Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 797: Nets on all sides, traps on all sides

The nine heads of Jiuying gathered together and cursed loudly.

"Since there is no need to delve into this, why are you still asking me this question?"

"What Haoxu Fairy Island, what Wenyuan Sea! From what I see, they are all scams!"

"A bunch of demons and weird monsters, who don't know what they are talking about, are deceiving the living beings in the world under the banner of immortality. Even though I am a demon, I don't even bother to use such means to fool the world!"

The Nine Infants were so angry that their nine heads collided left and right, and they spewed out miniature balls of water and fire in the small space inside the desk.

The wind was howling and the water and fire were surging.

It was very powerful, but unfortunately the mini version of water and fire could not have any other effect except burning its own desk and the paper and pens on the desk.

The other living creatures felt sad when they saw that the ancient demon saint was so angry but still unable to break the restraints of the small desk.

The anger of the Nine-Infant Demon Saint made the other people and other demons more calm and cautious.

The wooden man on the podium showed no reaction to the Nine Infants Demon Saint's anger. His attitude remained calm and cold. Whether the people in the audience were happy or sad, it obviously could not affect him in the slightest.

He looks like a complete mechanical creation.

Since it is a mechanical creation, it will naturally only operate according to established rules.

No sadness or joy, no emotion or mood, no ups or downs.

When the Nine Infants Demon Saint cursed the most fiercely, he shouted loudly: "Filthy creature! Your heart is evil and your actions are deceitful! I will not answer any more questions, let this Demon Saint out!"

The wooden man let it howl crazily and said calmly: "The followers skipped classes, and Tianjiao will be punished again. May I ask if the demon Jiuying wants to skip classes?"

As soon as these words fell, Jiuying's clamor stopped immediately.

All the people and monsters present had changed expressions on their faces.

At this moment, everyone deeply realized that this wooden man on the stage, this so-called classroom... or in other words, this Haoxu Fairy Island, was actually filled with deep malice towards the contemporary geniuses!
It was Tianjiao who was the chess player, but Tianjiao himself could not answer the question.

Instead, you have to leave your fate of moving forward or backward to the so-called "followers"!
If the follower answers correctly, Tianjiao can certainly get benefits, but if the follower answers incorrectly, the follower himself does not need to be punished, but Tianjiao will be punished instead!

What’s even more terrifying now is that followers can skip classes.

If the followers skipped classes, it was still Tianjiao who was punished.

How can this be called a follower?

This is clearly the ancestor!
The life and death of a genius seems to depend entirely on the thoughts of his followers.

The Paper Ghost only had Jiuying as his follower, and he suffered a lot at the beginning.

But Song Ciwan has a thousand followers!

One thousand follower tokens, how can this be the preferential treatment given by Haoxu Fairy Island to Song Ciwan, the number one prodigy?
It's obvious that he is afraid that she will not die!
At this moment, Song Ciwan felt that he had encountered the most terrifying crisis since his practice.

She felt a rage burning deep in her chest.

Her brain was working rapidly, thinking of all possible ways to break the impasse.

She must never leave her fate to others!

With a thousand followers, there are too many variables.

Even if there is a very small number of people among them that Song Ciwan is certain will not intentionally harm him, this kind of "certainty" cannot last long.

For a moment, countless thoughts were churning in Song Ciwan's mind like a roulette wheel.

In the classroom, the Nine Infants Demon Saint hesitated for a moment when asked if he wanted to skip class. Then, the nine heads screamed in unison: "I won't skip class! I am a dignified Demon Saint, how can I skip class?" The wooden man said: "If you don't skip class, are you willing to take the punishment on behalf of Tianjiao?"

what?
Jiuying blurted out: "Taking punishment on behalf of Tianjiao? What does this mean?"

The wooden man said, "If the follower takes the initiative, he can also take the punishment on behalf of Tianjiao. In this way, although Tianjiao has to retreat one step towards the Soul-Falling Abyss because the follower answered the question incorrectly, the evil energy damage he suffered while retreating can be transferred to the follower."

It turns out that not only the Tianjiao will be punished because of his followers' wrong answers, but the followers can also be punished on behalf of the Tianjiao!

However, it cannot be ignored that the follower needs to take the initiative and volunteer to be punished.

It can be seen from this that the initiative still lies with the followers rather than the Tianjiao, and the Tianjiao is still severely restricted and facing many crises.

So, would the Nine Infants Demon Saint be willing to take the punishment on behalf of the Paper Ghost?

The Nine-Infant Demon Saint was naturally unwilling.

It immediately said disdainfully: "I am an ancient demon saint, how can I take the punishment on behalf of a little demon?"

In the endless ocean, on the black disc, the expression of the paper ghost gradually dimmed.

He stopped shouting for help, but suddenly stumbled, crossed his legs, and sat crookedly on the black disc.

In the classroom, the wooden man said, "Since you don't want to be punished and don't want to skip class, please listen to the third question."

Here comes the third question!
Jiuying answered the questions seriously. It straightened its snake tail, raised its nine heads, and listened to the questions carefully.

Next to the wooden man, a third question appeared on the floating horizontal screen: The ancient sages said, "Who is sitting with me?" The breeze and the bright moon. Please explain the meaning of this sentence.

Before the Nine-Infant Demon Saint answered the question, all the living beings present breathed a sigh of relief.

After two really elusive questions in a row, a serious and normal question finally appeared!
Explanations of ancient texts are always better than a bunch of weird questions.

Especially for the human race who have read books——

Of course, there is no human being present who does not read. Even warriors need to read before they can practice martial arts. It is not that illiterate people cannot practice martial arts, but it is obviously impossible to practice to the level of a master.

As for those who practice Taoism or those Confucian scholars, there is no need to mention them.

However, most humans have read books, but the situation of the demons is a bit uncertain.

Especially Jiuying, the ancient demon saint, although he is not unlearned, but... when it comes to reading, Jiuying does not like reading.

Its nine heads shook relative to each other for a while, looking from the left to the right, and from the right to the left.

Finally, the Nine Infants Demon Saint said hesitantly: "Who will sit with me? Qingfeng Mingyue and me. What this sentence means is, it means that the people sitting with me here, besides Qingfeng Mingyue... there is also me?"

This is the most straightforward interpretation, which is just a verbatim recitation of the original sentence. Although it has no meaning at all, the wooden man said, "You are right, Tianjiao Paper Ghost, you can step forward."

wow——

The Nine-Infant Demon Saint actually got the answer right!
It didn't even think it could answer correctly, and for a moment its entire body was suspended in the air above the desk.

A gust of wind blew over the vast sea.

The weak paper ghost and the black disc under him suddenly floated forward ten miles.

The paper ghost obviously didn't expect that he would be able to turn the tables. He held the round plate with his hands, shook his body, and suddenly exclaimed: "Huh?"

Huh?
I saw a misty white fog rising from under the disc.

The white mist was pure, holy, and full of infinite vitality. With the help of the white mist, most of the damage the paper ghost had suffered previously was immediately recovered.

For a moment, the pain was gone and I felt ecstatic.