Change the Demon Lord’s Pants

A few days later, at Senluo Mountain, Purple Extreme Demon Sect.

Zhao Xinting, dazzlingly beautiful like a celestial being, sat on a throne carved from strange rocks, dressed in a purple robe.

To anyone unfamiliar with him, at first glance, they would think he was a fairy descended from the heavens. His skin was flawless, his features as delicate as a painting, embodying the essence of heaven and earth’s beauty.

“What did you say?! Master… left the mountain? That’s impossible.” Zhao Xinting’s voice was soft and melodious, but his tone was cold and indifferent.

“Master Demon Lord, I swear on my life, I saw it with my own eyes! The avatar that young man summoned was identical to the one in your painting. It must be the Divine Feather Avatar of the Demon Master Ancestor!” A disciple of the Purple Extreme Demon Sect kowtowed repeatedly, tears of terror streaming down his face.

“I don’t believe it!”

Zhao Xinting sneered, his voice icy. “Open your mind. Let me see your memories.”

The disciple’s face lit up with joy. “Thank you, Master Demon Lord!” He remained kneeling, closing his eyes.

A dark gleam flashed in Zhao Xinting’s bright eyes, and his divine sense invaded the disciple’s mind, extracting the memory of Qin Gou’s figure.

In just a moment, Zhao Xinting’s expression changed drastically. A terrifying demonic aura swept through the hall, suffocating everyone. The kneeling disciple fainted instantly.

Zhao Xinting’s body trembled violently, and he muttered, “This can’t be real.”

Beside the throne, a white-haired demonic envoy, seemingly used to such scenes, shouted, “Someone, get the Demon Lord a new pair of pants!”

***

At the same time.

In North Guo City, Chuzhou.

Qin Gou sat casually at a street corner, a black cloth covering his eyes. In front of him was a broken porcelain bowl with a few pieces of silver. He held a two-stringed instrument, playing a sorrowful rendition of Moon Reflected on Second Spring.

Passersby couldn’t help but glance his way. Some kind-hearted young women dropped a few coins into his bowl before leaving, silently lamenting how such a handsome young man had ended up as a blind beggar.

Of course, where there are good people, there are also bad ones.

Three young thugs in coarse clothing, chewing on straw, passed by. One of them waved his hand in front of Qin Gou’s eyes to confirm his blindness, then greedily snatched all the silver from the bowl, tossing in two stones instead. Laughing, they said, “Hey, blind boy, here’s a gift from your grandpas. Aren’t you going to thank us?”

“How dare you!”

Qin Gou suddenly stood up, yanked off the black cloth, and pulled out a black short staff from his spatial ring. He shouted, “Stealing from a blind beggar? You’re truly evil! Today, I’ll deliver justice!”

Before the words had fully left his mouth, Qin Gou’s staff rained down on the three thugs like a storm. They cried out in pain, wailing, “You’re not blind!”

“Of course not. I’m a partner of justice.”

“This is entrapment!”

“Shut up! Justice can’t be called entrapment!”

Moments later, the three thugs lay on the ground, bruised and unconscious.

“Ding. Congratulations, Host, for defeating three thugs. You’ve done a good job upholding justice today! Reward: 6 merit points.”

Qin Gou stowed away his black staff with a look of disdain, picked up his instrument and bowl, and prepared to move to a new spot.

What a miserable situation. He, the renowned Heavenly Master, the master of the Purple Extreme Demon Lord, and the godfather of the Rakshasa Palace Mistress, was now pretending to be a blind man on the streets, bullying small-time thugs. Truly, his luck had run out.

But he had no choice. With his pitiful early-stage Gathering Qi Realm cultivation, he couldn’t handle any real villains. To quickly increase his strength and complete the task of disciplining Mu Man’er, he had to resort to bullying weaklings to earn merit points.

“Ding. Congratulations, Host, for scaring the infamous Purple Extreme Demon Lord Zhao Xinting into releasing a mysterious liquid. Reward: 500 merit points.”

“Hmm? I guess the news from a few days ago reached that brat Zhao Xinting. But after all these years, he still hasn’t gotten over that problem?” A gleam of delight flashed in Qin Gou’s eyes. As expected of the famous Purple Extreme Demon Lord—just one drop of liquid had earned him 500 merit points. If Zhao Xinting had a full breakdown, how many points would that be?

Qin Gou then instructed the system to pour all the 100 merit points he had earned over the past few days, along with the 500 points Zhao Xinting had “generously donated,” into his current cultivation technique, Illusory Sea Tides.

“Ding. Congratulations, Host. Your proficiency in Illusory Sea Tides has reached the first layer (60/100).”

Illusory Sea Tides was no ordinary technique. Although he hadn’t broken through the first layer yet, Qin Gou’s cultivation had already jumped from the early stage of the Gathering Qi Realm to the late stage. Such speed was nothing short of astonishing.

“Unfortunately, without breaking through the first layer, the true power of this technique can’t be unleashed.” Qin Gou pondered for a moment, then remembered he still had an unused lottery spin from a task he had completed a few days ago. He immediately had the system open the lottery interface.

Pills, rare items, weapons, techniques, guardian spirits, life-bound spiritual tools, life-bound avatars, special physiques, bloodline inheritances. A massive wheel appeared before Qin Gou. He lightly touched the pointer, and the wheel began to spin rapidly.

Qin Gou was slightly surprised. What was a guardian spirit? That wasn’t available in the shop.

As the pointer continued to spin, Qin Gou muttered under his breath, “Physique! Bloodline! Physique…” He desperately needed to improve his aptitude.

Finally, the pointer stopped on the “rare item” category, leaving Qin Gou a bit disappointed.

“Ding. Congratulations, Host, for winning the personal undergarment of Xuan Nu Rakshasa Palace Mistress Ye Qishuang.”

A soft, pale pink undergarment with a faint, pleasant fragrance appeared in Qin Gou’s hand.

“What the hell is this?!” Qin Gou was so furious he nearly spat out blood. Such a precious lottery opportunity had been wasted!

“Ding. Congratulations, Host, for scaring Xuan Nu Rakshasa Palace Mistress Ye Qishuang so badly that she fell out of bed in her sleep, leaving her haunted by the shadow of a mysterious perverted flower thief. Reward: 500 merit points.”

“Uh…” Qin Gou paused, then chuckled. “I guess that’s fine.”

“Ding. New task issued: Test Your Skills. Kill one evil cultivator in the Weapon Refining Realm. Reward: 1 consumable rare item, ‘Demon Master Is Here’ Talisman. Time limit: 10 days. Failure will result in a deduction of 200 merit points.”