Ancient battlefield.

  On the edge of this stretch of land burdened with scars from ancient wars, a brightly lit manor was currently holding a festive banquet within its compound. There are dancers, beauties, and most importantly, there’s a greasy middle-aged man relishing in the bounties of whatever this place had to offer.

  “Oh beautiful, come, come drink with me.” The greasy man directly pours the wine in his glass down the beauty’s throat with a boisterous laugh.

  As a result of the act, the female in question naturally coughed from the choke. Nevertheless, she continues to put on a smile: “Milord is so bad.”


  “Haha, of course I am bad, otherwise how am I supposed to make you all love me!”


  Wei Sheng Ping then went ahead to wrap his greasy hands around the breasts of the nearest ladies around himself, allowing those fingers to squeeze and pull at their tits to make them moan.

  Bang!

  Suddenly, a loud ruckus came from the outside, causing the slimy greaseball to jump up in haste.

  “Who? Who came to mess with this ancient battlefield?”


  After he arrived at this ancient battlefield and made it his home, no one has dared to come make trouble. As such, he’s been much less interested in guarding his position as the dominant overlord here and grew lazier as he enjoyed the fine things of life. For example, playing with these fine women at night and letting his fitness go due to all the food he’s been consuming.

  “Not good, milord, it’s a big deal!”


  Perhaps its due to how frantic he was, the guard in question ends up running over some of the dancer girls and making a mess of things when he tumbled over to Wei Sheng Ping spot.

  “Milord, the demons are coming!”


  “What?”


  The greaseball became shocked: “Demons? What crap are you going on about? Demons are the lowest of the low in the Celestial Realm, what trouble can they cause to make you so frantic? How many came, one or is it two?”


  Although there are indeed demons living in the Celestial Realm, but due to the level of poaching by the various forces here, the numbers are always on the small side. It’s within reason for Wei Sheng Ping to assume its only one or two.

  “It’s… it’s eleven.”


  “Eleven?” the greaseball repeats the number with a frown, “That’s actually a pretty high number, but it shouldn’t be enough to make you panic, right?”


  The guard gulped hard: “The leading demon, he…. he seems to be very powerful.”


  “Humph!” Sneering in his voice, “Isn’t it just a demon, how powerful can he be? How about this. If he’s more powerful than me then I’ll betroth my beloved daughter to him, hahaha!” The last bit was obviously full of sarcasm like the idea was impossible.

  The gifted demons have mostly been tamed over the years so there’s only the weak ones left out in the wild. Now for the disobedient ones, they’ve obviously been wiped out so it’s within reason for this man to assume that logic.

  Unlike his lord’s belittling opinion about the attackers, the guard on the other hand was shuddering with fear just remembering the powerful image of the demons. As such, he knew the only way was to make the greaseball see for himself….

  Wei Sheng Ping snorted and strode out the door at his subordinates pleading. Immediately, the exceptional color of that silvery haired man had caught his eye.

  “This…” the greaseball gulps.

  This demon… isn’t he too beautiful for a man? What a shame, if only he’s a female.