This cultivation world was never serious from the start.

High in the distance, a tall figure slowly walked!

With each step, he stood firmly on the void, his imposing body seemingly supporting the entire night!

What's most striking is the opponent's right hand!

In the dim night sky, the metal right arm gleamed with a cold light.

With each stride of his imposing figure, the metallic luster flashed in the night sky, creating an extremely imposing sight!

The cultivators below could barely breathe. Every one of them looked at the Demon Lord in mid-air with admiration, thinking to themselves that this was how evil cultivators should be!

Su Zhe looked at the figure in mid-air and thought to himself, "Isn't this the Demon Lord Wangtian?"

They were introduced to an old acquaintance of the Heavenly Demon Sect!

If it weren't for the Demon Lord Wangtian, I wouldn't have entered the Heavenly Demon Sect, let alone met the Heavenly Demon, who was also a transmigrator.

Although getting to know them wouldn't be of much use, as the Heavenly Demon said, returning would be extremely difficult...

"Who is calling upon me?"

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness stood high in the sky, looking down.

The night was deep, and with mountains and forests below, he couldn't see very clearly, but he still maintained this imposing posture.

"Reporting to Senior, someone has been impersonating a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Please punish them!"

The Demon God of Slaughter stepped forward excitedly to claim credit.

This is one of the four great demonic sects, a place that ordinary evil cultivators dream of joining. What if the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness takes a liking to him and wants to guide him?

"Oh? What audacity! To actually impersonate a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect! Let me see who it is..."

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness sneered, his mechanical right arm swaying slightly, emitting another blast of icy light.

Seeing that the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness was looking at them, Su Zhe quickly waved to the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness.

"Senior Wangtian! It's us!"

Su Zhe called out loudly.

His voice was loud, drawing the attention of many people.

Even the God of Slaughtering Heaven and the Demon Lord of Refining Heaven, Li Ergou, looked over, clearly not expecting that Su Zhe and the others actually knew the powerful figures of the Heavenly Demon Sect!

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness in mid-air also heard the sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw the three figures he had been longing for day and night!

For a moment, he was so excited that he almost cried!

He finally found the whereabouts of the airship!

For the past few months, the flying boat has not been returned. The shared flying boat company has urged them several times, but the Demon Lord Wangtian has no choice but to keep delaying it!

This delay has had serious consequences; the shared flying boats have started charging late fees!

A flying boat at the Golden Core stage charges a late fee of one hundred spirit stones per day!

If this were a demonic sect cultivator from a popular novel, he, the dignified Demon Lord of Forgetful Heaven and a cultivator from the Heavenly Demon Sect, one of the four great demonic sects, would have packed up and left long ago!

But the actual situation is completely different. He also has a branch of the company in Linshui City. The Mechanical Ascension Branch is under his name. Even if he runs away, Shared Flying Boat will come after the Mechanical Ascension Branch!

In just two months, his meager savings were completely depleted, and he even had to borrow a considerable amount of spirit stones from his subordinates.

Thus, the dignified Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect is now forced to take on part-time jobs to pay off his debts.

In addition to the fixed 500 spirit stones, those who come to this kind of grass market to watch the show for one night will also receive 10% of the share of the night's earnings.

It may not sound like much, but it's enough to cover at least five days of late fees!

Now that the "culprit" who caused him to pay the late payment fee for the flying boat has finally been found, the Demon Lord Wangtian almost burst into tears.

"You... I've finally found you!" the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness exclaimed excitedly.

Then, he saw Chen Feng.

His tall, upright figure, carrying a long sword, stood out conspicuously among the group of oddballs and grotesque evil cultivators.

When the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness remembered the words of his superior, the Demon Emperor Against Heaven, he shuddered and quickly rushed down from mid-air. Just as he was about to kneel down, Chen Feng quietly shook his head at him.

He can accept that he is a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but he is not willing to openly admit that he is the Demon Prince of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The difference between these two identities is too great. If his family finds out that he accidentally became the successor of the Heavenly Demon Sect while trying to become a disciple of the Heavenly Questioning Sect, he will definitely have his legs broken.

"Ahem, Lord Demon Prince, rest assured, I understand!"

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness transmitted his voice, revealing a knowing smile.

It's just the same old trick of traveling incognito, he's experienced in it, he did it before!

"Ahem, these three are indeed disciples of my Heavenly Demon Sect. Does anyone have any doubts?"

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness looked around, his voice filled with majesty.

"No, no..."

A group of heretical cultivators waved their hands repeatedly.

They thought the kid was just saying it casually, but they never expected him to actually be from the Heavenly Demon Sect...

If you're from the Heavenly Demon Sect, you should have just said so properly. You've made us misunderstand you!

"Ahem, if the three of you have nothing else to do, come with me." The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness said, looking at the three of them.

He still has his heart set on the idea of ​​sharing the spaceship.

One thing at a time, even if Chen Feng is the Demon Prince of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he still has to get his flying boat back.

Every day I wake up to find I'm owing a hundred spirit stones. This life is just awful!

Su Zhe nodded, waved to Li Ergou, and gave him one hundred spirit stones, asking him to buy the materials needed to repair the Myriad Soul Banner.

"Is one hundred spirit stones enough?" Su Zhe asked casually.

"That's enough, that's enough. I still have some savings, no problem at all!"

Li Ergou patted his chest and guaranteed.

If only his ancestors had been from the Heavenly Demon Sect, he would have abandoned darkness for light and then returned to darkness long ago!

After doing all this, Su Zhe, Chen Feng, and Zhang Haizhu followed the Demon Lord Wangtian to the core area of ​​Caoshi amidst the envious gazes of a group of people.

Here stands a makeshift mansion, which looks simple, but it has all the amenities one would expect.

After dismissing the servants, closing the door, and activating the defensive restrictions, the Demon Lord Wangtian knelt down with a thud.

"Your subordinate, Wang Tian, ​​greets Lord Demon Prince!"

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness knelt on the ground and spoke with great excitement.

Chen Feng was somewhat helpless, while Su Zhe, on the other hand, had already gotten into character.

"Stand up! The Heavenly Demon Sect tells you to stand up! You don't need to kneel before anyone!"

Su Zhe spoke with a serious expression.

This is the dream of a certain veteran anime fan!

"To be honest, I'm kneeling down because I really have something to ask of you," the Demon Lord Wangtian said without changing his expression.

"Huh?" Su Zhe was stunned, and his expression immediately broke down.

"Hey, do you remember the flying boat I gave you before?" the Demon Lord of Forgetfulness asked.

"I remember, it works quite well." Su Zhe nodded.

The flying boat is still in his pocket.

"Ahem, I borrowed this flying boat from the shared flying boat branch, and it's been overdue for several months. Now they're making me pay a late fee of one hundred spirit stones every day..."

The Demon Lord of Forgetfulness spoke, then, seemingly to save face, he quickly patted his chest and continued,

"Of course! As a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, I certainly don't lack these six thousand spirit stones! But I do have a branch under my command..."

As they talked, the Demon Lord Wangtian stared longingly at Su Zhe.

They were practically ready to just reach out and ask for it.