My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"You great demon! Look this way!"

The butcher Wang Dana squeezed to the front, grabbed the old demon's stiff shoulder, and snapped a selfie with his spirit crystal phone.

"Sir, your makeup is absolutely stunning! And that demonic aura you unleashed just now was truly authentic!"

Wang Dana generously stuffed a handful of copper coins into the old demon's hand, saying, "Take this and buy some good food, don't always be so hungry you're skin and bones!"

Immediately afterwards, a little girl with her hair in two buns ran over.

She timidly handed the old demon a string of candied hawthorns.

"Grandpa villain, even though you're really bad in the movie, you look so pitiful. Here, have this candied hawthorn."

Blood Slaughter Ancestor stood in the wind, holding a copper coin and a candied hawthorn in his hand.

His cold, demonic heart, dormant for three thousand years, was now filled with confusion and madness.

I am the Demon Lord!

I eat human flesh and drink human blood!

You mortals not only aren't afraid of me, but you even tried to give me candied hawthorns?!

Is this Tang Dynasty world seriously ill?!

……

late at night.

The bustling city of Chang'an finally quieted down.

In the basement of the Grand Theater.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor, dragging his exhausted demonic body, slumped down under the bronze pillar like a dead dog.

The continuous high-intensity output of demonic energy during the day, coupled with being forced to smile and take photos.

This left this once-unrivaled demon feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, like never before.

"Even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs..."

The old demon gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with an extremely venomous red light.

"Li Chen! Great Tang! You just wait!"

"As long as I have a breath left, sooner or later I will turn this Chang'an into a living hell!"

Just as he secretly vowed to circulate his demonic powers to lick his wounds.

Sudden.

The old demon's nose twitched twice.

A burst of unbelievable light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes!

"This is……"

The old demon suddenly raised his head and greedily took a deep breath.

In the dimly lit basement air.

In the empty screening room of the entire grand theater.

It was permeated with an extremely rich and unbelievably pure aura—the seven emotions and six desires!

That was the lingering emotion of tens of thousands of Tang Dynasty citizens watching the movie during the day!

There are socialites and noblewomen who shed "sadness" and "grief" for the tragic fate of the male and female protagonists.

There is the "anger" and "killing intent" of passionate young men towards the villain's atrocities.

There was also the "frenzy" and "joy" that fans showed when taking photos together.

The emotions of millions of people intertwined and settled in this enclosed space.

For righteous cultivators, these emotions are distracting thoughts that disturb their Dao heart.

But for the Blood Slaughter Ancestor who cultivated demonic techniques...

This is absolutely the most exquisite and nourishing tonic in the world! It's even more effective than swallowing the essence and blood of ten thousand mortals!

"suck--!"

The old demon eagerly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

A trace of pure "sorrow" was inhaled into his stomach.

In an instant, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought!

The dried-up and damaged demonic essence within his body miraculously began to heal slightly!

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

The old demon let out a suppressed yet maniacal laugh from the basement.

"Foolish people of the Tang Dynasty! Do you think this is enslaving me?"

"No! You've found me the most perfect cultivation sanctuary in all the heavens and myriad realms!"

The old demon trembled with excitement.

Tens of thousands of people watch the show here every day, generating a constant stream of emotional nourishment.

Moreover, since these are emotions that arise spontaneously from ordinary people, they will not be tainted by any divine cause and effect or karmic obstacles!

"Patience! I must be patient!"

The old demon clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with cunning and madness.

"Starting tomorrow, I'm going to work like crazy! I'm going to make the special effects as realistic as possible!"

"I will attract more people from the Tang Dynasty to watch the play, so they can cry and laugh to their hearts' content!"

"As long as we drain them of their seven emotions and six desires."

"Ten years! At most ten years! I will be able to return to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and even break through to the Void Returning stage!"

"At that time, this vast land of the Tang Dynasty will become my slaughterhouse!"

The old demon secretly plotted his perfect revenge plan, one that involved enduring hardship and biding his time.

It's as if I can already see the beautiful scene of the Tang emperor kneeling at his feet and singing "Conquer".

however.

Just as he was immersed in his dream of revenge.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron door to the basement was kicked open violently.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man with a goatee and a thick script in his hand strode in.

This is Director Zhang, the newly promoted ace director of the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Music Bureau.

Director Zhang pushed up his crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Those discerning eyes locked onto the Blood Slaughter Ancestor, who was chained to the bronze pillar.

He merely glanced at the old demon.

Director Zhang's body jolted violently, and a burst of intense fervor erupted in his eyes.

"That's him!"

Director Zhang was so excited that he slammed the script in his hand onto his thigh and strode over to Lao Mo.

"Those sinister eyes!"

"This is a natural killing intent that seems poised to destroy all of humanity!"

"This villainous bone structure is so natural, it doesn't need any makeup at all!"

Director Zhang grabbed the old demon's skinny, bony hands as if he were looking at a piece of unparalleled jade.

His voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Sir! Come with me!"

"The ultimate villain, the Great Demon Lord, is in the super fantasy epic 'Zhu Xian Demon Shadow,' which will start filming next month!"

"You're the one!"

"acting?!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor's red eyes widened suddenly, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

He was a dignified ancient demon lord in the Nascent Soul stage who killed without blinking an eye three thousand years ago.

His hands were once stained with the blood of countless righteous heroes.

Now, this ordinary director is actually asking him to go on stage and act as an actor for a bunch of ordinary people?!

"Absolutely impossible!"

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor trembled with rage, and the black iron chains binding him rattled loudly.

"I am the Lord of all demons! I shall be killed but not humiliated! If you want me to put on a show for others' amusement, you might as well kill me now!"

The old demon remained defiant to the death, his head held high in arrogance.

Even if it means death, he absolutely cannot lose the last line of defense of the great demon!

"Oh? Is that so?"

Just as Director Zhang was sweating profusely, unsure how to persuade this "unparalleled gem,"

A lazy yet chillingly murderous voice drifted in from the basement entrance.

Li Chen, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walked down the steps.

He looked at the old demon bound to the bronze pillar, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"That senior colleague is quite tough."

Li Chen walked up to the old demon and looked him up and down.

"Since you have such backbone, you are unwilling to contribute to the entertainment industry of the Tang Dynasty."

"Then I have no choice but to grant your wish."