split

Chapter 254: Chapter 120: Which of You Is the Saint Monarch?! This Seat Is About to Split

"It’s just a shame the rumors are all over the place. I can’t really tell what’s true and what’s not."

"Like that one about him bedding eighteen women in a single night—is that actually true?"

Xiao Shenke’s mouth twitched. "The other ones might be true, but that one is definitely fake. Many reliable rumors say the Demon Monarch is extremely self-restrained in order to keep his mind clear."

"Is that so..."

Zhao Ci nodded thoughtfully. "I also figured that rumor wasn’t true. After all, how could a powerhouse like the Demon Monarch possibly indulge in such base desires? Then what about the massacre at Yingchuan...?"

Another Mansion Official chimed in, "My family is from Yingchuan, so I know about that one. There was no city-wide massacre, they just wiped out a small village. I think it was because..."

「Soon.」

The morning exercise had turned into a gossip session about the Demon Monarch.

Zhang Da Yong said nothing, just listening with a polite smile. He was the most qualified to speak on this subject, but this was clearly not the time to reveal himself.

This Zhao Ci, on the other hand, was making him see him in a new light.

He had originally thought this man’s ideas went against the Saint Monarch’s philosophy, especially after hearing him counsel Yang Mo yesterday.

But now it seemed that was just something he said to comfort the guy.

This person actually held the Saint Monarch in high regard.

’In that case, it’s not entirely impossible that he’s the reincarnation of the Saint Monarch.’

’After all, kindred spirits appreciate one another.’

’Then you have Yang Mo.’

’He’s as useless as a pile of shit.’

’And on top of that, he dares to speak ill of the Saint Monarch.’

’It’s true.’

’The strong revere the Saint Monarch.’

’The weak despise the Saint Monarch.’

’The difference couldn’t be clearer!’

"Hm?"

Zhang Da Yong’s brow suddenly furrowed. He felt a message come from his main body.

’Yang Mo bought the Soul-Burning Potion? The one that burns the Primordial Spirit for a temporary boost to one’s comprehension?’

He was all too familiar with this potion.

It was the very business his Lingge Sub-Branch used to generate its own income. After all, they couldn’t rely solely on Gu Xiangzhu for money. That woman was no pushover; every time she provided funds, she’d use the opportunity to infiltrate them horribly.

Even this time, when he wanted to monitor the list of suspects, he only dared use his most loyal forces because Gu Xiangzhu had already infiltrated the other parts of his organization until they were like a sieve.

Furthermore, ever since his own failed attempt to kill Zhao Ci, Gu Xiangzhu had practically cut off all funding to the Lingge Sub-Branch.

Thankfully, his Soul-Burning Potion business was doing well, as plenty of desperate cultivators stuck at a bottleneck were willing to risk it all for a breakthrough.

’Thank goodness for the Lord Saint Monarch.’

’If the Lord Saint Monarch hadn’t developed the Soul-Burning Potion and let me manage its distribution, I’d be completely under that bitch Gu Xiangzhu’s thumb by now.’

’I just never expected it.’

’For such a miraculous potion to fall into the hands of someone like Yang Mo, who has no respect for the Saint Monarch.’

’Is he even worthy of using it?’

’That piece of trash is far more cunning than he looks!’

’Yesterday, he told Zhao Ci he had found a way to tap into his potential, but then he turned right around and got a Soul-Burning Potion.’

’What does that tell you?’

’It means that the Self-Reflection Pill did nothing for him. He’s a completely and utterly useless piece of trash. Otherwise, why would he look for something that requires risking his life?’

While he was lost in thought, breakfast was served at the Tenth Prince’s Mansion.

Zhang Da Yong sullenly followed the others to eat. By now, the topic of conversation had shifted from the Demon Monarch to demonic arts.

A bunch of amateurs were talking at length about demonic arts, describing them in horrifying detail and even recounting the glorious battle records of the Demon Sect’s Elders.

Zhang Da Yong grew more and more frustrated as he listened, because a surprising number of those feats were his own.

If he weren’t trying to maintain his persona, he would have loved to set these bumpkins straight.

’But alas, I can’t say a word.’

’This feeling is like wearing fine robes in the dead of night.’

’An expert forced to listen to a group of laymen spout utter nonsense.’

’In any storyteller’s tale, this would be the perfect setup for a dramatic reveal!’

’A crowd of people is fawning over how incredible the protagonist is.’

’Meanwhile, the real protagonist is hiding right there among them, silent and unnoticed.’

’And then...’

’Some clueless nobody mocks the protagonist.’

’The protagonist reveals his true identity.’

’The whole crowd is stunned!’

’It’s a satisfying script just thinking about it, especially if I were the star.’

’But I can’t enjoy it!’

Zhang Da Yong was so pent-up it was physically painful.

Zhao Ci was just as uncomfortable.

’Son of a bitch.’

’I’ve got this whole damn seminar running, and this Huangfu Song hasn’t let out so much as a peep. He just listened from beginning to end without doing a single thing to give himself away.’

’How can you hold it in like that?’

’But...’

’...it wasn’t a complete waste of time.’

’Because just now, I steered the conversation toward demonic arts and went on and on about the Demon Sect’s possession Secret Skill.’

’And the wish above Zhang Da Yong’s head is still "Figure out what kind of person Zhao Ci is."’

’It didn’t change to "Must find a suitable body for the great Demon Monarch to possess."’

’Does that mean...’

’...he’s not here to possess me?’

’Was Little Auntie’s assessment wrong?’

’But if he’s not here to possess me, what could he possibly be here for?’

’It’s so confusing!’

’Whatever.’

’The seminar must go on.’

’None of these guys are getting any training done today!’

So after eating, he immediately sent Cuiyun to get some melon seeds, even inviting her to join their little seminar.

And so they chatted.

All the way until high noon.

It was only then that Zhao Ci realized someone was missing. "Huh? Where’s Old Mo?"

"How should I know?"

Feng Kucha threw up his hands. He’d come in late today because he’d overslept on a water bed with the Crocodile Lady.

’But it couldn’t be helped.’

’It was all for the sake of securing a strategic medical reserve for the Tenth Prince’s Mansion.’

’That’s why he had to fight so hard last night.’

’He just didn’t expect it.’

’Old Mo was even lazier than him, still not awake at high noon.’

Just as he was about to crack a joke at his expense, he spotted a familiar figure. "Hey? Old Mo’s here?"

Zhao Ci’s eyes lit up as well. "Speak of Cao Cao, and he shall appear."

"Who’s Cao Cao?"

"A real lady-killer, especially with married women. It’s a reference you wouldn’t get."