My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"I am a mighty ancient demon!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor slammed the contract in his hand to the ground and let out a hysterical roar.

"This is outrageous!"

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"You bunch of uncivilized brats, if you have the guts, kill me with a single sword strike today! You think I'd be your damn special effects machine? Keep dreaming!"

Faced with the old demon's unyielding and resolute demeanor, he was utterly humiliated.

Standing opposite him, Li Chen not only wasn't angry, but instead smiled very gently.

"You have backbone. I like unruly seniors like you."

Li Chen smiled as he slowly raised his right hand.

"Buzz—"

It was accompanied by a terrifying buzzing sound that sent chills down one's spine.

A bolt of purple-gold lightning, only as thick as a little finger but containing boundless destructive power, quietly leaped at Li Chen's fingertip.

Li Chen didn't even look at it, and casually flicked his finger towards a solitary peak a hundred feet high in the distance of Fallen Soul Slope.

"Sizzle!"

The purple-gold lightning transformed into a streak of light, instantly traversing the distance of the void.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a gentle breeze blew by.

The towering, solid, solitary peak, hundreds of feet high, stood before the old demon's horrified gaze.

Like a rockery made of flour, it silently turned into a sky full of fine dust.

It was scattered by the wind, leaving not even a single pebble the size of a fist behind!

The entire room fell silent.

Li Chen withdrew his finger, took out a new contract, and handed it to Blood Slaughter Ancestor.

"Senior, times have really changed."

Li Chen's smile remained gentle, but in the old demon's eyes, it was a thousand times more terrifying than the most wicked ghost.

"The Tang Dynasty has always persuaded people with reason. I will give you one last chance."

"Either you sign this contract and come back to Chang'an with me to make a difference."

"Or, I'll drain your demonic soul right now and seal you in a chamber pot in a public toilet in Chang'an, so you'll be infamous for eternity."

Li Chen patted the old demon's stiff shoulder.

"Choose: a government-employed job with a stable government job, or become a chamber pot?"

Gudong.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor swallowed hard, his saliva tasting of blood.

He glanced at the solitary peak in the distance that had vanished without a trace, and then at the faint flashes of electricity on Li Chen's fingertips.

All pride, all dignity.

At this moment, I was shattered by this unreasonable "physical persuasion".

"I...I'll sign."

The old demon closed his eyes in humiliation, two streams of turbid tears sliding down his swollen cheeks.

He bit his fingertip, his hand trembling, and pressed his bloody handprint heavily onto the nine-thousand-year-old indenture.

"Excellent! Welcome to Datang Royal Entertainment Culture Co., Ltd."

Li Chen put away the contract with satisfaction and waved his sleeve.

"take away!"

……

On the returning Lingzhou fleet.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor was bound into a tight dumpling by thick black iron chains and thrown into a corner of the deck.

Through the gaps in the spirit boat, he looked down at the incredibly massive city below.

Changan.

The terrifying spiritual energy emanating from the city, along with its bustling and vibrant atmosphere, sent chills down the spine of this ancient demon lord.

During the escort, the old demon even saw several Xuanjia soldiers guarding him engrossed in reading a novel called "Tang Dynasty, Prince Cultivates Immortality".

The book was full of absurd stories about how the Tang Dynasty royal family swept across all the heavens and worlds and crushed all kinds of gods and immortals.

The old demon cursed inwardly, thinking it was just a brainwashing book from the Tang Dynasty used to fool the lower-ranking soldiers.

Little did he know that everything written in the book was a true reflection of his current tragic fate.

Half an hour later.

The old demon was secretly escorted to the backstage of the Chang'an Grand Theater on Zhuque Street.

This is a huge, dark basement.

The surrounding area was covered with densely packed anti-magic array patterns, and in the center stood a bronze pillar inscribed with spirit-gathering runes.

"Snap!"

The black iron chains firmly bound the old demon to the bronze pillar.

A Tang Dynasty formation master, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined, walked over.

He held a spirit crystal walkie-talkie in his hand and looked the old demon up and down.

"This is the natural special effects machine that His Highness the King of Qin captured? It looks pretty good, and its inherent evil is just too authentic!"

The formation master nodded in satisfaction and pointed to an indicator light in front of him.

"Old man, listen up!"

"When the movie outside reaches its climax and the red light flashes, you'll need to channel 10% of your demonic energy into me!"

"When the green light comes on, you output 30%!"

"If you dare to cut corners, the lightning array on this bronze pillar will teach you a lesson immediately! Understand?"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, but forced by the contract, he could only nod in humiliation.

Soon, the grand theater outside began its performance.

Today's episode is still the wildly popular "Nine Lifetimes of Tortured Love: The Heart-Digging Technique" that swept the entire Tang Dynasty.

When the red light in the basement was flashing wildly.

The array master's hoarse roar came through the walkie-talkie:

"Quick! The villain is about to appear! Demonic energy! Double the output of demonic energy! We need that dark aura that instills despair!"

The old demon closed his eyes in humiliation.

He, a dignified Demon Lord in the Nascent Soul stage, was forced to act like a bellows, channeling his precious primordial demonic energy through an array into the projection equipment in the hall.

"boom!"

Pure ancient demonic energy permeated the air above the grand theater.

The appearance of the vicious villain in the holographic projection created an oppressive atmosphere that instantly elicited screams from the audience.

"Wow! The special effects today are amazing! I feel like the demonic energy is about to pounce on my face!"

"This ticket was totally worth it! The villain's aura was amazing!"

Hearing the gasps and praises from the audience outside.

The old demon, locked in the basement, shed tears of humiliation.

Overkill!

This is the most inhumane trampling on a supreme demon!

However, what happened next was even more devastating.

After the movie ended.

Several burly Xuanjia soldiers walked in and forcibly unlocked the old demon's chains.

Then, a messy wig was roughly slapped onto his shiny bald head.

Some people even smeared rouge on his pale face to make him look more human.

"Let's go! To the front desk! There's a fan meeting today!"

Old Demon was forcibly dragged to the entrance of the Grand Theater.

There, hundreds of enthusiastic spectators had already formed a long queue.

They were all there to participate in the "offline villain photo opportunity".