Chapter 75: Life Is a Play, All About Performance

Going to school obediently and letting that yellow-haired guy steal the girl is trivial compared to the grand mission of saving the world.

Besides, she’s called the Angel Girl—of course she must come to this Senju Shrine and strive tirelessly for the cause of saving the world!

“Lady Senju, we have news on Shiina Mahiru; someone will send the detailed information shortly.”

Recalling her morning conversation with her sister, Yuki Yukinori gave a firm reply.

“Good. Itachi and Komimi continue your training—strive to relieve me of my burdens as soon as possible.”

“Can I really be expected to handle every minor demon and spirit myself?”

Luo Qianqiu nodded in satisfaction, planning to set out soon—lest that yellow-haired guy steal the shrine maiden he’d already claimed.

For some reason, every female lead from those past-life zongheng stories showed extraordinary talent on the path of shrine maidenhood.

Still, though he couldn’t understand why, Luo Qianqiu unhesitatingly accepted it and used it to perform the Kagura dance himself…

No, no—that’s not it! She’s fighting for the sake of saving the world!

She’s exhausting herself to cultivate future strongholds for this world!

Who wouldn’t give her a thumbs-up if they knew?

“Yes, Lady Senju!”

Watching the two girls resume their sweat-soaked training, Luo Qianqiu sighed: “This is true life!”

“Yotsuba Miko, YuriKawa Hana, Yuki Yukinori, Shiina Mahiru—that’s four. Are there any other female leads in this world I’ve overlooked?”

“The great mission of saving the world cannot wait. My Nine Shrine Maiden Corps must be vital to this cause—I must gather them as soon as possible!”

“When the time comes, nine beautiful shrine maidens dancing the Kagura together—how magnificent it would be… No! Nine shrine maidens of heavenly grace forming a great array—how immense would their power be? How much could they contribute to the cause of saving the world?”

Luo Qianqiu, still calculating the grand mission of saving the world, pondered again.

Yet recalling the chat group’s new member notification, Luo Qianqiu quickly reopened the group chat.

Zongman Female Lead: “@The Wisdom of Exploration, can Itachi guess who the new member is?”

The Wisdom of Exploration: “With such an abstract name, how could I possibly guess?”

The Wisdom of Exploration: “But it’s probably from a comedy anime, right?”

Hermes, of course, couldn’t guess.

Could it be a new character born after my transmigration?

Zongman Female Lead: “That makes sense, but not necessarily—after all, Zhang Chulan has his famous moonlit bird-walking scene too.”

Cut-Chicken Immortal: “Itachi’re the one from a comedy anime!”

Cut-Chicken Immortal: “A chat group spanning countless dimensions?”

Cut-Chicken Immortal: “Fine, the multiverse is full of wonders—so a chat group like this exists, whatever. But why is my name in this group THIS?”

Cut-Chicken Immortal: “I just gave the Holy Lord one sword slash! And the Holy Lord is a DRAGON! A DEMON DRAGON! Not a chicken! Couldn’t Itachi give me a title like ‘Dragon-Slaying Immortal’ or ‘Pure Yang Immortal’?”

Clearly,

the new member was extremely agitated—especially about his name in the chat group…

…

“Holy Lord! This humiliation today—I swear vengeance!”

“Before I seal Itachi, Lu Dongbin will vent every ounce of my fury!”

After chasing the demon dragon for seven days and seven nights, Lu Dongbin glared at the demon dragon clutching his groin and howling in agony, erupting in rage.

Who in the Nine Provinces didn’t know Lu Dongbin was handsome, elegant, charming—loved by all, adored by flowers?

Who would’ve thought one misstep would become an eternal regret?

How could he have joined this cross-dimensional chat group at this very moment?

I just gave the Holy Lord one sword slash!

Wasn’t the angle just slightly off?

I didn’t mean to! Why are Itachi so dramatic?

With your regeneration, it’s nothing! Just a minor thing!

Why did Itachi have to point it out?

And now they’ve turned my title into 【Cut-Chicken Immortal】?

The crushing shame of social death made Lu Dongbin glare furiously at the demon dragon before him.

If not for this demon dragon, how could Lu Dongbin have sunk to this level?

“Aaaah~ Lu Dongbin!”

“Itachi hypocritical, hairy bastard—how dare Itachi humiliate me like this?!!”

“Today, it’s either Itachi dead or me dead—I’ll fight Itachi to the death!”

Hearing this absurd accusation, the severely wounded Holy Lord—who had nearly lost all combat ability—exploded in fury.

Though his demon-dragon physiology ensured he wouldn’t permanently lose his member, the searing pain cut deep into his soul…

And what happened?

Lu Dongbin turned the tables and blamed him!

Furious flames burned uncontrollably, transforming into pure demonic energy.

In his madness, the Holy Lord momentarily forgot his agony, leapt to his feet, and vowed to fight this wretched man again—eight hundred rounds if necessary!

“Hah! Come on then!”

Lu Dongbin shed his usual refined nobleman’s demeanor and sneered.

This demon dragon, after one small setback, had no idea what he was facing!

If I don’t flay Itachi and strip your bones this time, won’t I be laughed at by everyone?

The renewed clash between the Holy Lord and Lu Dongbin drew the attention of the other Seven Immortals and Seven Demons.

“Is this demon dragon really that strong? He survived Lu Dongbin’s seven-day pursuit—and now he’s still fighting?”

The Seven Immortals thought in unison.

The eternal struggle between good and evil is the enduring theme of this world.

And this generation’s righteous protagonist—Lu Dongbin—is terrifyingly powerful, among the greatest champions in the history of this cosmic balance.

What kind of demon could be this tenacious?

“The Holy Lord is cunning and ambitious—he wields the essence of the Fire Demon and commands the Twelve Talismans. Who could drive him to such madness?”

The other Seven Demons were equally astonished.

As embodiments of evil, the Eight Demons aren’t truly immortal—but after defeat in most eras, they’re merely sealed, rarely facing true annihilation.

After all, we’re all immortal—worse comes to worst, we just sleep for a few centuries and rise again to rule.

As an old hand, why is the Holy Lord acting so irrational?

Even burning his core demonic energy?

Life is a play, all about performance.

Without outstanding acting, how can one remain unshaken in the balance of good and evil?

What if Itachi overact, and the Heavenly Dao—Good and Evil—deems the balance broken and quietly erases Itachi? What then?

The Eight Demons always believed the previous Evil Protagonist vanished because his acting was insufficient.

He broke the boundary of cosmic balance—and was quietly erased.

Only then did this generation’s Eight Demons come into being!

Thinking of this, the other Seven Immortals and Seven Demons suddenly grew curious and moved to gather and watch.

Unaware of the impending crowd, the lone man and the dragon far away continued their furious brawl, their battle passion blazing like wildfire.