“WangFengxia’s every advance, plus that almost string-pulling look in her eyes, was sending one message:
‘I’m interested in you.’
But unfortunately for her, YeYu really had no interest in that kind of offering.
A decent appearance, daydreaming of instant ascension?
It was like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.
YeYu waved his hand lightly, and a gentle force thrust WangFengxia straight out the door.
This instantly left her feeling humiliated, but she dared not openly resist; she could only stomp her foot outside before sulkily departing.
Seeing this, BaiQingsong felt a warm glow in his heart.
“My wonderful big brother!”
He thought, “You didn’t let me set the cap straight—my grateful heart thanks you!”
YeYu spoke softly, “How are the preparations going?”
“Big Brother, rest assured—everything is ready. According to reports, over ten thousand demons have already gathered on Demon-Gathering Peak, and the number’s still climbing. All that’s left is for you to go preach. Shall I arrange a demon dragon escort for you?”
BaiQingsong’s attitude was as respectful as ever.
They were still in the Demon Lord’s hall and had not departed, so BaiQingsong offered his carriage to YeYu for the sake of ceremony.
But YeYu had no need for such pomp and simply waved him off.
He told BaiQingsong to go ahead to Demon-Gathering Peak and wait, to ensure the preaching would proceed smoothly.
BaiQingsong did not refuse. He walked to the door, then suddenly turned and knelt.
“Big Brother, there’s something I don’t want to hide from you.”
He then explained that the Demon Emperor–level powerhouse might come looking for trouble.
Upon hearing this, YeYu’s expression changed instantly.
“Holy hell!” he muttered.
“You big oaf—always coming and going, and now you ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ spring this on me?”
“Why are you only telling me about a Demon Emperor–level now?”
True, that last special effect in Kongming Prefecture had yielded him a huge haul of submission points.
Thanks to those points, his strength had leapt qualitatively—he had even reached mid-Profound Demon Realm.
But even so, that was still five full realms below a Demon Emperor–level.
How the hell was he supposed to handle that?
Noticing the dramatic shift in YeYu’s face, BaiQingsong kowtowed repeatedly.
“Big Brother, I really wasn’t trying to hide it. I wanted to tell you last time, but you almost crushed my mouth, so I literally couldn’t speak!”
Besides, he thought, a mere Demon Emperor–level opponent shouldn’t be a problem for YeYu—after all, YeYu had even defeated a demigod.
That remark immediately defused YeYu’s anger.
Indeed, in BaiQingsong’s mind, YeYu was invincible—hence his constant deference.
If BaiQingsong learned that YeYu was only at Profound Demon Realm now, who knew what would happen?
So the charade had to continue.
YeYu waved his hand slightly.
BaiQingsong crawled forward on his knees.
Smack!
YeYu slapped BaiQingsong across the face—neither too hard nor too soft—but enough to let him feel the chill of death.
BaiQingsong hurriedly pressed his forehead to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
“Big Brother, I was wrong!”
YeYu said calmly, “Do you know what you did wrong?”

There were still five shi-chen to go—that was equivalent to ten hours.

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