Chapter 502 - 501: You Know Nothing about the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint!

Chapter 502: Chapter 501: You Know Nothing about the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint!

Chapter 501: You Know Nothing about the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint!

Of course, the idea of a seven-day mourning period was just a joke.

If Luo Wusheng had truly died, his status as the great hero who saved the entire Immortal Nation from the Netherkin chaos might have prompted the Empress to declare a nationwide period of mourning, with the entire realm draped in white. But now that everyone knew Luo Wusheng would be back on his feet in just over a month to receive the people’s adoration, there was no reason for such a bizarre funeral.

What made sense instead was a celebratory follow-up to commemorate the Royal City’s survival of the Netherkin chaos.

Although the Netherkin chaos had been fraught with turmoil, the Immortal Nation’s losses hadn’t been catastrophic. The worst lingering consequence was that the many cultivators who fought in the battle had yet to fully recover their spiritual energy and injuries, leaving the Royal City’s combat readiness somewhat depleted.

However, this didn’t concern the common people. The streets damaged during the Netherkin chaos had already been efficiently rebuilt by cultivators, and each household had received generous compensation from the Immortal Nation, leaving them grinning from ear to ear.

And so, the festival celebrating the victory over the Netherkin chaos was set in motion.

’But if I really treat today as my seventh day of mourning, it feels... off.’

Luo Wusheng walked through the streets, observing the brightly lit streets bustling with people. The sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers filled the air, and he couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

’Anyone would think it’s New Year’s... If I were truly dead, wouldn’t this be like dancing on my own grave?’

With that thought, he pressed down on the black tiger mask covering his face.

Miss Yanyao had thrust this mask at him, along with his scholar’s robes, before dragging him out. In reality, it was just an ordinary mask; concealing his aura relied on his own abilities. With his current skills, his aura concealment was likely even better than the Golden-Ranked members of the Six Gates Bureau. Moreover, by channeling the Dao of Causality, he could make him appear even more like an ordinary person than when he was pretending to be a storyteller.

Luo Wusheng shook his head and turned to the girl beside him wearing a white tiger mask.

Dao-Dao had also changed out of the standard robe of the Six Gates sect and into a simple women’s dress. The new attire, however, accentuated her proud figure even more, making Luo Wusheng couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.

But for some reason, the girl seemed distracted.

After a moment’s thought, Luo Wusheng asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Ah? Oh, n-nothing."

Miss Yanyao snapped back to attention, a flicker of panic flashing beneath her mask as she answered guiltily.

"Nothing? Then what were you so lost in thought about?"

’How to make you embarrass yourself in front of me...’ Miss Yanyao rolled her eyes inwardly, but said aloud, "Nothing. It’s just that even though my Imperial Alter Ego and Mortal Alter Ego have memories of visiting night markets before, this is my first time exploring one with someone. I’m just a little unaccustomed to it."

The statement was actually true.

After her plan to "force a Demon Sect Holy Saint to lose face at the hands of his subordinate" failed for reasons she found unacceptable, she lost her composure due to the disruption and vaguely agreed to Luo Wusheng’s invitation. To this second, she still hasn’t fully recovered from how things ended up this way...

If Di-Di and Fan-Fan found out about this, would she become "embarrassing Dao-Dao" too?

’Right, I’ve decided. I absolutely cannot share my memories with them until I achieve my intermediate goals!’

’Though... even if nothing comes of it in the end, enjoying tonight’s festivities with him wouldn’t be so bad... No, no, that’s not what I mean. He should be the center of tonight’s events; without him, the Royal City wouldn’t have this...’

’Something’s still not right... Ahhh! It’s all his fault! At a time like this, shouldn’t his subordinates be at the estate hosting guests visiting the "Demon Sect Holy Saint’s Former Residence"? What kind of operation is this, running off to the brothels?’

’He said the one who likely instigated this is that rogue cultivator named Long Dahai... I’ll have Di-Di castrate him and force him into the Imperial Palace as a eunuch someday.’

Miss Dao-Dao seethed internally, but it was just a fleeting thought. After all, the Immortal Nation had abolished the position of eunuch long ago.

Meanwhile, Luo Wusheng remained oblivious to the thoughts running through Miss Dao-Dao’s mind. He nodded in agreement with her reply, sighing in contemplation.

"If that’s the case, after being in the Royal City for so long, this is actually my first time exploring the night market..."

Huh?

Wait, that doesn’t seem right... Uh, if you count the time I explored the night market with Miss Kirin in a dream, this would be the second time?

In a way, having the same partner by his side twice...

Wait, doesn’t that expose the lie I told Miss Kirin when she entered my dream?

"We’re at the northern part of the Royal City."

Noticing the peculiar look in her eyes, Luo Wusheng shifted his gaze forward.

The next moment, his expression behind the mask also turned strange.

. . .

As the final major battlefield of the Netherkin chaos, the northern part of the Royal City naturally became the focal point of the night’s festivities.

Luo Wusheng had already thought the streets were crowded enough, but when he reached the northern part of the Royal City, he realized this was the true heart of the human tide.

Everywhere he looked, colorful lanterns and festive decorations hung. The thunderous gongs and drums he’d heard earlier emanated from this direction. Every available space along the streets was packed with merchants, their cries filling the air.

"Look, look! Wood carvings of Pavilion Head Luo, the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint and hero of the Immortal Nation! Buy one and ward off disaster, calamity, and all demons! Buy nine, get one free!"

"My teahouse partnered with the Demon Artifact Pavilion! Holy Saint Luo himself used to drink tea upstairs while watching martial duels! What? You want to go in? Impossible! What? Ten thousand Spirit Stones? What do you take the Immortal Nation’s hero for... One million? Careful, sir, the road’s slippery."

"Everyone, look at the stone bricks in front of my shop... These aren’t ordinary rubble. During the Netherkin chaos, one of the World-Destroying Heavenly Thunders summoned by the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint struck here, working with the Sword Sect’s fairy—who was about to become the Sword Sect Master—to slay a Divine Transformation realm Black Bear Netherkin! Even now, the intent of that destructive thunder lingers. A few days ago, some guards tried to patch this hole, but I chased them away! Ugh, don’t stand around my shop contemplating the Dao, I need to make a living... Alright! Thirteen customers, please come in!"

As the voice continued to echo in his ears, Luo Wusheng’s masked face twitched violently as he stepped into the northern district.

Miss Yanyao, standing beside him, murmured softly, "So this is your current status in the Royal City... How does it feel? Quite proud, aren’t you?"

Truthfully, Luo Wusheng felt a secret thrill, but he merely cleared his throat lightly.

"It’s just a craze caused by the Netherkin chaos, and they need an excuse to raise prices for their business. It’s not that remarkable, really..."

"You shouldn’t say that where anyone can hear you. People get beaten up for saying things like that in the Royal City. My Mortal Alter Ego has handled several cases like that recently."

"...Is it really that exaggerated?"

"You can try it if you want."

Hearing Miss Yanyao say this, Luo Wusheng naturally didn’t try it. He lowered his head and led the girl beside him around into the Northern district.

Only then did Luo Wusheng realize Miss Yanyao hadn’t been joking.

It might be alright outside the Northern part of the Royal City, but inside, the reverence for the title "Holy Saint of the Demon Sect" had reached fanatical levels.

Everywhere he looked, if there was a crowd, it was inevitably related to the "Demon Sect Holy Saint"—or at least forcibly linked to him.

Luo Wusheng felt numb when he saw a poster of a courtesan who had supposedly caught the "Demon Sect Holy Saint’s" eye.

During the Netherkin chaos, so many people had crowded into the Northern part of the Royal City. How many others had he casually glanced at while watching his subordinates and acquaintances linger? Did that even count?

Just then, the girl beside him asked in a low voice, "Were you really still thinking about women at a time like that?"

"Yes," Luo Wusheng replied expressionlessly, tilting his head. "I was watching a Six Gate Bureau Golden Ranked member that shouldn’t have been in the crowd."

Dao-Dao blinked.

"The one staying in the city back then wasn’t truly me, but a puppet clone I created using special treasures. It was designed to immediately replace me if anything happened to me. It had some autonomy, but not much. After spending time with it, you’d notice its flaws, and it could only maintain itself for half a day before requiring a massive amount of Spirit Stones to recharge."

So that’s how Miss Kirin managed to be in two places at once... Luo Wusheng nodded slightly, then noticed another crowd ahead, even larger than the others.

"Is that... a play?"

Seeing the stage set up, Luo Wusheng murmured to himself. He turned to the girl beside him. "Dao... Yaoyao, shall we go take a look?"

Miss Yanyao rolled her eyes at the guy beside her, who had once again made their address sound intimate. Yet she found this particular address slightly better than "Dao-Dao," so she didn’t dwell on it.

"Hmm, alright."

’Before I can think of a way to embarrass him, I’ll just go along with it for now... Not that I want to join the fun myself!’

The two pushed through the dense crowd.

At that moment, Miss Yanyao suddenly felt something was amiss.

Despite being surrounded by a sea of people, the Demon Sect Holy Saint leading her through the throng made it seem as if they were walking through an empty realm, encountering no resistance at all.

Every person blocking their path seemed to have been destined to move just a second before they reached them, creating a perfectly sized gap for them to pass through.

’Is this the Dao he has comprehended? But what kind of fundamental principle is this?’

Miss Yanyao was deeply shaken, yet she found herself and Luo Wusheng standing at a vantage point overlooking the scene in the crowd.

The stage was now fully visible. Only then did Luo Wusheng notice a table before it, behind which a storyteller held a paper fan, speaking with great animation.

"Look beneath the rift in the sky, where World-Destroying Heavenly Thunder fills the heavens! The great demon that ignited the entire chaos has finally revealed itself—the shadow of the Peng blots out the sun and moon, its demonic aura surging like a tide. A single flap of its wings unleashes a city-wide gale, and in an instant, the Royal City teeters on the brink of annihilation..."

As the middle-aged storyteller spoke, a spectral image of a Peng materialized on the stage, soaring high above and casting its shadow over half the stage. Black smoke billowed up from the audience.

In addition, a bear-like phantom appeared on stage, while the other half was filled with a crowd of people in various costumes, some resisting, others collapsing to the ground.

Luo Wusheng raised an eyebrow. He immediately recognized the phantoms as illusions and the black smoke as props prepared beneath the stage.

The operators were behind the scenes... a Foundation Establishment cultivator and several minor Qi Refining practitioners.

’These cultivators really know how to play.’

"This fusion of storytelling and drama is quite interesting," Luo Wusheng remarked with a smile.

Miss Yanyao nodded. "Next it’s your turn... the Demon Sect Holy Saint’s grand entrance, right?"

They had arrived a bit late; the Netherkin chaos scene was already nearing its climax.

Luo Wusheng found it amusing. Although he had guessed they were reenacting the events of the Netherkin chaos, he was curious to see how others would portray him.

Then, the middle-aged storyteller struck his wooden clapper.

Smack!

"In this time of crisis, a youthful figure emerged above the Royal City, his armor forged from World-Destroying Heavenly Thunder, his robes of endless Phoenix Flames billowing behind him, like a god or demon descending upon the world!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, clearly many had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

But the "Holy Saint of the Demon Sect" who materialized on stage was a new projection.

Ahem, that’s understandable. After all, the budget probably didn’t cover those thunderous armors and fiery robes.

No one paid much attention to these minor details.

Luo Wusheng watched with amusement as the "Demon Sect Holy Saint" on stage began to speak.

"The Netherking? Hah! How dare you act so presumptuously in human territory before me, the Demon Sect Holy Saint Luo Wusheng?"

"Even if your Netherqueen herself were to come, she would have to submit before me, Luo Wusheng... With a flick of my finger, I could reduce your entire Netherkin race to ashes!"

The real Luo Wusheng: ?

Don’t say that! That little fox could crush me with one paw!

Who wrote these lines? I’m dying of secondhand embarrassment! Adaptation isn’t random invention, and dramatization isn’t baseless fiction!

"I— how could the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint say something so cheesy and cringe-worthy? This is clearly out of touch with reality! He’s not acting like the Holy Saint at all!"

Luo Wusheng couldn’t help but grumble, feeling utterly awkward.

As soon as he finished complaining, eyes turned to him.

A young man glared. "Watch if you want, or get lost!"

A burly man roared, "With the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint’s power, shouldn’t he look down on the world? What do you know about the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint? Could you act any more like him?"

A young girl stepped forward to calm the crowd. "Let’s not argue. He must be new here. It’s understandable he doesn’t know about Brother Luo’s domineering presence that day..."

Luo Wusheng: I’m going to lose my mind!

Miss Dao-Dao beside him snorted, barely suppressing a laugh.

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Cultivation Realm:

1, Qi Refining

2, Foundation Establishment

3, Golden Core

4, Nascent Soul

5, Divine Transformation (Formerly Known as Tribulation Crossing)

6, Tribulation Transcendence

7, Land Immortal

Note: Link to the character Illustration:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1lkIcPnCxeyuyZA4Kkb621dPC05UvWjhD

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