After the destruction of the Immortal Realm, I took in the fallen fairy.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Heng asked.

Mu Tinglan looked at him with a furrowed brow: "Master, my suggestion is to return. Deep inside here... there are probably powerful demons."

"You felt it?"

Lin Heng raised an eyebrow. Xia Feng had mentioned before that he had heard the howls of demons inside.

Mu Tinglan nodded slightly: "Although Qinghe and I have recovered a lot of our strength, we are afraid that our current strength is still insufficient against such a demonic creature..."

"Then let's go back."

Before Mu Tinglan could finish speaking, Lin Heng made his judgment directly.

Although there might be treasure down there, it's not enough to cost him his life.

No matter how much spiritual energy you have, in this world, it can only be exchanged for a few more spirit stones.

But Lin Heng now is not someone who lacks spirit stones...

Not long after returning home, Mu Tinglan and Yun Qinghe felt that their restored spiritual power seemed to have disappeared again.

Perhaps because they had been soaking in the Immortal Spring, Mu Tinglan and Yun Qinghe fell asleep almost immediately after lying down.

As Lin Heng lay between two voluptuous women, he also realized a serious problem:

Should we make the bed bigger...?

The next day, early morning.

Lin Heng was still dreaming of climbing a mountain when he was woken up by the crackling sound of firecrackers outside.

"What's going on?"

He lifted his head from Yun Qinghe's warm, moist place, then sat up and straddled Mu Tinglan's fleshy legs.

Looking out the window, one discovers that the open space between the main city of Linxian City and the slums is densely packed with demons and a small number of humans.

They formed a large circle, and in the center, one could vaguely see a demon singing and dancing...

"Damn it, I completely forgot to check the date..."

Just then, Xia Feng passed by outside the window carrying a burlap sack.

Lin Heng immediately opened the door and went over.

"Hey, Young Master Lin!"

Xia Feng put down the sack, smiled, and greeted him, "You fought so hard last night, how come you still got up early?"

Lin Heng looked towards the crowd: "I've been woken up. What's going on over there? Is it New Year's?"

"More or less!"

Xia Feng nodded and said, "Today is the grand celebration held by the City Lord's Mansion to mark the 50th anniversary of the founding of Linxian City. Almost all the people and demons in the city are celebrating there."

After saying that, he kicked the sack next to his feet while cursing.

"Damn it, because of this, even though I traded spirit herbs for this huge bag of spirit stones, I can't find a single high-quality immortal slave in the market..."

"What does this have to do with the fairy slave?"

"We're having an event! Besides the performances related to celestial slaves during this celebration, those who participate in the event and achieve rankings will also receive celestial slaves as rewards from the City Lord's Mansion."

"So the people from the City Lord's Mansion and the Snow-Haired Lion Demon arrested all those high-quality immortal slaves."

"Oh, right! It's said that among the fairies being rewarded this time, there's also a top-tier beauty from an ancient sect, specially sent from the capital..."

Xia Feng licked his lips, filled with anticipation and longing for the fairy from the capital.

Then, he gave Lin Heng a meaningful look: "Young Master Lin, when I passed by just now, I heard that this celebration will last for a full seven days. Do you know why?"

Why?

"Having just experienced the demonic tide, Linxian City is facing problems in both its economy and the morale of its people."

Xia Feng sneered, "If we don't hold this celebration and offer generous rewards, those damned nobles and officials will probably incite a riot."

"..."

"Look, that damn city lord is out!"

Suddenly, Xia Feng looked up.

Lin Heng followed his gaze and saw a person dressed in fine clothes standing on the city wall of Linxian City.

Beside the city lord stood a snow-maned lion demon.

At this moment, the snow-maned lion demon stepped forward and shouted loudly towards the city wall below, "What we are showing you now is the procession of immortal servants from Linxian City! Let's go!"

In an instant, the demons below the city wall stood on both sides.

Before long, a group of immortal servants began to walk out from the main road left open in the middle.

Strictly speaking, it crawled over.

On the back of the fairy servant rode some noble little demons and children...

As the procession of immortal slaves drew closer, Lin Heng narrowed his eyes and noticed something suspicious.

The expressions of these celestial servants were extremely painful, but they stubbornly endured it and did not utter a sound.

"Aren't the expressions on these celestial servants a little off?"

In today's world, simply crawling along to carry people has become the norm.

Therefore, their reaction at this moment made Lin Heng feel strange.

"Hehe, of course that's not quite right. These little bastards aren't old enough to form a slave spirit seal yet."

Xia Feng shrugged and said, "Their slaves were all forcibly captured without their masters' permission."

Lin Heng was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening.

These little demons and children are not the masters of those celestial servants.

The function of the Slave Spirit Seal is that, without the permission of the slave master, the immortal slave is not allowed to serve anyone other than the slave master.

Therefore, the pain in the eyes of those immortal slaves was simply because the Slave Spirit Seal was still in effect!

But the pain on the faces of the celestial slaves did not elicit any pity; instead, it drew cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"well!"

"That damn fairy slave looks so happy."

"See that fairy slave on the left? That's my neighbor's. Damn it, she's always making a ruckus with my bastard neighbor every night! I'll make her pay today!"

"..."

It seems that the more pain the celestial slaves suffer, the more lively the atmosphere of the celebration becomes.

……

"In short, we should just go about our business. Those events are for city people, and the rewards are definitely predetermined. We slum dwellers have no right to participate in such celebrations."

Xia Feng shrugged nonchalantly, then carried a sack full of spirit stones home.

Judging from the weight of his sack, he probably exchanged a lot of spirit herbs for spirit stones...

Lin Heng glanced at the celebration area, then turned and went inside.

Mu Tinglan had already gotten up and was pouring water in the kitchen.

Yun Qinghe sat on the bed, looking out the window.

As far as the eye could see, beneath the city walls, lay that absurd celebration...