Chapter 40: No Killing Today

This scene shocked the world.

Ten thousand demons revere him; heaven and earth bow as subjects.

"Is this a demon? Are you sure it isn't Amaterasu Omikami descending?"

Director Takahashi broke out in goosebumps, his eyes bulging.

No one in the conference room answered his question; they couldn't answer, nor did they know how to answer.

"Professor Nakata, which demon is the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang?" Director Saito was shocked.

Professor Nakata did not answer, remaining silent for a long while.

A long time passed.

Only then did he speak slowly, his words utterly shocking.

"The Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang, I do not know which demon he is, but I can be certain he is absolutely one of those few demons, most likely one of the three legendary great demons..."

His voice trembled.

By the end, his tone rose several octaves, nearly a moan, his heart raging with shock.

The live-streaming UP owner in Arakawa Ward, who had been coaxed into staying by the gift, saw his live room explode at this moment.

【I have seen the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang!】

【I have seen the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang!】

【I have seen the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang!】

A uniform stream of bullet comments filled the screen.

Regardless of gender or age, all were captivated by the shocking scene in the Yunhu image, surging with tremors and even deep adoration.

Japanese society bears immense pressure; everyone must endure pressure from all sides every day, even the wealthy and powerful. Under this suppression, who would not have a fantasy, dreaming the sweet dream of being above ten thousand people?

And is the scene in Yunhu where heaven, earth, and demons all revere him not the very fantasy one dreams of?

To look down on all one's life, with no one daring to bully, supreme above heaven and earth.

The ancients also said: the strong are revered, the weak are eaten by the strong; this is an unchanging eternal law. And this law also proves one point: people worship the strong, worship powerful individuals; this is human instinct, the instinct of all things.

Just like Guan Yu, Confucius the Sage, Mozi, and these people; they were all powerful individuals, revered by the people.

The Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang is the same.

He is very powerful; heaven and earth take him as their master. Even though he is a demon, not human, it does not hinder people's worship of him.

Even across different races, as long as one is powerful enough, one receives the same adoration; for example, the kings of beasts like lions, eagles, and tigers are all worshipped by people, becoming representative symbols of various nations.

Humans are just such animals.

When encountering someone stronger than oneself, one feels jealousy and hostility.

But when this person is far, far stronger than oneself, reaching a level that makes one look up in awe, impossible to reach, one's jealousy and hostility toward him vanish, leaving only reverence and respect.

【I really want to hug the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang's thigh】

【Damn it, we don't need American aid at all; just seek protection from the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang】

【Agree, agree, the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang is our country's demon, one of us】

【The Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang is awesome!】

【America is always an outsider, but demons have had dealings with our country since ancient times; in terms of familiarity, it is definitely the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang】

Humans are fickle animals; this saying is true.

With the appearance of the Lord of the Chi Mei Chimei Wangliang, those who previously feared the cruelty of demons changed their panic into adoration.

Of course, some parts still maintained rationality.

【Are you all crazy? That is a demon, one that eats people】

【Wake up, just now more than thirty people were eaten by demons】

【Damn it, it serves us right to be under American aid (control)】

These people sent bullet comments very quickly, aiming to awaken their countrymen, nothing more than to stop blind worship, wake up, and see reality clearly.

However, the bullet comments had not been sent out for long.

Changes occurred within the Yunhu scene.

"This..."

His pupils dilated; the person who had been frantically typing on the keyboard to remind viewers to be rational stood there, stunned.

The twilight sky.

Beside the Che Luan, a demon walked out.

One step down, the void rippled; with every step, brilliance was born. Walking on air yet as if treading upon a golden flat lake, ripples swayed, waves of radiance rippling.

This was a demon different from the demons present; he did not appear ferocious; on the contrary, he was extremely handsome.

He wore a half-face green wood mask; the right side of his face was covered, only the left half revealed.

Even so, his temperament was not concealed; demon qi radiated, possessing a kind of light wind and floating cloud, seemingly human yet seemingly demon, a bewitching allure that made people momentarily dazed.

A robe of white, spotless, without a speck of dust.

The fading sunset glow reflected down, shining upon his face; there was not a trace of desolation or sorrow, only a coolness, like clear light in a quiet night, a secluded tranquility like a wild crane among idle clouds.

Standing there, his aura was naturally noble and extraordinary.

Like a gentle and refined scholar.

Just such a refined and noble scholar, yet his pair of eyes were a bewitching scarlet red.

However, the scarlet eyes did not destroy his nobility and elegance; instead, they added a touch of mysterious and demonic elegance, an unusual majesty!

He walked across the nine heavens, like a king at peace with the world, returning to the mountains and forests, with a single green lamp and scrolls as companions, speaking not of power, money, or political storms, but only of the beauty of books.

As if strolling through fields, the 'scholar' approached, his gaze indifferent, sweeping over the young girl and the little brother; their bodies could not help but tremble, feeling as though they had been seen through, as if all their secrets lay in his eyes, with no place to hide.

Then he fixed his gaze upon the assembled demons and spoke lightly.

His voice was clear and cold.

"I believe you should be clear: no killing today."

The cold voice rang out.

The sun and stars trembled; the moon's radiance dimmed; this heaven and earth seemed to face the apocalypse.

A vast, formless pressure surged across the eight wastelands, spanning the universe; the pervasive demonic qi suddenly halted, as if solidified.

This pressure felt almost tangible.

The demons were as if weighed down by an eternal mountain, unable to breathe or move; an emotion named fear and unease spread through this region.

The young girl and the members of the Sakurada Group trembled, as if falling into a ten-thousand-year ice cave, chilled from head to toe; their souls shuddered, their scalps prickled, and every hair felt as heavy as a hundred jin, as if it would tear their scalps off.

They recognized it.

The cold voice previously heard from the horizon had been uttered by this elegant scholar.

One sentence startled the heavens and earth into change, shaking Higashio Dashan and rocking the sun and moon.

The demons, who had originally bowed in submission, trembled violently.

They raised their heads and noticed the Great Nyudo, his large eyes filled with deep fear, panic, and regret.

Who could have imagined?

The Great Nyudo, who had been so arrogant and invulnerable to blades and spears, was afraid and even broke out in cold sweat.

It was not only the Great Nyudo; the other demons were the same.

They were terrified into shivering by a single sentence from the scholar.

"Lord Cimu, I was wrong."

"Lord Cimu, it was not intentional; we merely..."

"Lord Cimu..."

A demon, terrified, hurriedly spoke to explain.

But before he could finish.

"Noisy."

Beside the scholar, a cold, childish voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

This was a lovely child, like a wind deity, whose garments fluttered without wind, seated upon a bone scythe taller than himself; he was very cute, yet his demonic qi shook Shanhe, his pupils were inhuman—a pair of weasel eyes—his gaze icy.

In an instant.

The wind rose and the clouds surged!

Crimson gales swept across this land.

The wild wind raged like a mad demon, ravaging all directions.

Wherever it passed.

The wind howled in waves, like ghostly shrieks, like divine roars.

(PS: Dear readers, please look carefully: he stepped out beside the carriage, not from inside the carriage. The one inside the carriage is not Cimu. I fear readers might read too quickly and miss that Cimu emerged beside the carriage, not from within it.)