My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Old friend, tell me, what is dignity?"

"Three thousand years ago, we were hunted down by the ten righteous sects for trying to seize a thousand-year-old blood ginseng. We were forced to hide like rats in the street."

"Finally, it was sealed within the earth's veins, enduring three thousand years of scorching flames!"

"Is that what you call dignity?"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor walked to the table, casually picked up a radiant, ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and stuffed it into Youquan's hand.

"Look at yourself now!"

"All this old ancestor needs to do is change into a nicer appearance, sneer twice in front of the photo booth, and strike a few poses."

"These crazy women practically begged and pleaded to hand this ancient Ganoderma lucidum to me!"

"They were even worried that I wouldn't have enough to eat or wear!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor patted Nether Spring Demon on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Every day people chase after you, giving you cultivation resources; wherever you go, people scream for you."

"Isn't it obvious which to choose: being admired by thousands or being despised by thousands?"

"Old buddy, times have changed. Being a star has a much brighter future than being a villain!"

This earth-shattering, ghost-weeping "pyramid scheme-style brainwashing" completely stunned Old Demon Youquan.

He looked down at the ancient Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, feeling the surging spiritual energy emanating from it.

He swallowed hard.

This seems... indeed faster than murder and robbery.

"Come on! I'll take you somewhere and show you the true essence of the Tang Dynasty!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor grabbed Youquan, who was still in a daze, and headed straight to the underground film set of Chang'an Grand Theater.

……

Inside the underground film set.

The lights flashed, and the array roared.

When the Old Demon of Youquan saw the two familiar figures in the center of the set, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

They were two bald men dressed in coarse linen clothes.

Their bodies were covered in yellow marionettes, making them look like marionettes, as they were being frantically rubbed to the ground by several Tang Dynasty martial arts instructors.

"Those...those are the Arhats who subdue dragons and tigers from the Western Buddhist Kingdom?!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was so frightened that his scalp tingled and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

This is a Buddhist master at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

Anyone you pick out is a terrifying being who could easily crush him in his prime!

Now they're being beaten like a punching bag?!

"Yeah, they're the crew's go-to body doubles for getting beaten up now."

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor looked smug. "As long as the plot requires it, I can beat them however I want. Anyway, their cultivation is sealed, so they can't die."

After saying that, Blood Slaughter Ancestor walked straight to Director Zhang, who was sitting behind the monitor.

"Director Zhang! I'd like to recommend a new actor to you!"

"Look at my cousin's aura; he'd be absolutely perfect for playing that ruthless and cold-blooded second male lead!"

Director Zhang turned his head and adjusted his crystal glasses.

Those discerning director's eyes instantly locked onto the Old Demon Youquan.

A face as pale as paper.

His deep-set eyes revealed an extreme melancholy born of a life lived through many hardships.

The aura emanating from his entire body was a natural killing intent that seemed poised to destroy the world at any moment.

Director Zhang's eyes instantly lit up like two bright light bulbs.

"Perfect! This melancholic villainous aura is simply a gift from God!"

Director Zhang was so excited that he threw down the megaphone and rushed forward to shake the hand of the Old Demon Youquan.

"Sir! You're the one! Hurry up and go to the dressing room to change! We'll be filming the first scene right away!"

Old Demon Youquan was completely dumbfounded.

He, a dignified Demon Lord in the Nascent Soul stage, hadn't even had a chance to utter a single word of dissent.

He was forcibly dragged into the dressing room by several fierce makeup artists.

"How dare you! You dare touch me... Hey, hey, don't touch my hair!"

"I would rather die than submit! I will never be an actor... Wait a minute, the fabric of this dress is quite smooth..."

Suddenly, Old Demon Youquan realized that this was not the time to admire the fabric of the clothes.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I am an ancient demonic cultivator! I would rather die than go on a stage and be watched like a monkey!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor leaned close to his ear and sneered in a low voice.

"Old ghost, have you thought this through? If you're not going to act, I'll hand you over to His Highness the King of Qin right now."

"The psionic streetlights in Chang'an City are currently short a few high-level demonic souls for fuel. Would you like to become a streetlight, or a star here?"

I heard the word "streetlight".

Old Demon Youquan shuddered.

He glanced at the ancient Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, then at the two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Tiger, who were being beaten in the distance.

Finally, he closed his eyes in humiliation.

"I...I'll act."

......

It turns out.

The people of the Tang Dynasty had reached an unprecedented level of fanaticism regarding villains.

half a month later.

The movie "The Twin Demons" is a huge hit.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor's domineering arrogance, combined with the gloomy and sickly strategist image of the Nether Spring Demon.

This sparked an unprecedented frenzy of "villainous duo" in Chang'an!

In the backstage lounge of the Grand Theatre.

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was dressed in a magnificent black robe made to order.

He lay comfortably in the massage chair, holding a glowing light stick in his hand.

The inscription above reads, "Mysterious Spring, Mysterious Spring, Boundless Magic Power."

Before him stood a mountain of gifts even more extravagant than those of the Blood Slaughter Ancestor.

Several female fans even brought him fragments of ancient demonic cultivation techniques that had been lost for a long time, simply because they felt that the color of the fragments matched his temperament!

"Click."

Old Demon Youquan took a bite of the top-grade spiritual fruit, feeling the demonic energy rapidly recovering within his body.

A radiant smile, like a chrysanthemum, bloomed on his pale old face.

"Oh my god! It smells so good!"

The Old Demon of the Nether Spring was filled with emotion, his eyes red with tears.

"Brother Blood Butcher, you're absolutely right. How could we have been so stubborn three thousand years ago?"

"If we'd known we could conquer the world just by looking good, why would we even bother cultivating the demonic path!"

The two ancient demon lords have completely succumbed to the allure of capital and fame.

They even started exchanging tips on skincare and how to maintain their skin so they could look younger and more handsome on camera.

The back entrance of the Chang'an Grand Theater was now completely blocked.

Countless young ladies from noble families, dressed in gorgeous silk gowns, and those usually dignified and virtuous socialites and noblewomen, seemed to have gone mad at this moment.

They held up spirit stone support signs that radiated multicolored light, and screamed at the top of their lungs.

"Lord Yuquan! Look here!"

"Lord Yuquan, your eyes are so melancholy, I want to have your babies!"

"Lord Blood Butcher is the most handsome! Lord Blood Butcher, this is a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that I stole from my father's treasure vault. Please accept it!"

Amidst overwhelming cheers.

Inside the grand theater's exclusive luxury lounge, however, lies a completely different, magical scene.

The ancient demon lord, Youquan, was dressed in a well-tailored outfit of a dark assassin.

His originally withered, tree-bark-like old face, under the influence of demonic illusion magic, transformed into a pale, handsome young face, exuding endless sickness and gloom.

He was sitting on a soft couch covered with snow fox fur, holding a cup of celestial tea in his hand.

His slightly narrowed eyes revealed an undisguised sense of ultimate enjoyment.