My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Sizzle—"

Old Demon Youquan looked at the silk handkerchief in his hand, which had a picture of Blood Butcher's handsome face drawn on it and a flamboyant signature.

An uncontrollable rage instantly ignited in his bloodshot eyes.

Screw your family heirloom!

I am your sworn brother from three thousand years ago, the one with whom you committed murder and arson!

"Blood Slaughter! You better look carefully!"

Old Demon Youquan ripped the handkerchief to shreds and took a sudden step forward.

He gripped tightly the magnificent dark red silk robe of the Blood Butcher Ancestor.

At the same time, a faint yet pure wisp of ancient demonic energy pierced directly into the meridians of Blood Slaughter Ancestor through his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor, who was just about to continue flirting with his fans, suddenly froze.

The familiar demonic energy from the same source instantly froze the smile on his face.

He ripped off his black sunglasses.

Those scarlet eyes were fixed on the emaciated old man in front of him, who was covered in dust and looked like an old beggar.

His eyes went from confusion to shock, and then to unbelievable ecstasy!

"The... Old Ghost of the Nether Spring?!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor gasped and exclaimed in a low voice.

"You actually crawled out of the ley lines too?!"

"Nonsense! I almost lost my life!"

Old Demon Youquan gritted his teeth, and tears of grievance even welled up in his eyes.

"No time to explain, get in the car!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor knew this was not the place to talk.

He grabbed the old demon Youquan's arm and, escorted by dozens of Xuanjia Army security guards, forced his way out of the fervent crowd of fans.

He jumped into a luxurious "psychic nanny van" parked by the roadside, pulled by six mutated unicorns.

With a "bang," the car door slammed shut.

The top-notch soundproofing array inside the carriage activated instantly, completely isolating the deafening screams from the outside world.

The interior of the carriage was ridiculously spacious, covered with soft beast fur, and even had a special bar for spirit fruits and a spirit-gathering array.

It was luxurious to the extreme.

Old Demon Youquan stared blankly at everything inside the car, like a country bumpkin.

Then, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"My old friend! This Chang'an city is a den of demons that devours you without spitting out the bones!"

Old Demon Youquan slumped onto the leather sofa, pouring out his grievances with lingering fear.

"I was just thinking of eating a young girl to nourish my body, but guess what happened?"

"That janitor in pink sweeping clothes was actually a top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator! If I hadn't decisively burned my essence and used Blood Escape, you'd be visiting my grave this time next year!"

Hearing the cries of the secluded spring.

When Blood Slaughter Ancestor heard the words "the little girl holding a candied hawthorn," his hand holding the teacup trembled violently.

He swallowed hard and asked tentatively, "Is that little girl very pretty, and does she have a fat cat with her?"

"Yes, yes, that's her!"

Old Demon Youquan slapped his thigh, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I was just about to make my move when suddenly someone with a broom appeared out from behind me!"

"That guy was dressed so plainly, but damn it, he turned out to be a powerful Buddhist monk! And judging from his eyes, he was definitely a ruthless character who had killed countless people!"

"puff--!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor sprayed a mouthful of top-grade spiritual tea directly onto the wool carpet in the carriage.

He stared at the Old Demon of the Nether Spring in disbelief, his eyes filled with a hint of admiration.

"Oh, Youquan, should I say you're incredibly bold, or do you have a death wish?"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor gave a thumbs up, his voice trembling.

"Do you even know who that little girl you've got your eye on is?"

"Who? Could it be the furnace of some reclusive old monster?" the Old Demon Youquan asked in confusion.

"That is the most beloved darling of the Tang Emperor! The current Princess Jinyang!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor lowered his voice, as if he were recounting a terrifying taboo.

"She's not only a princess of the Tang Dynasty, but also the leader of that Holy Fire Meow Meow Sect! The vice leader is also the emperor, the crown prince is also the holy son, and all the civil and military officials are elders protecting the sect!"

"You dare touch her? The fact that you're still alive and seeing me is a miracle!"

Upon hearing these words, the Old Demon Youquan gasped in shock.

He felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his tattered long robe.

No wonder! No wonder that monk's eyes were so terrifying. It turns out that I accidentally plucked a hair from the nose of the King of Hell!

"Old ghost, do you know how many monsters are lurking in this city? Forget the janitors, even the meat bun vendor on the street could probably smash your skull with a single slap!"

"In your current state, if you were to run away, the powerful figures in the shadows would definitely turn you to dust!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring trembled with fear.

"Then... what should I do?"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor touched his meticulously combed slicked-back hair.

"Since we're old friends, you'll stay by my side for now. Be my bodyguard and help me stop those crazy fans."

"With me, I can at least save your old life."

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was moved to tears.

Although being a bodyguard for an old friend might seem beneath him, in a place fraught with danger, survival is the most important thing.

however.

Over the next few days, Old Demon Youquan's initial感动 (moved/touched) completely turned into a questioning of life itself.

……

early morning.

In the luxury suite on the top floor of the Grand Theatre.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor was wearing a silk bathrobe and lying on an automatic massage chair driven by an array.

Two pretty maids stood beside him, feeding him peeled, top-quality iced snow grapes.

On a table not far away, there was a pile of various rare and precious herbs, thousand-year-old ginseng, and countless low-grade spirit stones sent by fans.

Old Demon Youquan stood aside, watching this scene, completely dumbfounded.

He watched as the Blood Slaughter Ancestor picked up a cup of "bubble tea" with a glass straw and took a big, satisfying sip.

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Blood Butcher! What are you doing?!"

The Old Demon of Youquan pointed at Blood Butcher's nose and cursed him with great indignation.

"Are you still the same supreme demon lord who swept through the ages and killed without blinking an eye?!"

"We used to drink the blood of a pure Yin saintess! And now you're drinking this cloyingly sweet milk tea?!"

"You flirt with those ordinary people every day, and even let those vulgar women touch your hands!"

"Have you been possessed by these Tang Dynasty people?! What happened to your dignity as an ancient demon?! You've utterly disgraced your demonic nature!"

Faced with the hysterical accusations of the Old Demon of the Nether Spring.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor was not angry at all. Instead, he waved his hand and dismissed the maid.

He sat up from the massage chair.

He looked at the Old Demon of the Netherworld with a pitying gaze that seemed to say, "You don't understand."

"dignity?"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor sneered and pointed to the mountain of spiritual herbs on the table.