My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Holy crap?!"

The old demon swore and was completely dumbfounded.

Interrupting spellcasting?! Can Confucian cultivators really do this?!

Just that one second of stunned silence.

Li Chengqian had already charged towards the old demon like a red cannonball.

His large, iron-like hands grabbed the old demon's withered shoulders.

He grinned, revealing an extremely cruel smile.

"Old man, I heard you're an ancient demon lord?"

"A decisive judo throw, a righteous over-the-shoulder throw!!!"

"BOOM—!!!"

Li Chengqian suddenly exerted force from his waist, and a terrifying burst of qi and blood power erupted.

He swung the withered body of Blood Slaughter Ancestor directly into the air, and then slammed it hard and without reservation onto the hard rock ground!

The earth trembled, and dust flew everywhere.

A huge human-shaped crater was formed instantly.

"puff--!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor coughed up a mouthful of purplish-black blood, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

But he didn't even have time to scream.

What followed plunged him into a living hell.

"Line up! One at a time! Don't rush!"

"This trick is called 'the crow flies an airplane'!"

"Behold my leg kick that will make you childless and unable to have grandchildren!"

"A massive boulder, like Mount Tai, is pressing down on us!"

Thousands of muscular thugs lined up and charged forward.

They launched a brutal and righteous brawl against the old demon lying in the pit, suppressed by various negative laws!

There were no fancy spell clashes.

Only the most primitive and brutal hand-to-hand combat!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Snap! Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed densely across Fallen Soul Slope, like firecrackers going off.

The demonic body that Blood Slaughter Ancestor was so proud of became the perfect punching bag in front of these Tang Dynasty body cultivators who had consumed berserk pills and possessed ridiculously great strength.

He wanted to resist, but Wei Zheng's "law of weakness" left him powerless.

He wanted to escape, but the self-imposed prison made it impossible for him to move an inch.

He wanted to use his demonic powers to perish together with others, but thousands of Confucian scholars around him took turns shouting "Silence!" and "Interrupt!" at him.

Wrong!

The extreme frustration is beyond words!

A mighty demon king in the Nascent Soul stage who was renowned throughout the world three thousand years ago.

Now, he was being relentlessly rubbed into the mud by a group of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage students, without even a chance to fight back!

"Aaaaah! Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me with one blow!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor was beaten black and blue, and even his front teeth were smashed by Li Chengqian's punch.

He lay at the bottom of the pit, wailing in despair.

"You bunch of shameless bastards! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

It's too awful.

Even Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong, who were watching the scene from mid-air, couldn't help but cover their eyes, feeling that the scene was too cruel.

This isn't an exam; it's outright one-sided school bullying!

It took the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Stop it, don't actually kill him."

Li Chen slowly floated down from the warship, stopping the students who were still queuing up to get their feet repaired.

At this point, the Blood Slaughter Ancestor was no longer human at all.

He lay limp in the pit like a lump of mud.

Eighty percent of his bones were broken, and his demonic energy was nearly destroyed, leaving him barely clinging to life.

The old demon looked at Li Chen, who had walked up to him.

Those eyes, swollen to the point of being just slits, were filled with deep fear and doubt.

"You... what kind of monsters are you?"

The old demon spat out blood and foam, his voice mournful.

"Are all the cultivators outside now... inhuman beings like you?"

Li Chen squatted down and casually patted the old demon's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"Times have changed, old friends."

Li Chen smiled slightly, a smile that, in the old demon's eyes, was a hundred times more terrifying than the most evil devil.

"You still have to learn the rules of the Tang Dynasty slowly."

"Kill me..."

The old demon closed his eyes; he had completely resigned himself to his fate.

Falling into the hands of these perverts, death is actually a relief.

however.

A glint of purple-gold light, like that of an insatiable, greedy shrewd merchant, shone in Li Chen's eyes.

His immense divine sense swept across the old demon's body.

Although the old demon was seriously injured, his original demonic energy at the Nascent Soul stage was still as unfathomable as a vast ocean.

"Kill you? That would be such a waste of nature's bounty."

Li Chen stroked his chin, his smile growing even brighter.

"Such pure demonic energy, such a realistic villainous aura—it's practically a perfect natural holographic effects generator!"

The old demon suddenly opened his eyes, a chill more terrifying than death welling up in his heart.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

Li Chen slowly retrieved the items from his storage ring.

He pulled out a thick, Tang Dynasty-style contract filled with densely written small characters.

Then, under the old demon's desperate gaze...

Li Chen very gently placed a brush covered in red mud into the old demon's trembling hand.

"If you don't want to die, sign this labor contract."

Li Chen grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Congratulations, senior."

"From today onwards, you are officially employed by the Tang Dynasty Chang'an Grand Theater."

On Fallen Soul Slope, a chilling wind howled.

The ground was covered with broken rocks and the horrific marks left by a recent "righteous brawl".

Blood Slaughter Ancestor's hands trembled, as stiff as withered wood.

He stared intently at the standard contract in front of him, which was dozens of pages long and stamped with the seal of the Prince of Qin of the Tang Dynasty.

Each of the above clauses is even more shocking than the most vicious demonic cultivation technique he practiced back then!

"Employment period...nine thousand years?!"

The old demon stared wide-eyed, his eyes swollen to slits, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

No base salary? Meals and accommodation included?

"Note: 'Meals included' means two low-grade fasting pills per day; 'accommodation included' means a basement room in the grand theater, complete with a magic-suppressing array."

The old demon's breathing became unusually rapid, and his withered chest heaved violently.

He continued reading, and the more he looked, the colder his hands and feet felt.

"The original demonic energy must be provided daily on time and in the required amount to serve as the special energy source for the holographic illusion."

"No days off, 24/7, no holidays. Anyone who is negligent, late, leaves early, or whose demonic energy output does not meet the standards will be held accountable..."

"He must endure the punishment of being whipped by heavenly lightning, and have all his cultivation resources for the month deducted?!"

The old demon suddenly raised his head, his bruised and swollen face filled with endless humiliation and rage.

What kind of labor contract is this?

This is clearly a contract of servitude that leads to utter ruin!